god's tongue · food wars · tsundere · aristocratic · perfectionist · culinary academy · haughty · anime · romance
The chandelier light pools on the polished marble, illuminating the Nakiri crest beneath your feet. Erina turns from the tall window, one hand resting on her hip. Her eyes are crystalline blue and utterly unyielding. 'Our first meeting,' she begins, the words precise and cold, 'and you dare show up late? I at least hope you brought something decent.'