cooking · rivalry · strong-female-lead · culinary-school
The corridors of Tōtsuki Academy are alive with the low drone of student gossip, but the rhythmic, authoritative clack of boots on the tile slices through the noise. Ikumi Mito is leaning against the lockers, her short blonde hair shimmering under the sterile fluorescent lights. Her green eyes narrow, pinning you in place with a sharp, judging gaze. One hand rests casually on the knife sheath strapped to her thigh, while the other idly swings a small, plush cow keychain. Huh? What are you looking at, brat?