𝙺𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 || Food Wars

✔ || one strategic meeting

Being woken up so early in the morning, especially when it was just two hours ago when you plopped down on your bed, is never a pleasant feeling. However, that could only be the opinion of your author here -- who much prefers the blanket of the cold midnight. Now, if you're the opposite of a nigh owl such as yours truly, an early bird per se, I have no other words besides "congratulations for being an actual productive human being".

If you haven't figured from this introduction, the first part of our chapter would be occuring early in the morning -- at three o'clock am to be exact.

Letting a satisfied huff as she stares at her work, a particular raven-haired girl etches a wide beam across her features, admiring the two loud speakers situated on both sides of a certain slumbering stalker. The latter's loud snores filled the rooom; his sprawled position on the soft covers of the hotel room indicates the extreme weariness he had upon running around town for the sake of research until midnight. And, not to mention the fact that our obnoxious Risuko had forced him into a shokugeki just upon arriving at the hotel.

Being the little bitch she was, the petite young chef doesn't even hesitate to whip out her phone and blast out the loudest music she owned from her playlist on the speakers. She finds great amusement as the buff sixteen year old grew startled by noise, laughing as Mimasaka let's out a freaked out scream before hitting the floor.

The loud 'thud' was rendered quiet by the loud tunes playing through the speakers, along it were Risuko's beyond jubilant guffaws and her current companion's pained groans. Aware that the other hotel guests would file a complaint if she doesn't tune it down, the raven-head stops the music after wiping a stray tear that prickled from her long lashes.

"Alrighty, Mimasaka, you doodoo head." Risuko claims, sending a kick on the said male's side as an urge for the boy to get up. "Hey. We need to go to the restaurant this instance! You didn't almost have a heart attack for nothing, just so you know."

With the feeling of his soul drifting away from his body, Mimasaka just realized that it was only day two of the Staggiare.

"I'm... I'm gonna die..."  He mumbles out, his steel grey orbs turning into a dull hue as he layed lifelessly on the floor.

On the other, without giving a flying fuck that she is torturing the poor boy, Risuko continues sending light kicks on his side, impatiently waiting for the much taller teen to get up. "Die some other day, bozo. We still haven't passed the Staggiare."

Well, with how terrible their coordination is, there isn't even a guarantee that they will make it through the first round.

But, worry not, for we cannot just expell the main character of this story. I mean, just look at Yukihira Soma.

Takumi and Risuko still haven't had their first kiss under the grassy field as the bright moonlight tickles their toes and the stars tickle their hair whilst the cool gentle breeze shines from above.

It is during moments like this that I, your magnificent author can pull out her trump card,

Plot Armor.

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"DO YOU CALL THIS PIECE OF CRAP CHOPIN?! ALL THE MAESTROS ON HEAVEN ARE PROBABLY HAVING A SEIZURE AFTER HEARING THAT COW POO!" Shrieking like a blonde middle-aged man whose iconic lines include 'rAaW!' and 'idiot sandwich', a certain raven haired girl begins growling menacingly towards the restaurant owner. Smacking the rolled sheet music on her palm, she shouts. "FROM THE TOP OWNER-SAN!"

Watching with dulled eyes at the scene before them, the workers whomst were currently engaged with renovating the the decors of the restaurant found themselves sweat dropping as they watched their boss cowering pitifully simply because of a sixteen-year-old girl. But, this is no simple sixteen-year-old girl we're talking about of course.