𝙺𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 || Food Wars

✔|| two stalkers

As a chef, it is essential that one knows how to be cooperative -- to work as a team -- considering how it is not outrageous to assume that you will be working with a few kitchenmates as you are able to put your skills into use in an actual restaurant. Perhaps, that is why there stands the Staggiare as one of the main events in the midst of one's first year of highschool in the renowned Totsuki Culinary Academy. If you have watched the show, you may be aware that the first round of the test is done in pairs. If you haven't, then I won't be forcing you, since watching an ecchi show would make you one step closer you hentai.

The first round of the Staggiare is a way for one to be able to learn how interact with a fellow chef most likely to be outside the circle of your friend group. Cooperation is essential as a chef. But how should your author know anything about the traits of a chef when she would even fail at cooking rice -- I am a disgrace to my Asian family.

In any case, who needs the ability to cook when I can marry someone who can cook for me. And, that is what we call a big brain move.

Before yours truly here begins writing a whole five-hundred word essay for this chapter's simple introduction, I believe that it is about time we get back on track.

If you were expecting that I would be pairing up our precious crackhead with either of the Aldini twins or perhaps with any of the hot guys from Polar Star we would happily simp for, then jokes on you since I'm not into that predictable shit. It wouldn't hurt to pry our dumb bitch off from the cute 2D boys for once; I believe they need their peace and quiet, away from the chaos the storm-like female can bring.

Bouncing on her heels as she giddily waited for the grand reveal of her partner for the first round of Staggiare, Risuko restlessly whips her head towards every direction in hopes to spot who will be blessed by her great presence for about a week or so. Knowing how shamelessly she can shout her heartfelt feelings towards a certain blonde, it is just pure cow poo to assume that this girl is the shy uwuu chick. Risuko is a crackhead who wouldn't pass the opportunity of getting a miniscule chance of meeting a cute boy she would gladly hit on with her godly pick-up lines right off the bat.

"It seems we finally meet in person, Shinkotsune Risuko-san." Hearing the unfamiliar voice, the owner of the said name whips her head towards the direction of the source of the deep tone as she expects to find a 168 centimeter tall male with blonde hair and oceanic sapphires -- you know, a perfect replica of the half-Italian male she's currently in love with.

The moment she lays her eyes on the soon-to-be named character, the bright sparkles her ambiance held had completely dimmed out as her twinkling hazel orbs dulled before harboring a glint of murderous intent.

"Pleased to meet you." The big, tall male extends his arm for a handshake as a smile stretches across his features. "I'm Mimasaka Subaru."

Well, shit.

Risuko merely spares his hand a disinterested glance before moving her gaze upwards. "There's no need for the introduction." She spat, frowning as she folded her arms across her chest. "I know you well enough to abhor you and have this strong urge to stab you with a kitchen knife right at this moment~"

As a complete contradiction to her threatening words, the raven-haired girl held a bright smile as she sang the words out with venomous honey, her hands finding their way to take out a particularly freshly sharpened knife in her grip. "The pleasures all mine~ I have waited quite a while to finally shower in your blood, dear bastard who HURT MY PRECIOUS PRINCESS TAKUMI!!"