#totsuki

[beauty-marked-beauties]

Today's Beauty-Marked Beauty is: Totsuki Koiki from Vkei Sentai Executioner

[sunghee96]

Ruisa Totsuki (都月るいさ) & Nami Kuroki (黒木奈美)

[gradol-cuties]

Ruisa Totsuki 都月るいさ（とつきるいさ) 1997年11月30日 T165 B89 W56 H86 Eカップ

[iq-m]

My Wish is to Fall In Love Until You Die by Aono Nachi — Ongoing

[humanfleshdoll]

𐙚 kimishinu sketches from the authors twitter account

[tapill]

Toka Totsuki, via Japanese Gravure: [FLASH] 2022.04.12

[mrawkweird]

You wouldn't last 2 seconds at Totsuki.

[ouiouimochi]

Gingerbread

pairing/s: satoshi isshiki x reader

wc: 1.1k

warning/s: no beta again, wonky phone format, character may be ooc

note/s: I'm late cuz I drank last night lmaoo

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙

On the 7th day of simpmas, my true love gave to me

“Oh, what's this?”

Early December had settled over Totsuki Culinary Academy like a soft blanket, the days growing shorter and colder as the first traces of snow dusted the campus.

Satoshi leaned against one side of the counter, the usual relaxed smile on his face as he surveyed the ingredients laid out before him. The soft light of the kitchen cast a warm glow, and outside the window, the first signs of winter—a faint dusting of snow—began to fall, signaling the start of the holiday season.

He was wearing normal clothes in the dorm, for once, donning a cream sweater and some comfortable pants. Last time he appeared before you, he was in nothing but his pink apron— to which you scolded him for as he could get sick in the current weather. At least he seemed to have listened to your concerns.

‘God forbid if he wears the damned fudonshi or just his apron in this frigid climate’

You turned your full attention to him from preparing the ingredients you needed, greeting him with a relaxed smile of your own and settling your hands on your waist.

“Just gonna bake some gingerbread… I had a sudden craving…” You scratched your cheek with a finger as you laughed sheepishly.

Satoshi hums to himself before retrieving his apron and standing next to you on the counter. He rolled the sleeves of his sweater up to his elbows as he meticulously washed his hands.

“I don't suppose you mind a hand?” he asked with a playful gleam in his eyes, as if he hadn't already invited himself to assist you. Satoshi has always been like that with you.

You shook your head. If anything, you were more than pleased to have some help— it was only an added plus that you enjoy the eccentric male’s presence a lot.

“I’d appreciate it, actually. I'm going to try something new, hopefully it works out…” You trailed off while staring at the ingredients, worried that a slight change to the usual recipe you used would fail.

A warm hand settled itself on top of your head, gently ruffling your hair. A deep and charming chuckle reaching into your ears. You face him again just as he removes his hand, the presence of a sincere fondness reflecting in Satoshi’s cyan-blue eyes.

“I'm sure it'll work out with your skills and magic, our dearest sugar fairy~” he reassured and teased, calling you by the embarrassing nickname you acquired during your first year— a story for another time.

“Please don't call me that…”

“But you're one of Polar Star’s pride!” You sighed, knowing how you can't really argue much against Satoshi once he's set on it.

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

You and Satoshi had finally gotten started by mixing the dry ingredients of flour, baking soda, cinnamon, and ginger, the male humming a soft, upbeat tune. You recognize a familiar rhythm and soon after, you begin humming the Christmas song you got reminded of, the brunette immediately catching on and humming with you as you two proceed to other preparations.

Now, all that was left was to mix the ingredients to create the dough, which he thankfully volunteered himself to do. Your eyes focused on his forearm muscles flexing itself as he effortly kneading the dough, his fingers looking skilled.

You held his upper arm, signalling him to pause as you inspected the lump.

“It needs a bit more flour and cinnamon…”

If Satoshi was surprised, he didn't show it in his expression. But he wasn't surprised since he knew your skill, despite how absurd it was to be able to know what you need in your dishes with just a look— most especially with baking where measurements have to be accurate and precise.

You took the ingredients you needed and sprinkle a little on to the dough, Satoshi having moved his hands away to make room for your action.

“You know, “ you suddenly piped up, "gingerbread cookies are a lot like life. They need just the right amount of spice to make them exciting, but they also need something sweet to balance it all out. And in the end, when they’re all baked and ready, they come together in the most satisfying way.”

Satoshi chuckled, his head tilted downwards towards you as you two made eye contact. Suddenly you noticed how close you two were. Your shoulder was pressing up against his upper arm, face mere inches apart.

He then booped your nose. You blinked, stunned, a few seconds passed by before realizing that he smeared something powdery on your nose.

“Toshii!” you drawled out his name, eyebrows scrunching in befuddlement. You smacked his arm before wiping your nose off with your arm.

He raises his hands in surrender and you two go back to baking.

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

You neatly laid out the cookies on a separate baking sheet, having already baked and cooled them off a while ago already. The kitchen smelled of pastries, sugar, and cinnamon.

You then took a piping bag with icing already prepared, getting started on decorating the gingerbread men based on everyone from the dorm. Satoshi was only watching as you focused and meticulously added necessary details to the cookies, an inexplicably soft look settling into his expression.

“Done!” you rested your hands on your waist, taking a step back to appreciate your work. Nodding to yourself in approval, you made eye contact with the brunette.

“They're lovely.” he commented, as his finger traced the form of one cookie— the one you based off of him.

“With your level of skill, why don't you fight for a seat in the Elite Ten?” He asked, you shaking your head in response.

You inspected the cookies again, “Eh, not really why I got into Totsuki though…” your finger tapped on one of the intricate lines you drew, making sure it had already set and hardened.

“Then, what was your reason?” He was genuinely curious, having never asked you before this question at all.

“Well,” you picked one up delicately, “It’s quite tiring eating your own dishes even if you're a good chef...even if you keep adding twists to the usual recipe”

“Let's just say I only got to Totsuki to find someone who can cook me all types of food that I wouldn't get tired of.” You stared at him, possibly hinting at something as his eyes narrowed slightly in jest, an unspoken conversation going on between you two.

You then bit into the cookie, smiling in delight that it turned out well. Satoshi also took one, the one designed to resemble you

because you had the one that resembled him

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙

note/s: rushed af, late af, I'm dying in uni yet again. yes you went to totsuki just to find a malewife, GIRLBOSS behavior

taglist: @justwinginglife , @minasfwoopyponytail , @ryescapades , + anyone who wants to be added!

[thatanimewriter]

HOMEMADE HUGS.

➳ request: Can i make a request? I want Soma, Ryou, Akira, Alice, and Eishi (from the anime food wars) with a S/O who is neutral to fancy food or anything that is the opposite of homemade food because for them homemade food is just the best for them. It’s like they don’t the food to be like the best they just want the food to be made with love and thoughtfulness. apologize if this is too much for you to ask

➳ character/s: yukihira soma, kurokiba ryo, hayama akira, nakiri alice, tsukasa eishi

➳ warnings: swearing, hayama being homeless and orphaned as a kid, marriage fever (soma)

➳ notes: food wars is love, food wars is life, people should get over the weird foodgasms so they can actually watch art ._. (also soma is my ideal man, when can i find one-)

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

── 𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐀.  

talk your shit

he'll get you a megaphone to say it again

he agrees with you 100%

now you have to marry him btw :))

constantly trying out any new yukihira diner recipes on you

he may be at totsuki, but he still wants to take over the diner and make happiness affordable and memorable

you don't need fancy shit to bring people joy >:((

he also drags you to tons of festivals n markets to try the street food and festival food

if unhealthy, why taste good??

screaming if you ever make him something homemade

and he will scoff that shit down

he gets sick of fancy food too, so he's more than happy to have your homemade things in between classes

constantly leaning over your shoulder at the dorms to see what you're making

always licks the bowl if it's a cake or something

personal dish washer

will make you a yukihira diner dish in bento form every time you have to be away for something

comfort food and a movie at least twice a week

jokingly calls you 'wifey' regardless of gender because he's determined you'll get married for the homemade food thing

joichiro approves-

── 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐁𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐎.

a lowkey judgmental squint at you

-.-

he's unsure if he agrees with you

but he's never gonna say no to trying anything homemade that you offer him

will give you the hum of approval every time

maybe he's starting to see your point-

you're not always the one making him homemade food though

sometimes he comes to you to go on a cute little picnic date and has made you a special dish from denmark to share with you

will just listen to you talk while he eats and occasionally pitches in

don't challenge him too much though, because if you make a joke that your homemade food is better, you're in for it

can you have a shokugeki with 'peasant food'??

alice's words, not yours-

he's not very open with emotions but you can tell from the little smile he's suppressing that he feels loved when he eats homemade food

and it also lets him relax after classes and outside of trying to destroy soma

he gets to make cute and quaint dishes for you and not stress about the quality of the dish

n he gets to see that smile of yours :))

not that he'd ever admit that-

but like soma, he's hovering over you while you cook

probably snacking on the leftovers

── 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀 𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐀.

ask and you shall receive

he has probably never had a homemade meal before-

and homemade meals are now your love languages

also probably cried when you first made him something homemade

just a couple snivels and tears

that's also when he first fell in love but you won't catch him saying that to anyone else

makes you a lot of indian street food to connect more with his culture and introduce you if you're not already familiar

always makes you something if you feel upset or down

and it's always very urgent??

he's a very attentive lover

he hears you're upset and he's speed running a lil curry n naan for you and he's COMING OVER RIGHT NOW-

y'all always make lunch for each other because if you're not with each other, you feel the love you have for each other either way

and if you have lunch together, compliments (and kisses) to the chef

unlike the others, who snack on whatever is leftover while you cook for them

hayama feeds you your leftovers

gently feeding a lil carrot stick to you ;v;

he made his own spice blend that he thinks encapsulates you as a person and you definitely can't find that in stores-

people have asked him what the spice is called

n he just called it by your name

── 𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄.

she doesn't get it-

homemade food isn't as exquisite???

what are you on??

this is entirely because her parents are elitists and she never got HOMEmade food

got professional food only

and she doesn't know what homemade food actually tastes like

and that's kinda dumb tbh-

how does one survive without a lovingly made dish??

loving the cooking is different to making something BECAUSE you love them

so now it's your mission to convert her :))

it didn't take very long, you gave her breakfast in bed and she was sold

now she knows what love actually feels like and this is a pivotal moment

to be fair though

she can't really replicate homemade cooking for a while

because she never got taught and she can't get the strict training out of her system

how do you make molecular gastronomy homey??

it's fine, you'll just have to teach her

bonding time in the kitchen

she'll get the hang of it eventually, but for now she's fine with just having you cook loving meals for her

── 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐀 𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈.

somehow it's more nerve wracking making a homemade dish than a fancy one

because you like homemade things more ;v;

and he doesn't want to disappoint you

also probably doesn't know how to make a homemade meal-

are you sure you can't just treat him??

he's baby

he can't handle this shit :((

gladly takes homemade food from you though

but he wants cuddles while he eats your cooking

will also learn to make more homemade things and let go of the reins a little bit with PRESTIGE

probably also cried when he first tried your cooking

and this is lowkey what he wishes totsuki was

less stressful, more time with you, no more panic attacks-

the first time he ever gave you a homemade meal he was sweating bullets and shaking like crazy

but he got rewards, so now he does it all the time

kisses

"you could just ask for a kiss, you know."

"...'s so embarrassing..."

you now know a homemade meal means he wants kisses

[ladybunny44]

Good afternoon, Bunny. Here's my fifth Takumi request. Takes place when the Aldini twins were still in Tōtsuki. When the president of Takumi's fan club confesses to Takumi for the umpteenth time, Isami steps in on his brother's behalf and explains that Takumi has been engaged to Reader who's from a long line of confectioners ever since they were children. Takumi also confirms with what Isami is saying, adding that Reader is in Germany, studying to be a chocolatier.

🍫 Sweethearts Since the Start 🍝

Pairing : Takumi Aldini x Fem!Reader

Genre : ☁️

Word Count : ~1200

Summary : Takumi Aldini’s charm and talent often attract admirers, but none are more persistent than the president of his fan club. When she confesses to him yet again, Takumi’s twin, Isami, steps in to put an end to the misunderstandings once and for all. He reveals that Takumi has been engaged since childhood to you—a talented aspiring chocolatier currently studying in Germany. Takumi confirms the truth with quiet pride, leaving no doubt about where his heart lies.

TW/CW : None! Pure fluff and wholesome moments.

NOTIFICATIONS ꩜ ₊ ⊹! : Another request, another oneshot served! Enjoy! 📚

『••✎••』

The quiet buzz of Totsuki’s academy grounds was a welcome break after an intense cooking session. Takumi Aldini, as always, carried himself with calm confidence, though he had become adept at dodging a certain brand of attention—the persistent advances of his fan club president.

Today, however, the fan club leader had decided to try again, summoning all her courage to confront him outside the Aldini twins’ dormitory.

“Takumi-kun,” she began, her cheeks flushed as she clutched a small, wrapped box of handmade cookies. “I... I just wanted to tell you again how I feel. I’ve admired you for so long, and I made these for you!”

Takumi sighed inwardly, though his expression remained polite. Before he could respond, Isami, standing beside him, took one look at his brother’s exasperated expression and decided to step in.

“Listen,” Isami began, his tone kind but firm. “I think you’re missing something important here. Takumi’s not available.”

The fan club president blinked, confused. “Not available? What do you mean?”

Isami gave her a knowing smile, crossing his arms. “He’s been engaged since we were kids. His fiancée is from a long line of confectioners.”

Her eyes widened in shock. “Engaged?! Since childhood?!”

Takumi, sensing her disbelief, decided to add his own clarification. “It’s true,” he said, stepping forward. “She’s currently in Germany, studying to become a world-class chocolatier. She’s as passionate about her craft as I am about cooking, and I couldn’t be prouder of her.”

The girl’s grip on the box of cookies tightened as she tried to process what she was hearing. “Oh... I didn’t know.”

Takumi offered her a polite, almost apologetic smile. “I appreciate your feelings, but my heart has always been with her. I hope you understand.”

The fan club president gave a small, shaky nod, mumbling a goodbye before turning and walking away, her shoulders slumped in defeat.

As soon as she disappeared, Isami let out a loud laugh, clapping his brother on the shoulder. “You owe me for saving you from another awkward confession!”

Takumi sighed, shaking his head. “I could’ve handled it myself.”

“Oh, sure,” Isami teased. “By standing there like a statue until she got the hint? You’re welcome, by the way.”

Takumi couldn’t help but chuckle, finally relaxing. “I guess I do owe you. Just don’t expect me to clean up after you in the kitchen tonight.”

Isami grinned. “Fair trade. I’ll handle dinner prep if you promise to finally send that letter to your fiancée. She’s probably waiting to hear about all this.”

Takumi’s expression softened at the thought of you, and he nodded. “Yeah... I’ll write to her tonight.”

⋆⭒˚｡⋆༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆𖦹.✧˚˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

『••✎••』

At Germany

You adjusted the temperature on your chocolatier equipment, focused on perfecting your latest creation. A warm smile spread across your face as you thought about Takumi and the promise you’d made to him all those years ago.

Later that evening, after another long day of perfecting recipes and crafting chocolates, you returned to your small apartment. A neatly addressed envelope caught your eye, sitting atop the stack of mail on the kitchen counter. Your name was written in Takumi’s familiar handwriting, and your heart skipped a beat as you eagerly tore it open.

Inside was a handwritten letter, the kind he always sent, filled with updates, warm words, and his steady affection:

Cara mia,

I hope this letter finds you well. Totsuki keeps me busy as always, but I find myself thinking of you often, wondering how you’re doing with your studies in Germany. Today reminded me how lucky I am to have you. Someone confessed to me again, but Isami stepped in before I even had to explain. He told them everything—about our promise and how proud I am of you. It made me realize I don’t tell you enough just how proud I am. Your passion for your craft inspires me every day. I can’t wait for the day we’re standing in the same kitchen again, creating something sweet together. Until then, know that my heart belongs to you, now and always.

Yours,

Takumi

Tears pricked at your eyes as you read his words, and you clutched the letter close to your chest. Despite the distance, his love felt as warm and comforting as ever.

Smiling, you sat down at your desk, grabbing a pen and paper to write your reply, determined to remind him that the bond between you was as unbreakable as the sweetest chocolate you could ever create.

[linkemon]

Quintessence (Yukihira Souma x Reader)

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Other oneshots can be found here.

"— ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ꜱᴏ̄ᴍᴀ-ᴋᴜɴ ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ? —ᴛᴀᴅᴏᴋᴏʀᴏ ᴀꜱᴋᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ʙᴇʜᴀʟꜰ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏʟᴀʀ ꜱᴛᴀʀ ᴅᴏ��ᴍɪᴛᴏʀʏ, ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀᴅ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴡᴀʟᴋ. — ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ? ꜰᴏʀ ꜱʜᴏᴋᴜɢᴇᴋɪ ᴏᴅ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇ!"

The room was a total mess but let's be honest, I didn't expect anything less. After all, it was inhabited by someone with a crazy personality.

Sōma-kun scratched the back of his neck nervously, then began to pick up the clothes that were strewn across the floor. Then came the pile of trash.

— You could have let me know you were coming — he grumbled under his breath.

— An emergency situation. — I looked out the window.

The gardens at Totsuki looked exceptionally well-kept and clean. I expected nothing less from such a prestigious school.

— I'm surprised Fumio-san even let you in.

— Don't overdo it, Sōma-kun. You know that there was no way to avoid cooking. I had to use all my pastry skills to get into your dorm. By the way, it's not that great.

— What skills do you have there? — he snorted and I hit him over the head with a throw pillow. — The Polar Star is a dormitory...— he began.

I knew what was coming, so I put my hand over his mouth. Unfortunately, he managed to free himself too quickly for my taste.

— I guess that’s not why you’re here — he said, getting to the point.

— You're right. I need to contact your dad. I've tried several times. I've called, texted, emailed and no response. I've been to the restaurant twice but it was closed.

— We haven't really talked much since I started at Totsuki. Only once, actually. — He grinned. — That could be a problem. Why are you looking for him anyway?

I tried to gather my swirling thoughts. I wondered if he needed my troubles to add to his own. After all, he was starting a new year at a prestigious school where students were as easy to drop out as they were to breathe.

Ultimately, I came to the conclusion that he deserved the truth, even if it was difficult for me to talk about it.

— It’s about the confectionery. — I started to nervously fidget with my fingers. — My parents haven’t been able to handle it for half a year. Since my grandmother left, everything started to fall apart. She was always the one who watched over everything, especially the recipes. In a family business, when the main link fails, everything slowly falls apart. Besides, you run the restaurant with your father, so you know how it is. My mother sort of switched off, stopped being interested in the café. Part of the team left, the quality dropped, then the number of customers. My father tried to save it somehow but in the end, after the renovation, it turned out that we were in debt. He didn’t say a word about it until last month, when the payment was urgent. My mother went crazy and then they stopped talking to each other. And I managed to win that confectionery competition two months ago. — Sōma nodded. — Winning is half the debt but they don’t even want to hear about that money.

— Did they guess you planned to spend it on tuition?

— Yes — I said. — That's why I need your dad. They've always been so close, especially with mom. If there's anyone who can convince them, it's him.

There was silence and I felt the weight of his gaze. My heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest.

— I'll take care of it. I haven't seen him in a while but it's a good time for Pop to finally show up. — I dared to look up. — Don't tell me you'd think I would'n help you. — His expression softened.

Then suddenly I felt warm. The smell of his sweatshirt reminded me that he had spent the whole day in the kitchen. Holding him, I felt like we were spending the holidays together again, like when his mother had just passed away. That December day, I had been his steady support. I wanted to cry but I knew it wasn't time yet. Not while there was a chance.

— I'll contact the old man somehow but you won't have to convince them because there's no way you'll pay from your tuition.

— What are you talking about, Sōma? — I pulled away. — How do you want to...

— I already have a plan — he whispered.

— But...

— I'll explain everything in due time. Besides, I like it when you don't add "kun" to my name. We can stay on that footing if that's what you're comfortable with — he added with a mischievous grin.

He was hit with a pillow for the second time that day but he deserved it. I knew it was his way of taking my mind off what was happening. Despite that, I couldn't deny myself this. I needed a moment of forgetfulness, I wanted to leave the worrying for tomorrow.

— Come and try my new recipe.

— No way. I know exactly how this will end. It'll be one of those awful dishes I'll remember for the rest of my life. Like that fish from last year.

A foul stench, a suspiciously purple color and the appearance of something chewed twice. The taste was something that was not worth describing.

— What was that anyway? — I shuddered at the memory.

— Okay, okay, today I'll make you something familiar. — I sighed with relief. — But tomorrow I'll treat you to a fresh recipe — he added with a sadistic smile and I murdered him with a look.

— I can try but I think you have a better plan, right? — I nodded.

— I knew right away that this guy was talking about the [Reader] cafe. It's a good thing we have such connections and I found him. He's probably been getting ready for a long time and I'm wasting valuable time chatting with my pop.

— Wasting time? After I've done so much for you. — Saiba smacked me over the head. — I hope you prepare well.

— What is Sōma-kun preparing for? —Tadokoro asked on behalf of the rest of the Polar Star Dormitory, who had just returned from their walk.

— What do you mean by that? For Shokugeki od course! 

[substantial-gains]

I wanna use Rindou more. Make her laid-back, lethargic, belchy; just in general more chill with all the added poundage weighing her down while running her own American restaurant in her mid to late 20's...

(Maybe even make a Dangan AU were she's the Ultimate Cook instead of going to Totsuki, to branch out a bit for those who wanna play around with canons and such-)

[seijatachiis]

making a food wars oc bc i'm currently watching food wars (just finished season 4!) and i'm like hmm what do i want her to look like? oh i know sakura miku! hmm what about a name...? well i'm in bed so i can't look up name meanings... WAIT why not just name her sakura miku

anyways so introducing my food wars oc sakuraco miku, first year like soma's and co, the one other lone transfer student but she heard soma's speech and went "i don't wanna face that crowd lmao" her "speciality" is fusion foods bc i don't know anything about food but i like fusion dishes for the half white side of me. her special skill is copycat where she can instantly copy a technique from watching someone else do it bc if others can be OP so can my oc.

as a result, she LOVES learning she was so hyped when her parents recommended totsuki. also her parents went there, they run a fusion restaurant now bc they had their own specialties and couldn't decide what to serve so they said fuck it we'll mix it. anyways so she DOES have experiencing servers customers soma HA.

anyways i came up with her during s4 so i'm like imagining her as part of the rebels and fighting against central.

[gradol-cuties]

Ruisa Totsuki 都月るいさ（とつきるいさ) 1997年11月30日 T165 B89 W56 H86 Eカップ

[kitakyushu-division]

VIVA⭐️RIUM Voice Claims

No en because I don’t know any voices from there srry-

John Doe

Yoshihide Sasaki (Carl - Fabulous Night)

Kokoro

Kanon Sakamoto (Totsuki Koiki - Visual Kei Sentai Executioner)

Felix

Toshiyuki Toyonaga (Reimu Sumeragi - Fabulous Night)

[takoyakitenchou]

life update.........................

if u follow my ffnet u have probably gotten a notif that ive posted a new chapter of renaissance... lol ..................................................

ok here is the thing theres j 1 chapter left in that fic and it's a massive timeskip and the plot is j hikari (akisako) realizing shes in love w kaede (sorina) and then kaekari being endgame ...?? idk if i wanna post it tho!!!

more importantly ive been writing this actual fleshed out story for the occasional brain stimulation and it features most of the cast of renaissance but in college exploring careers other than food. also a lot of it centers around the fact that all the kids of the shokugeki hc couples are expected to be chefs and i honestly really liked the idea of sorina daughter not even being a chef at all despite having the god tongue... i thought why not expand on that w the rest of the kids (auden is a pure math major) and have them go to university instead ... most of the names are changed and shit (totsuki becomes the dunruth lugo school... auden dunruth is the heir... etc) ... almost everything is based off my hcs for the shokugeki couples in masquerade verse...? (for example hikari hayama's dad being dean of the dunruth lugo group in the same way that in masquerade akira is dean of totsuki) and also im writing pieces of the narrative horrifically out of chronological order with no BUT if you guys would be interested in some light reading material (that will inevitably get heavier later on bc they all have severe issues) !!! i'd be happy to share (on occasion. im talking like one update every other month at most lol)