𝙺𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 || Food Wars

✔ || a box of macaroons

Takumi lost his match and shokugeki, and along it was his treasured mezzaluna.

Despite all the struggling he has done to turn the tables around his opponent, it was apparent that the teen he was against with was a always a step further than him -- especially with deep and precise digging of information by the Mimasaka Subaru.

Mimasaka Subaru -- a sly and troublesome opponent.

A stalker.

She feared of triggering the immense frustration the blonde has suffered for the day. The final moment she was able to gaze at those ocean orbs were a small hopeful moment whilst he was in the middle of finishing up his dessert -- the dish she and Isami had helped out with just the night before the match

Seeing how upset he seemed, it made her wonder if those jubilant laughs and teasings that rung through the walls of the Aldini brothers' apartment unit were truly just last night. A part of her heart stung at the view of his downcast eyes, making it difficult for her to watch her reflection on those mesmerizing sapphires she loves drowning herself into as a sea to succumb to her daydreams. That twinkling pair of icy irises had always found a way to lure her in without much effort -- just from simply shining with pride, passion, and ambition.

Takumi Aldini was a proud boy. Upholding himself with great pride for his family and himself, he always kept his head up high. Yet, having such a cherished tool such as the mezzaluna taken from him due to his always hot-headed nature, he never raised his chin up proudly -- bowing his head down with shame.

"Nii-chan!" Concerned for his older sibling, the brunette Aldini didn't waste any minute for him to rush and meet his brother on the exit. Isami's shoulders find themselves slumping down at the view of the blonde teen avoiding any sort of eye contact, not finding the least bit comfort at the sight of disappointment decorating his countenance. It urged him to seek for a way to rid of the frown weighing down his handsome features. "Oh, right."

Etching a smile on his thin lips, the chestnut haired male spoke with an enthusiastic tone to serve as an aid to the blue ambiance the older Aldini was emitting. "Risuko--"

Isami hopes to have the always carefree smiling female to spread her bubbly ambiance in an attempt to cheer up his brother. It was the storm-like Shinkotsune Risuko after all, her unabashed and ridiculous jolly self would be prancing around with that everyday smile of hers without minding all the trouble she would cause for her own amusement.

A dumb joke should make Takumi smile once more or perhaps a tight bear hug from the cheery teen would absorb away the forlorn waves crashing within his heart. There wasn't a moment the girl never failed to have him blushing from embarrassment, gushing out livid scoldings, stuttering out in a tsundere-ish manner, and having him smiling at the end of the day once she ends her visit.

The raven head may not have been able to catch sight of it, but Isami would never fail to see his brother humming happily as he washed the dishes or having his lips curl up into a smile while going through the cheesy pick-up lines the hazel-eyed girl would spam him (although he is always to perverse to reply that it can make his day). It had been her radiant energy that kept the normally casual or serene apartment that splattered it with vibrant colours and filled with jubilant noises.

Now that he thought about it, since when had the three of them began hanging out so much?

"Oh..." Disappointment engulfed the biracial brunette as he finds the spot beside him empty -- without a single trace of their black-haired friend. "But he she was just with me a while ago. I thought Risuko came along since I called out for her to come with me."