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Takumi has been noticing lately that Yukihira's hair has gotten longer. W-Well that's not because he was staring. Nope, no staring at all. Okay maybe only a little bit. Only to keep tabs on his rival of course!
Ever since they finished Stagiaire event at school, Yukihira's come back with more gusto, his face has changed a bit too, most of his baby fat had magically gone away, he looked mature almost. It left Takumi wondering what exactly Yukihira did in his training with Shinomiya-senpai.
Nevertheless, Takumi didn't mind this change..That is until now.
He noticed that Yukihira's bangs were longer and it shielded his eyes. If this was going to be a hindrance to Yukihira then surely he must cut some of it off.
"Your hair's getting longer Yukihira." Takumi finally voiced out one day as they ate their lunches.
"Really?" He said as he fiddled with the strands of his hair, "Maybe you should trim it Takumi."
He did that stupid grin of his again. That stupid grin that made Takumi's face flush red.
"Nii-chan, you okay?" His brother Isami asked.
He covered his face with one hand, "I-I'm fine, Isami." He then turned to his rival, "As if I'd cut your hair!"
It seemed as though Yukihira didn't get was Takumi was hinting. The other chef grinned brightly at Takumi, "Great! I'll see you at the dorm!"
He doesn't know why he's here or why he even came.
He didn't even have to come, but here he was in front of the Polar Star Dorm.
Beforehand, he had asked Isami if he wanted to come, but his brother gave him a weird look. The younger Aldini grinned and said, "It's okay nii-chan, I'll stay here. Go enjoy your time at Yukihira's dorm."
Takumi huffed. What was that supposed to mean? Seriously.
He walked towards the entrance of the dorm and pressed the doorbell. A few moments later out came Yukihira scratching the back of his neck, "Oh hey Takumi, fancy seeing you here."
"You told me to come!" He retorted with a huff.
Yukihira chuckled, "Yeah, yeah, why don't you come in?"
Yukihira pulled the door wider letting Takumi in. Takumi noticed the lack of ruckus inside the dorm, "Where's everyone?"
"Isshiki-senpai had some business to attend to. Yuuki and the others went with Fumio-san to buy some groceries," Yukihira said as he led the two of them to his room.
Takumi jumped looking flabbergasted, "You mean–the two of us are the only ones here!?"
Yukihira looked back, "Well yeah. That's not a problem is it?"
Takumi felt a blush on his cheeks. He and Yukihira were alone. Alone inside a big dorm. Okay. That was a lot to take in. Usually, Yukihira was always surrounded by friends, sometimes Ikumi and Tadokoro would be with him, but this–this was the first time he was truly alone with Yukihira and it made him nervous. Especially since Isami had not come with him.
Why am I being nervous in the first place?! He scolded himself.
"Takumi?" Yukihira called out while poking Takumi's cheek, "Your face is red."
The blonde Italian aggressively slapped away the other's hand, "W-well, it's pretty hot in here."
"That's weird, we have the AC on."
"Let's just get this over with!"
Yukihira left to get some snacks and this has been the most nervous Takumi has been. He's never been inside Yukihira's room, usually when they'd visit they'd stay at Marui's room. Bless his soul for always accommodating them.
Yukihira's room as Takumi observed, was plain. There wasn't really much, just your average dorm, there was a bed, study table, some shelves and a cabinet. Takumi walked around and noticed a burn mark. Probably when Yukihira did something he wasn't supposed to.
Takumi didn't know what to do, it felt like he was invading the other's privacy so he decided to just stand inside the room.
Yukihira came back a few minutes later with a tray of cookies and iced tea, "What are you doing just standing there?"
Takumi huffed, "Well you just left me inside your room! What else should I have done?"
Yukihira scoffed but sent him a giddy smile, "You could've just sat on my bed you know."
"I-I can't do that!"
Yukihira set the snacks on his table, "You can. It's okay. Want some? Tadokoro baked them last night."
The red haired teen offered him the plate and Takumi meekly took one, "T-thank you."
"No problem!" Yukihira beamed, "So how are we going to do this?"
Takumi glanced at the red head, "We should probably cover the floor with newspaper or trash bags so we can clean up faster later."
Yukihira clapped his hands together and pointed at Takumi, "Nice thinking there Takumi. I'll go downstairs to get some."
A few minutes and a few cookies later, Yukihira came back with a black trash bag in his hands, "Is this okay?"
"Yeah," the blonde Italian nodded, "Just spread it on the floor."
"Okay," Yukihira did as he was told, "What do I do next?"
"Just sit down, I'll get my scissors ready."
Yukihira sat down on the plastic bag and Takumi pulled out a pair of scissors from his bag that he had with him, "Are you sure you should be letting me cut your hair?"
"Yeah," Yukihira looked up at him and sent him a million yen smile, "I trust you, Takumi."
Takumi was embarrassed with those words and so he did what he could think of, he pushed Yukihira's back with his foot, "Don't say stuff like that!"
Laughter rang out inside the room, "If I didn't know any better, I would think you liked me with how you're acting Takumi."
Takumi continued to push him down, "Will you shut your mouth!?"
Takumi placed himself behind Yuhira and pinched at the hair and started to cut.
They fell into a comfortable silence with just the sound of snips and snaps as Takumi cut Yukihira's hair.
"…What if I did." Takumi didn't know that he had that out loud.
"Huh?"
"N-Nothing…" The blonde stuttered.
Takumi continued to do the task as fast as he could so that he could go home already.
What if I actually liked Yukihira? Will he have a problem with that? Probably.
"Hey this looks really nice!" Yukihira beamed brightly as he looked at his newly cut hair.
"T-Thanks," Takumi started to stand up and dusted of the stray red hair on his pants, "I should get going."
Yukihira nodded, "Yeah, but first..."
Takumi was surprised at the hand that grabbed his wrist. It wasn't forceful at all, it almost felt like Yukira was actually nervous.
"You could've just told me," Yukihira said, his face was different. It was like when he cooked, the look when he had Shokugekis, a serious look that attracted Takumi like bees to honey. It was the look that Takumi liked to see. This was Yukihira, his rival, possibly crush–at this point it was still unclear to him.
"Told you what?"
"That you liked me."
Takumi's eyes widened.
"Y-Your ego's definitely bigger than what I thought it was!" Takumi spluttered his face as red as a tomato, "There's no way I would like you!"
Yukihira had the audacity to laugh, "Your face says otherwise Takumi!"
"I'm not having this conversation with you!"
"I'll get you to tell me the truth Takumi." Yukihira chortled.
"There is no truth to be told, I do not like you."
A few days later, Takumi receives a challenge from Yukihira.
A shoukugeki challenge to Takumi Aldini.
If Takumi wins, Yukihira Souma will do whatever Takumi Aldini asks.
If Yukihira wins, then Takumi Aldini will have to go on a date with Yukihira Souma .