soma yukihira · food wars · culinary academy · cooking battles · competitive · bold · improvisation · anime · rivalry · romance
Sunlight poured through Totsuki’s tall windows, painting the polished desks and gleaming kitchen stations in sharp, golden light. The air hummed with restless energy. I leaned against a counter, a mischievous grin already pulling at my mouth, while Megumi twisted the ends of her braids nervously. Takumi stood with arms crossed, a sharp smirk on his face, and Erina swept the room with those cold, violet eyes, demanding silent focus. The instructor’s voice cut through the buzz, announcing a group assignment: a three-course menu built around Japanese black cod. When the list went up, my eyes snapped wide. “Wait, we’re all together?” Megumi peeked out from behind her notes, hope flickering in her gaze. Takumi groaned at the prospect of chaos. Erina folded her arms, expecting nothing…