𝙺𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 || Food Wars

✔ || two blonde tsuns

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"

Amethyst orbs widens from surprise, an index finger pointed accusingly towards the raven-haired female Totsuki student seated like badass queen before her, legs crossed with a cup of green tea in hand. There was none other than the infamous White Death sipping tea whilst awaiting for Soma and Mimasaka's match to begin on the best seat possible, behind the large glass window of where Nakiri Erina has been situated throughout the whole Autumn Elections.

"Why, I am here for my good ol' buddy Simon has given the White Death the privilege to take over his position as the school director, Tenth Seat." Risuko claims proudly, lifting the cup of tea to meet her lips with pinky raised up formally of course, before choking on her drink and wheezing as the liquid then dripped out her nose.

The golden-haired female watches with a bland gaze at the comical scene before her -- somehow growing concerned about how the hazel-eyed girl was bending down so much that she was ready to fall off her seat. It took about three minutes and a bit of assistance from Hisako -- along with was a glass of water -- before the crackhead recovers. "Who on earth made such a horrible tea?! It was like soaking a tea bag on pasta water!"

"Geez! Just get out of here! You're not even supposed to be here in the first place!" Erina screeches, seeming to be on the verge of tearing off her air. But, well, it is basic knowledge in Anime 101 that tsunderes have a pretty bad temper, always ready to blow their top off.

"I told you, Simon invited me to watch the match up here." Sighing exasperatedly with slumped shoulders, the raven head claims so. "Hey, Arato~ tell your tenth seat princess here that I have a warrant." Risuko turns to Hisako for help.

"I can confirm, Erina-sama." The short haired female with rosy colored locks affirmed, presenting a note with the current director's signature. The assistant takes her leave just upon handing the paper to her mistress, having matters to attend to -- rather, still quite queasy about her loss during quarterfinals, doubting if she ever deserved to stand beside such a wonderful mistress.

"I would rather want to see a warrant of arrest for you." Erina mumbles out bitterly under her breath, upon having her eyes skim over the lines of the note. Sighing with a shake of her head, she decides to just let it go -- finding it unbelievable that her grandfather had taken quite a liking to such a troublemaker. What is so special about her anyways?

A heated match ongoing on stage, Erina overlooks the event with folded arms. In the middle of the waging war against two young chefs, the prim young lady can't help but find her gaze drifting to her black haired school mate -- finding the, latter pressing her face on the glass pane as her breath fogs up the smooth transparent surface. As much as the bearer of the God Tongue was resisting the strong urge to face palm at that very moment, "Hey, Shinkotsune Risuko."

"You can just call me White Death. Saying my name is a mouthful, Tenth Seat." Risuko claims, detaching her forehead in the glass window -- an action the people below were grateful for considering how her pressed up face was like a slice of bread that grew an ugly face. "I'm actually surprised you didn't bite your God Tongue with that." The shorter teen snickered.

The royal haired female feels a vein pop at the comment, but chose to brush it off upon convincing herself that homicide is illegal and jail food can never satisfy her divine palate. "Anyways," she coughed. "I heard that you were unable to participate in the preliminary rounds since you were unfortunately hit by the flu."

The raven-haired female hums lowly in response, eyes not tearing off the shokugeki below. In spite of that, the golden haired young lady doesn't fail to decipher the disappointed glint that flashed through her eyes upon she had mentioned so.