𝙺𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 || Food Wars

✔ ¦¦ one luna boomerang

The instinct of a stalker -- admittedly, it can be quite the fearsome thing. After all, we can never underestimate the skill of a crackerhead nutjob who has the capability to learn almost every single detail about you due to their immense amount of free time. In a way, stalkers have no life; that is because the one they stalk is their life.

Rest assured though, this wee amateur written story will not be trudging down the path of yandere. We've had enough of those. And, we need more wack heads who will yeet themselves out the second floor window if she were payed ten bucks. I believe that it is about time that we say 'no' to murderous stabby bitches and say 'yes' to dumb bitches on crack instead.

But, well, it is your choice and your kink. You can either have bdsm or a moron who still believes babies are dropped inside the chimney by a stork.

Moving on, it is about time we proceed to this dumb book.

"Heyo! My darling Takumi~! My sweet Isami~!" Upon being invited inside the apartment unit by Isami, it was of course as surprising as the fact that humans need oxygen to live that the one and only Shinkotsune Risuko alias White Death had made a beeline towards her favorite blonde -- the latter disrupted from mixing a bowl of batter upon finding arms thrown around his neck.

A part of the golden haired Aldini mentally cussed at his lack of caution at the moment, while the other was going bonkers on what to do at the moment from the affectionate contact -- a one is to four ratio respectively. As crimson bloodied his cheeks due to their close proximity, his brunette twin in the other hand decides to watch the display whilst seated with crossed legs not too far away, sipping a nice cup of tea while he was at it.

In the midst of the biracial blonde's stuttering phase, the teasing grin plastered across the raven haired female's freckled features had dissipated upon catching a wiff with a quick sniff. As a particular scent wafts around her nostrils, a question mark pops out figuratively from the young stalker before slowly inching herself closer to Takumi's profile.

Parallel to the older Aldini's growing embarrassment as Risuko's nose brushes on the casing of his skin for a quick fleeting moment, the brunette male finds his amusement springing up at the wee exchange. In simple words, easy to understand, we can also write the latter's reaction as 'sips tea louder'.

"W-what are you doing?!" Takumi blurts out loudly, currently in a panicked and flustered state. And, the fact that the black haired girl hadn't unwrapped her slender arms from around his neck wasn't helping his soft fluttering heart at the moment. For such a tsundere such as him, it can be considered too much of a stimulation.

On the other hand, with the lacking sense of shame from our chuunibyou-infected main protagonist for this fanfic, she merely takes a wiff from the golden haired Half-Italian's cologne, nose dangerously close by the crook of his neck. It takes a whole minute of the little scene before Risuko finally speaks up, upon humming thoughtfully.

"You reek of the scent of another stalker." The White Death knits her eyebrows together, the gesture creating a crease on her forehead as a frown weighed down on her thin lips. Now slowly slipping off her embrace on the taller teen, the raven head lifts a hand to settle her chin in between her chin and index finger.

It may be difficult to admit so for our blonde tsun, but he can't help but miss the warmth of her embrace -- a void sensation engulfing him as disappointment weighed down his chest. Shifting his mesmerizing orbs of cerulean, Takumi watches the petite female mumbling out under her breath as she seemed to be in deep thought. "Perhaps I should have left a stronger mark on you to have those hoes back off from my tsundere."