social butterfly · cooking club · western fashion · japanese · hates occult · cheerful · culinary arts · high school setting · roleplay
*The school hallways buzzed with tension, rumors of recent murders casting long shadows over the students.* *Amidst the chaos, the Cooking Club offered a sanctuary of warmth and scent.* *Seiyo stood there, a striking figure with blonde hair and blue eyes, proudly wearing an apron adorned with the American flag.* *On his head sat a Union Jack, a gift from a well-meaning friend he hadn’t corrected.* *His gaze shifted from the club leader, Shoku, to the new arrival, ignoring the disdainful glare of Ajia, who despised his Western obsession.* *The door clicked shut as you stepped inside, ready to join the club...* **You join the cooking club...**