I haveth returned (kinda) to Obsess over the perfection that is Isami Aldini~
Enjoy~
When Isami aldini dreams of the future, he never knows what form he'll take and to be honest- it's never mattered. Whether he resembled that of an "overstuffed koala bear" or was the spitting image of his twin brother takumi- Isami has always been himself. After all Isami Aldini is many things, a brother, a chef, and a loyal friend to many of his fellow 1st years at totsuki academy.
The 1st thing Isami notices as he wakes this morning is the distinct breeze from the window that sends the slightest of shivers running down his spine. His arm rests lifelessly on his forehead with a clouded gaze aimed at the bedroom's ceiling.
Slowly, he brings a hand up to graze his face and- he's blushing. A faint smile finds its way onto Isami's features. The Brunette's dreams have been much more vivid as of late, he pauses for a moment to ponder why but his mind is quickly met with faint flashes of midnight blue hair, and soft golden eyes.
"Megumi." It's barely above a whisper yet it rolls off his tongue so easily. The thought of seeing her gives him the energy he needs to leave the comfort of his bed. Taking a glance out of the window Isami notices the first signs of autumn as the trees now hold yellow and orange-ish hues amongst the green in their leaves. He imagines walking among the falling scenery with her their hands entangled with one another- he can feel his own face getting hotter.
After going to wake his brother and a quick shower, Isami heads back to his room to get dressed for the day. He's taking out his usual uniform, and making sure his chefs clothes are packed in reserve. His pants feel a little tight as he shimmies them on, something he oddly takes note of. He stumbles in front of the full body mirror finally getting on his socks, and seemingly stares at his reflection. There's nothing particularly odd about how he looks today- his face is a little fuller, and he has the slightest of fat poking out from his torso. The sight of it is nothing new to Isami, yet a word that he hasn't associated with himself in years starts to resurface in his mind, causing the cheerful expression he held to falter.
"Hey Isami- we're gonna be late, come grab breakfast!" The sound of Takumi's voice through the door pulls Isami out of his own head. He quickly finishes dressing and goes to join his twin in the kitchens. The smell of freshly scrambled eggs, and Hashbrowns waft through the air and the cheerful expression returns to Isami's features.
"Mind Wrapping these for me brother?" Takumi has already set the bento boxes out, and from the smell of it- packed them too. Isami Replies with a nod, taking a forkful of eggs before grabbing the bento wraps. The morning flows by pretty uneventfully, the train ride to Totsuki passing without much commotion. Isami notes that his brother is already going on about a certain redhead, he knows Takumi would never admit it but- ever since meeting Souma Yukihira, the elder of the aldini twins has been infatuated- of course he hides it under the guise of a passionate and quite overzealous rivalry.
The pair are eventually met with the crisp mountain air of the grand Totsuki academy, as they pass through the gates a pair of familiar faces approach to greet them. It is Souma's loud and excited tone that reaches them first, and Isami can already feel Takumi's energy practically skyrocket in return. Normally Isami would listen in to reign in his brother's rashness when needed but when a pair of soft golden eyes meet his- the world around him goes blissfully silent.
"Good morning Isami-kun!" He can't help the smile that spreads at the sound of her voice. She's simply wearing her uniform, and there's nothing particularly different about her hair but- Isami can't help but be infatuated with how beautiful Megumi looks. The deepening blush gracing her features lets him know that he's been staring a tad too long.
"M-morning Megumi-chan!" He averts his gaze upwards in an attempt to quell his own embarrassment. The four of them head to their first class which they conveniently share. Souma, and Takumi of course are engrossed within a heated debate- Isami couldn't be any further from listening, right now Megumi has his undivided attention as she recalls a promise she made to Yuki-san to help her create a new fruit based dish for the upcoming fall selection.
"It sounds wonderful Megumi-" Her blush in response makes his own grow deeper as they shift into a comfortable pace- the sounds of Takumi's, and Souma's antics filling the silence. Isami feels her hand Coalesce with his, and while he manages to maintain composure- his mind enters a dulled frenzy. The only thing he can focus on is the softness, and warmth of Megumi's hand. They'd been together for almost a month now, and while hand holding isn't anything foreign for them- the feeling is still almost too much for Isami. The Blunette turns to him, and the smile she gives is enough to light the galaxy itself. He sheepishly grins in return, unable to contain the fluttering in his stomach.
The antics of their shared first class are always a sight to behold- with both Souma and Takumi going all out with the most creative dishes they can muster, Isami and Megumi often reigning them in on the off chance that things get too out of hand, but in the end the instructor is pleased with their work so there's no harm done. Today is no different as the blonde and redhead are at it again, and with a theme like middle eastern cuisine Isami is sure that things are gonna be interesting. He, and Megumi have their hands full helping their respective partners finish their dishes. However that didn't stop the Brunette from shyly stealing glances at her as he worked. It was only for a moment, but the determination and focus in her eyes, gazing intently at the knife in her hand going back and forth brought a feeling he couldn't quite describe surging through him and suddenly looking at her became too nerve wracking. His sight abruptly shifts down to his own cutting board not at all noticing those same soft golden eyes flitter in his direction.
As always- the little contest of sorts ends in a tie, both Souma and his brother pout with dissatisfied grunts as their professor simply can't choose between them. The pure ridiculousness of their reactions is enough to get soft chuckle out of Megumi. Isami tries his best not to get completely entranced by the sweet tones of her laughter, kicking himself mentally once she notices him staring. The blunette smiles in a fluster and reaches for his hand, sliding gently over his knuckles before interlocking their fingers. The half Italian is sure that whatever calm, and collected expression he once held has completely dissipated as he can feel his own cheeks burn and flush bright red.
The two pairs part ways after that class with the Aldini brothers heading to a separate building with another class to attend. The rest of the morning goes by relatively normal by Isami's standards with he and his brother spending their remaining free time in the kitchens further honing their techniques. Takumi of course with the goal of "upstaging" Yukihira, although Isami found it quite funny how his twin almost seemed to be looking to impress his "rival" instead. By the afternoon the two have fallen into their usual rhythm, preparing and testing various recipes in the search of their next masterpiece. There's nothing but the constant sizzle of the stove lit pots, and pans to fill the silence, and Isami revels in the quiet of it all. No words are needed between them as they move in unison- The brunettes' mind begins to wonder abit- shifting from the Various ingredients on his cutting board- to the events of that mornings class, he smiles to himself abit- recalling the ever so petty bout between Souma, and his brother. He wonders if Souma himself realizes how far Takumi has gone simply not to admit liking the redhead. The thought pulls a small chuckle out of him.
"Whats up?" Takumi's words further break the silence following isami's laugh.
Isami responds with a cheeky smile and an 'Oh Nothing' before passing his twin the diced tomatoes. He reaches for the vegetables, consulting with Takumi on which ones to be used. Once again a soft silence fills the room as the two continue their work, and just as before Isami's mind can't help but drift away from the task in front of him.
He isn't sure which of her features come to him first, but before long the image of Megumi traps him within his own head. This intense infatuation is new to him, he isn't used to the sight of her ruling every thought in his mind, the lingering vibrations from her small hands sliding against his, the faint echoes of her voice playing over and over- it's the kind of pure exhilaration that the Brunette simply can't get enough of. He begins to wonder if being with her will always feel like this, and being honest with himself he's praying it does.
The skyline's colors shift into vibrant yellows and oranges as the brothers prepare to leave for the day. In the midst of discussing their supposed dinner plans the two are approached once again by an excited Yukihira. Apparently Souma's father- some famous chef, had paid them a visit and planned a feast for the residents at Polar Star Dormitory. The redhead had come to invite the aldini twins as a kind gesture. Isami responded with a cheerful 'Of Course' over ruling his brother's sudden ramblings of a dinner plan now in shambles. The three of them head off together towards the dorm, Takumi Oddly contempt with letting Yukihira be as they stroll down the grassy path. He was probably lost in thought- trying to determine who this famous father of Souma's could be. The Brunette himself was curious as well- he obviously had to be a Totsuki graduate, if the rumors were true maybe it was a former seat on the ten. Isami glanced at the boy leading them in question. Whoever it was- the half Italian imagined him sharing Souma's having excitable energy. The Closer they drew to the dorm, the louder the sounds of excitement and joy grew. The smells of various dishes emanated from the windows spurring Isami's anticipation further. The
"Bout time you got back here!" Yuki's gleeful expression is the first to greet them, ushering them towards the dining hall where all those wonderfully enticing scents pooled across the grand table. Isami turns the corner, entering the aroma filled room to find none other than the object of his affections scurrying around the center table setting plates in silverware. She was in her own little world- humming a soft tune as she paired forks and knives from plate to plate, so focused she hadn't noticed him come in which he decided was for the best- Isami dared not to disrupt her rhythm. Leaning against the mahogany door frame, he simply takes in the sight of her. She's dressed in a simple baby blue dress and a darker blue jacket to cover her arms, her hair rests in its usual midnight blue twists with that adorable flower pin laying atop her head. It's the smallest details like those that Isami can't help but admire for what seems like hours on end.
"O-oh Isami-kun! I didn't know you were here-" Her face flushes a crimson red making Isami feel a tad guilty for staring. She quickly finishes up before nervously shuffling over to him. The blunette grabs his hand, looking as if she wants to say something meaningful prompting him to step closer- half in an attempt to calm his ever growing nerves and to ensure whatever was said remained between them.
"I-i'm glad you're here!" The words are so simple yet the rippling feeling that follows renders him awestruck. He's nothing short of ecstatic- the deepening blush, and frazzled smile are proof of that. Isami feels his brain short circuit in a poor attempt to respond- fumbling over his own words constantly. Help sure that whatever's coming out of his mouth is pure gibberish, but the half Italian is too dazed to care. He stands there stuttering out half words until he's saved by a voice coming from the kitchen requesting the Blunettes' help. She lets go of his hand almost reluctantly, and with a small wave disappears into the kitchens herself. They'd never been so close- the scene plays over and over again in his mind, it's such a small moment it shouldn't matter nearly as much as it does.
"You doin' ok there boy?" An elderly voice pulls him out of his daze. The Dorms' caretaker Ms. Fumio looked at him quizzically, the realization hit him that he must've been just standing there staring off into space- Isami rubs the back of his neck in embarrassment.
Soon the dining hall is filled with all his fellow Totski classmates, smiling and laughing with one another as they enjoy a feast prepared by the great Joichi Saiba- who Isami had just found out about. The atmosphere reminded him much of the family dinners he had back home, it felt right- it felt natural. He peers at the girl sitting across from him, cheerfully laughing at her friends ridiculous antics. This is the beginning of something completely new to Isami but he was sure that he'd enjoy every moment of it.
Woo- this took alot longer than i expected I plan to have this be over all 5-6 chapters to be ready for more in the future (Comments are Very much appreciated)
-uwu