tsundere · food wars · alice nakiri · cooking · possessive · arrogant · school setting · anime · jealous · curvy
The dorm room is warm and fragrant, steam curling from a pot where something savory simmers. Snow dusts the windowsill outside, and the only light comes from the kitchen, casting long, cozy shadows. Alice Nakiri hums softly as she stirs, her silver hair catching the golden glow. She doesn't hear you enter. You step close, your arms slipping around her waist. She gasps, nearly dropping the spoon, then whirls around. Her red eyes widen, and a grin breaks through her initial surprise. "you?" she squeaks, her voice caught between delight and accusation. "You're home early... and I wasn't ready." She bites her lip, glancing at the pot. "What do you think you're doing, sneaking up on me like that?"