"Haru!"
Haru shot up from his bed in a hurry as the door to his room was kicked open and a scowling Yuki and Ryoko dashed inside with clear intentions of murdering him… quite brutally he might add.
"Look girls, if you are here to accuse me of shoving Isshiki towards a burning hot pan and burning his constantly naked ass, you are wasting your time 'cause I swear it wasn't me!" Haru explained "honestly" as the two girls stomped towards him.
Yuki and Ryoko blinked in surprise, momentarily halting their thoughts of potential disembowelment of a certain blond hunk. "No actually that's not why we are here."
The blond sighed in relief, dropping his tired head back on to the pillow. "Phew what a relief!"
"Wait a minute," the immortal blond sweated slightly when Yuki gave him a suspicious look. "It was you who did that, weren't you?"
"Umm… no."
Ryoko sighed at the innocently whistling blond and massaged her temple. "I will pretend I didn't hear that"
It was obvious that Haru had done it. Even though no one, not even Isshiki, had seen the blond push an oblivious pink haired elite towards a large pan, they all knew it was him. No one else seemed to have the energy, the necessary mischief and the audacity to commit something like that!
Poor Isshiki was lying on his front and sobbing like a newly unconsented bride!
"Thanks Cupcake!" he stated cheerfully "You are the best!"
"I heard that you challenged Ikumi Mito to a Food War?" she asked disapprovingly "That's just reckless and idiotic. You will get expelled if you lose"
Shouting and throwing tantrums never was her thing. She preferred a calm and understanding conversation or in this case, argument followed by scolding.
"Nah, don't cha worry your cute ass on it, babe," Haru comforted cheerfully, pulling a surprised Ryoko into the bed with him as he wrapped his arms around her. "I ain't gonna lose, especially if losing means I won't get so see your cute face!"
Yuki gave the blond boy a dry look as he tenderly ran his hand through Ryoko's purple hair, his other hand gently rubbed circles on her back while he whispered something into ear, something embarrassing no doubt since said purplette was blushing like a ripped tomato.
"Don't let my presence stop you from going at it, you guys!" she announced dryly, tapping her foot on the wooden floor with an unhappy expression on her face. This is what she got for worrying over the blond?
Her scowling expression changed into embarrassment when Haru sneaked one of his hands under Ryoko's shirt and started tickling her with a wide grin. The purplette tried to control herself… tried to uphold her image of a dignified maiden, but under the skillful and merciless ministrations of the blond, she was hopeless.
Soft laughter escaped her pouty lips as she tried to remove Haru's hand from her stomach, turning and twisting around in his arms, but to no avail. His arms were just too strong, mercilessly attacking the sensitive nerves of her abdomen, forcing more and more laughter out of her tired body.
The orange haired resident giggled lightly and exited from the room, closing the door behind her as the sounds of Haru's snickers and Ryoko's laughing reverberated through the hall. If he was able to make the normally timid and reserved Ryoko laugh like that, then he was a great guy in her books.
"Sorry for the wait, everyone, the Food War Administrative Bureau has officially recognized this challenge as a Food War." Urara announced cheerfully, gaining the undivided attention of the crowd, especially the boys. "Now then, from their respective corners, here comes the contestants!"
The excited crowd's attention turned to the right side of the auditorium as three black suited figures walked through the entrance, mysteriously hidden in the darkness.
"Our first contestant is the Meat Master, Ikumi Mito!"
The one now recognized as Ikumi dramatically threw her cloak and revealed an outfit so daring and so provocative that Urara almost snapped the microphone in her hand from sheer jealousy.
The blonde bombshell was wearing a white bra with red flames licking the bottom, blue shorts barely hiding anything from view and a large cleaver positioned in a holster on her right arm.
Barely holding in her jealousy, the black haired freshmen student forced a smile and turned to the other side of the auditorium. "And here comes our next contestant, nicknamed the Unruly Prince of Totsuki, Haru Uzumaki!"
Silence dominated the entirety of the hall as soft taps of boots echoed throughout the intensely soundless hall, signifying the approach of the aforementioned Prince. Said blond was covered in a cloak from head to toe and walking in a graceful and confident stride.
In fact the stride and aura of confidence was so overwhelming that some of the people who knew him, suspected that he was someone else.
Reaching to the assigned place, the blond grinned mysteriously and threw away the cloak similar to Ikumi, except a little stronger. Blood traveled in insane speeds to the faces of the gathered females when they saw Haru state of dress or lack of.
Even the blonde Meat Master could feel her cheeks sizzling from embarrassment and… something else when she saw him. Urara gaped openly, mouth opening and closing without uttering a single word while her ears released a puff of steam.
The tall and hulking blond was dressed in his usual black leather pants and brown cowboy boots, however the only thing different was his lack of shirt to conceal the bulging muscles.
Considering his height, he looked more like a giant tank of muscles, except more angular and condensed at the same time. Everyone could see the steel-like muscles of his arms and chest ripple with the simplest of movements.
Impenetrable skin was pulled taut over a layer of indestructible muscles, giving his arms an almost ethereal aura of strength. His chiseled chest, broad shoulders and hill-like abs almost resembled a statue carved out of bronze.
Up on the audience seats, a wide eyed and red-faced Ryoko could only gape at the muscular perfection that was Haru. To think she had been held in those arms, mashed into that chiseled chest and kissed by those lips and she hadn't even realized their significance.
Unlike Ryoko, a certain Chinese girl was tightly squeezing the balcony rails and flooding all her strength into her grip as she tried to control her embarrassed and… jealous state. What the hell was wrong with this blond idiot? What the hell was he thinking coming almost nude to a Food War and shamelessly showcasing his hunky… ahem… disgusting body to everyone!?
She would give him a piece of her mind after this challenge was over!
While everyone was affected in one way or another by the blond's shameless entrance, no one was more flustered, more affected and more… turned on than our resident meat expert.
The damn blond was standing right in front of her!
She could barely take her eyes off of his chest and abs. Those delicious and hill-like abs, that mouthwatering chest and those beautiful, strong arms! Why couldn't he act like a normal teenager and dress properly?
In all honesty, she wasn't one to point fingers at someone for dressing daringly, but come on she was at least wearing a bra to hide her modesty! This damn hunk was taking it to a whole new level.
What she wouldn't give to feel those bundles of muscles under her hands… to caress them… rub or even bite them for all their worth.
Blood shot to her face, steam poured out of her ears when she realized the thoughts going through her head. That was totally inappropriate and unbecoming of a strong-willed maiden like her.
I don't care if he is some kind of irresistible hunk, blessed with mouthwateringly delicious muscles… an ethereally handsome face… piercingly sharp and diamond like blue eyes! Argh dammit!
"Well hello, babe, missed me?" Haru announced with a wide, knowing smirk, crossing his arms over his wide chest.
Frantically shaking her head, the blonde bombshell tried to control herself and focus on his eyes, instead of gazing at his stone carved abs or steel-like chest or his even crotch! This was turning out to be a major disaster!
"W-where the hell is y-your shirt!?" she almost roared in embarrassment, shielding her eyes from looking at chest, only to peek from the middle of her fingers.
"Where is your shirt?" he retorted smugly.
"…"
"…"
Good point Ikumi mused with a sweat drop.
"Anyway, let's get down to business." Haru shouted out excitedly, snapping the lustful females and jealous males from their spunks. "In order to win this Food Wand…"
"FOOD WAR DAMMIT, IT'S A FOOD WAR!" Kanichi shouted from the audience, gripping his hair in frustration. All his hopes were depending on the success of this lunatic! What was he thinking letting this guy battle a Food War for him?
"… I will need some serious motivation from the ladies." Haru announced with a shameless giggle, a small trickle of blood dripping from his nose. "In case you don't know what I mean by motivation… it means a pair of panties, but I can also accept thongs and lingerie!"
Two sets of boots connected with the back of his head as soon as the words left his mouth, causing the blond to grip his head in pain and indignation, while some of the more sensitive and reserved females tried to hold in their blushes.
Turning around with an offended expression on his face, the blond only caught a glimpse of Ryoko's outstretched hand before she sat down and adopted a neutral expression on her face, thus that action concluded that she had thrown one of the boots.
He would have to cook something for her later to lessen her anger and jealousy. She was too cute to be angry!
However, his Chinese babe, on the other hand, had no qualms in showing that she was the one who had thrown the second boot, since her hand was still extended and her face had an unhealthy amount of tic marks.
Man, he loved her angry expression! It just suited her.
"What the hell was that for?!" Haru yelled in indignation as he rubbed his head, while Miyoko merely huffed in annoyance and looked away with a displeased expression. "I am getting you for this, Baby Cakes, it's gonna cost you some serious session of groping and a French kiss!"
Cheeks developing a healthy shade of red, the Chinese girl tried to wave off the accusing glares from the girls as well as a certain purplette and reached for her second boot to shut up the blond before he embarrassed her any further.
She would have thrown the boot, but seeing the stern visage of the Director standing on the top level of the Auditorium and staring at the students, made her rethink her decision.
She would get him for that comment later. He did have her other boot after all.