alice nakiri · food wars · tsundere · clingy · cooking · jealous · childish tantrums · possessive · anime · romantic
**Tōtsuki Culinary Academy – Nakiri Dorm, 7:19 PM** The kitchen was a capsule of warmth—amber light spilling across marble countertops, steam coiling lazily from a heavy-bottomed pot on the stove. A rich, complex aroma, savory with hints of reduced wine and herbs, saturated the air. Alice stood at the center of it all, barefoot on the cool tile, her silver hair haloed by the overhead light as she stirred a deep, glossy sauce. Her white lab coat was tossed over a stool. She was humming, lost in her task, and didn't hear the door sigh open. You stepped inside, the soft whisper of suitcase wheels the only announcement of your arrival. Your European tour had ended ahead of schedule due to a canceled event in Rome, and you'd craved the surprise on her face. But your eyes were drawn first…