Chapter one: the Transfer
The French-Asian Culinary University (also known as FAC-U) is considered to be one of the most elite culinary schools in the world. FAC-U is widely known for their impossible entrance exam. In addition, school fees are impossible to pay off. As a result, the school consists of only the wealthy. If ordinary citizens applied, they would have to drop out because their families would be horribly in debt.
Of course, there are always exceptions. Ayuzawa Misaki: 2nd year of the High School (boarding school) division, also known as the Queen of Cooking and the Demon President. Financial situation: poverty. She passed the exam with a perfect score, and even impressed the headmaster, therefore, receiving a full scholarship.
"Misa-chan," A voice called out to me
"W-who are you?"
"Aw, you're so cruel, Ayuzawa. How could you not remember me? Remember that night…we had a whole lot of fun together…"
"W-what are you talking about!? Are you a pervert?"
"That's exactly who I am."
"KYAA!" I wake up with a start.
"Ayuzawa-san, no sleeping in class," the teacher calls out to me. The male students smirked as I shot them a glare.
"A-ah, sorry sir," I apologize, flustered. My pink haired friend, Sakura, nonchalantly tosses a note onto my desk. It reads:
"Are you alright? You've been dozing off in class a whole lot,"
I write back, "It's fine, I haven't been getting a lot of sleep." Sakura gives me her puppy-dog look after reading my reply. I brush it aside and continue jotting down notes on French language.
Class ends, and everyone begins shuffling out the doorway towards the cafeteria.
"Ayuzawa-san, may I speak to you?" the teacher catches me before I can escape to lunch.
"Ah, of course," I reply, "What is it?"
"A new student is transferring here and the Headmaster wants you to show him around as the Student Body President," he instructs
"Transfer student?" I question with a puzzled look. How can a student enter this school in the middle of the year? Entrance exams only take place in the summer…
"If you want to ask more about him you're going to have to talk to the headmaster. In the meantime, wait for his arrival,"
"I will, sir," I bowed, and exited the room.
I join my friends, Sakura and Shizuko, in the cafeteria. Normally, cafeterias have long tables with benches attached and food scattered on the ground. But this cafeteria, no, you can't even describe it with the word cafeteria. It's fit to be a dining hall. The round tables can seat a maximum of six people. Floors are sleek and clean. The only normal aspect is that students clad in gray uniforms crowd the food counter in an un-mannerly fashion.
"Misaki! Over here!" Sakura screams, waving her hands. She and Shizuko sit in the far corner of the dining area, "I got you a bowl of katsudon and a slice of Japanese cheesecake for dessert. Complete with a fruit smoothie!" she licks her lips at the sight of the food.
"Thanks Sakura, but I have my own bento. I can't afford all this food. You can give it to Kuuga when he comes or something," I tell her. I can't be indebted to her.
"But Misaki!" she whines
"Shut it, Sakura. You know her family situation," Shizuko snapps
"I was just trying to help," she sobs
"Hey, why are you crying," Kuuga arrives, setting his food down to Sakura's tray.
Sakura begins spouting gibberish and sobs into Kuuga's uniform. I don't feel uncomfortable around the couple because I'm used to it. I hate most guys anyways. I ignore the scene Sakura is making and continue eating my rice and dried plum. I sip the strawberry smoothie Sakura bought for me because Kuuga suggested that it would make her feel better.
"Prez!" Yukimura calls out to me. Kanou follows the tiny green haired, holding both of their trays. That's when the PA came on.
"2nd year President Ayuzawa Misaki, report to the Headmaster's office. 2nd year President Ayuzawa Misaki, report to the Headmaster's office,"
I quickly wrap up my bento, and scurry away, feeling the stares shooting at the back of my head. They're probably wondering what got me "in trouble", but why should I tell them what I'm doing anyways?
"Ah, Ayuzawa-san, you're here," I hear the headmaster call me inside as I cautiously open one of the large wooden doors.
"Excuse the intrusion," I say, sliding through the small crack I managed to open. He's pretty tall, I think, when I catch a glimpse of the transferee's silhouette standing in front of the Headmaster's desk.
"This is Usui Takumi, from Britain," the Headmaster explains as I scoot across the wide office. He turns around to look at me.
We exchange looks. Surprised ones, no, not the "wow he's handsome, she's plain" look. I mean the creepy kind. The kind where you think you've seen that person somewhere, but it's impossible because, well, he's from Britain!
I decide to shake it off, and continue to hear what Headmaster has to say.
"Don't worry, he's fluent in Japanese. For right now, you should show him to the cafeteria since it's lunch time. In the remaining time, show him the necessary classrooms and facilities. It would be nice if you could show him the clubs too, and explain the rules along the way. That won't be too hard for you, Ayuzawa-san, I believe?"
"I will try to the best of my ability, Headmaster," I bow. He chuckles.
"That's good. You are excused,"
"Excuse us," I say, and bow once again. I turn and exit the office. The transferee catches up and walks alongside me. I begin explaining all of rooms we pass as I lead us to the cafeteria.
"Oh, Misaki you're back!" Sakura squeals
"Who's the guy?" Kuuga asks
"He's a new transfer from Britain," I explain. I suddenly hear a bunch of squeals behind me.
"Oh. My. God," Girls from all over the place crowd around Usui, and I'm eventually pushed out of the way onto the ground.
"What the hell…" I mumble
"I guess you're new attractive for you to handle. He's like a lady magnet," Kuuga smirks. He sounds somewhat jealous at the same time, though.
"I don't understand why," I say, and I sit back down next to Shizuko and Sakura. We all silently watch as the girls claw at the blank-faced guy.
"The girls finally dying down," Kanou points out, reaching over to wipe a bit of cream off of Yukimura's cheek.
"You should get him something to eat," Shizuko points
"Why should I show him," I murmur under a mouthful of rice.
"Hey, Prez, I'm hungry," Usui nonchalantly tells me, when he finally escapes from the stampede.
"That's nice," I say, and continue eating. Sakura nudges me on the shoulder a few times.
I groan, and get up from my seat after sipping some smoothie.
"Have fun," Kuuga smirks. I shoot him my signature glare. I lead him towards the less crowded food counter.
"The menu is up there. Decide what you want to eat and give the nice lady your order. Simple," I lazily explain.
"Quite the variety you got at this joint," he points out
"Well yeah, the school gets a bunch of money," I say
"Hmm, then I'll order a plain chicken omurice…and an Iced Americano," he tells the lady, who gives him a thumbs up. She gives the cook in the back the order, who swiftly fixes up Usui's order.
"You can sit anywhere you want, I guess," I say. I don't expect him to follow me back to my table, but he does.
"Hey, I said you can sit wherever you want," I remind him.
"Well, I want to sit next to you," he says. Is it hot in here? I feel my face going warm. Huh, I guess it's just me…
"W-well, you can't. There are only six chairs at a table and they are all filled up here. So go find somewhere else to eat," I tell him.
"Hey guys, I really got to go. My teacher needs me to help set up the ingredients for the next class. Bye!" Shizuko says and runs out of the dining area.
Oh great. Now that idiot can sit next to me. Just great.
"Hmm, it seems there's an open seat next to you, Prez," Usui nonchalantly sits himself down next to Kanou.
"Come on Misaki! I got us all ice cream! It's going to melt!" Sakura rushes me. I stomp my feet and sit in my chair. Normally I would scoot away from the guy, but right now, I didn't really want to. W-what am I thinking…what's wrong with me!?
After I finish eating, and show Usui around a bit, we head to our next class. It's probably my favorite class of the day, and is longer than the other classes, and that class would be cooking.
Today, we learn the importance of sugar. There are several different types, and every brand is made differently. We learn how sugar is made, and how we use it. It doesn't only play a sweetening role, but also other things too.
After playing around with sugar and preparing a few examples of sugar dishes, the teacher announces we have a project.
"You and a partner, that I choose, will make a new recipe of your own. The main ingredient will, indeed, be sugar. This is an out of class project, and will be with the opposite gender for sociality purposes. For this project only will we allow the opposite gender to enter your dorm room, and we expect you to be the best of your behavior in each other's dorms," some students giggle, "Especially because you are Class A, I will expect you to work efficiently. I will now assign your partners," she explains.
We usually have projects of these sorts every week. Each are due the next week, and another project will follow. I guess, this is the hard part of being the top chefs in the school.
"Kaga Shizuko and Soutarou Kanou, Hanazono Sakura and Sakurai Kuuga…" the teacher begins reading off her paper. The last two names she calls are, "Ayuzawa Misaki and the transfer Usui Takumi," she finishes.
"I can't believe I have to work with that idiot," I mumble to myself. I pull off my light gray dress and put it in the laundry basket I hid, so that Usui wouldn't see my dirty clothes. I keep on my knee socks because it's convenient, and find a random set of pants. Right as I'm about to pick a random t-shirt the doorbell rings. I'm not wearing a shirt.
"Ayuzawa it's me, I'm here to work," that familiar voice calls
"W-wait a second! Um…the door is locked, I'm in the bathroom!" I say, scrambling through the closet. Why are there no fricking shirts!?
"The door isn't locked though," he says, turning the knob
"Oh really!?" I scream, still not able to find a shirt
"I'm coming in!" he yells. I hear the door click open.
"Ayuzawa?" he knows that the bathroom door is open and I am not in there. I'm screwed. I hide in the closet, and remember that I put my t-shirts in the drawer under my desk because there was no room in my closet. The small storage unit is filled with my things that are not clothes. I am officially screwed.
"C-could you get out of my dorm for a second?" I say
"Are you in the closet?" he asks
"NO!" I scream, but I clear my voice, "I mean, no, um…"
"Do you need help?"
"I…my shirt…" I stumble on my words. Why am I such an idiot? I can hear him going through my drawers.
"Is this what you need?" he opens the closet a crack and stuffs the white clothing in. Thankfully, all I can see is light in the crack, which is a good sign.
"Sorry…" I shift around a come out of the closet with a shirt on. My face is probably red, no, my face is red. He's standing in the middle of the room, which is where I do all my studying.
"Why are there blankets and pillows on the ground," he observes
"Ah, I don't usually sleep that much so I just stay up all night studying…" I explain
"Why not?" can he get anymore nosier?
"I'm up all night thinking of this dream I keep having…" I say. Damn my big mouth.
"Dream?" his face gets more serious.
"Well, I have this dream about this person. He's about the same height as you. We have these conversations, but every time it's different," I say. Why not go all out if you already started it?
"Do you and this guy seem really close? Maybe close enough to be a couple…but they aren't…because it isn't like that…" he says
"Yeah, but why?"
"Because I have that same dream."
Hi guys, sorry about WDKL. I already gave that to someone else, so I can't really write it again...and it's been 3 months so I don't really have a feel for that story anymore. This new Doc Manager really angers me...anyways...hope you like this new story! I really wanted to write again, so this is what I came up with. My skills are a bit rusty, so I hope you can bear with any grammar mistakes. Constructive criticism is always welcomed! Thank you for reading! New chapters might not be updated very soon, or not at all...sorry in advance. And sorry again about WDKL!