Food Problems

Looking down at the empty plate in front of me, I let out a grunt of displeasure. Despite my protesting, the kitchen staff said that people could only have one portion each, and not wanting to cause trouble on my first day, I complied but right now, looking at the empty plate that had food on it moments ago...I was completely unsatisfied.

I turned my head towards the others sitting with me - they'd barely gotten through a third of their food and Kaori was even looking over at my finished plate with disbelief in her eyes.

Humans are pretty easily satisfied, huh? Eating such meager portions, struggling to finish these meager portions with a few bites...

Feeling my stomach rumble for more food, I stood up to the surprise of the other three.

"I'm going to get more food. Be right back," before any of them could reply, I walked over to the place where they gave me the food and pushed into the front of the line.

"Oi--!" a person tried to speak up, but a hardened glare and a light push put him on his ass, so I turned and stared down the server, an average looking guy with black hair and brown eyes. He had a slight build but despite standing in front of me, he didn't seem affected by my bigger build. From how he had a normal level of Ki and that his body was seemingly pretty weak, I guess he's the type who thinks his authority given by his position makes him above others.

As if to prove my sentence he tilted his head slightly upwards, as if trying to look down on me, before speaking with a slight frown.

"I'm afraid you'll have to go to the back of the line - you can't cut in the line like that - and even then I don't know why you're here. I've already given you your food. Idiot," he whispered the last part under his breath but I heard him.

And I had to stop myself from grabbing him and hitting him senseless. Which I did successfully, knowing I had to at least try and be sensible about this despite my Saiyan instinct screaming for me to kill him.

"I need another more portions. Bigger if possible. The portions you're serving just aren't enough for me and the nutrients I need," I kept my voice calm and matter-of-fact, but all I got in return was a condescending scowl.

"Are you a part of any of the Sports Classes or Martial Arts Classes?" seeing my confusion, he carried on, "Are you an Elite of any of the physical classes in this school?" he spit each word out in an incredibly patronizing way but again, using my superior control over my emotions, something I'd cultivated in my past life, I kept the anger at bay.

"No."

I answered simply which earned me a scoff from the average man.

"Well then, you're not getting any more portions. Only students who work themselves ragged deserve more than one portion. You've just been sitting at a desk all day - you don't have a reason for more portions. So, scram."

He looked at me with a weird look of scorn in his eyes when he heard I wasn't an Elite student which didn't confuse me for long as I guessed there was some kind of discrimination on General Class students compared to the Elite Class students.

But I didn't care about that for long as I felt the last bit of control get overrun by the rage of a Saiyan. Though I did keep myself from overreacting too badly.

"I'm not going to do that until I get my portions," I smiled despite my anger, which the server found unnerving but it didn't stop him from falling back on his 'authority' as he smirked at what I said.

"Then you'll not gonna be moving at all. Maybe you're a bit dense, hm? I'll make it easy for you then - if you don't leave, I'm going to call the Disciplinary Committee."

Shaking my head, my smile spread a bit further, "If you won't give me the portions...I'll just have to get them myself."

I thought about jumping through the hole in the wall this dickhead was speaking to me through but...that'd be too easy. I needed to instill some fear in the guy. Looking through the hole, I saw a door on the other side of the room and walked away from the line and into a corridor that presumably led to the door.

True to what I thought the corridor did lead to the door and when I got there, I saw the server locking the door before he noticed my arrival and gave me a mocking look as if taunting me to get my portions now.

But when he saw my smile he looked quite taken aback.

All I could think was this: Don't get between a Saiyan and his food.

Putting my hand on the handle, I gave the door a strong tug and the lock snapped, making the man behind the door jump back in shock. Putting the door to the side, I walked in and smiled down, quite evilly might I add, at the server who'd lost all that swagger he was putting out when he was speaking to me earlier.

"Y-y-you're not allowed back h-here!" he practically shouted, getting the attention of all but one chef, and backed up until he hit a metal preparation table behind him. My smile spread even further, showing off my surprisingly sharp-looking canines, and I walked closer to him.

Once I was in front of him, I brought a hand up and poked my finger into his chest in between each word I said.

"What. Are. You. Going. To. Do. About. It?" moving my finger from his chest, I swatted him aside with a casual hand, but to him it must have felt anything but casual as he flew to the side, tripping over his feet and falling to the floor.

It was at this point that I spotted the chef who hadn't turned around to look at the commotion and I raised an eyebrow in both curiosity and surprise - they must be concentrating on what they're doing.

They look kinda young though, right?

Seeing as they were cooking and that I wanted more food, I walked toward the chef. But not before the server on the floor shouted over at me.

"I'm contacting the Disciplinary Committee right this second!" he got out breathlessly, both sounding scared and slightly triumphant, "Let's see if you're still so barbaric when they arrive!" when he finished what he said, I stopped moving and felt something burst forth which was on the same level as my excitement.

The man behind me must have thought I stopped walking in fear because he laughed rather annoyingly and spoke out again.

"What? Scared?" he scoffed, "Well you should be--!" his voice was cut off by my quiet laughter, "Why are you laughing?!" his voice sounded slightly panicked.

My laughter stayed quiet in volume but when I turned my head to him he recoiled. I was confused at first but I realized I was smiling rather manically at the prospect of some people coming down here to fight me.

Seeing the utter confusion on most of the chef's faces, I decided to give them some clarity.

"I'm laughing because I'm happy. I'll gate satiate both my appetites if you call the Disciplinary Committee after I finish my food - both my appetite for violence and my appetite for food," I squinted my eyes in a slightly bloodthirsty way, "Two birds one stone, I guess?"

The man let out a rather unmanly squeak before rushing off somewhere. Presumably to get that Committee to come and sort me out.

Knowing the impending fight, I unconsciously flexed a few of my muscles, eliciting multiple cracks and pops from my bones and joints.

But that would have to wait - first, I had to get some more food.

Looking over at the chef who didn't pay any attention to the scene that had just happened, I saw what they were working with:

Meat.

Licking my lips, I knew what I needed right now was something with protein in it. Walking toward the person, I took in the unique way they were dressed - it was rather revealing, to say the least - but chose to ignore it, focusing more on the way she was cutting up a piece of meat.

When I arrived behind her, she waved me off to the side while speaking in a frustrated voice, "I thought I told you guys not to bother me," her voice, while frustrated, was still even and composed as she chopped through the meat on the chopping block in front of her in swift strikes which were actually pretty quick for a human.

Ignoring what she said, however, I just posed a question.

"Would you be the person to go to if I wanted large portions of meat to eat?" I flatly asked but the cutting, slicing, and chopping stopped and the green eyes of the blonde looked back at me.

"Yes, I would be. How much do you need?" she returned in a confident tone. But I ignored such confidence and simply questioned her back.

"How much could you realistically make before lunch is over?"

She made a thinking pose, humming while she tapped her chin with a finger.

"Hmmm...I guess I could make about 30lbs in meat with a lot of rice. Is that okay?" she raised an eyebrow at me and I just shrugged.

"Sure."

The girl just nodded before rushing off and shouting about needing 30lbs of meat and enough rice to fill a rice cooker to the brim. I just watched and smirked slightly. This is Ikumi Mito from Shokugeki no Soma. She has chin-length blonde hair with an ahoge (a piece of hair that sticks up on the top of someone's head), her skin was tanned and as mentioned before, she has green eyes.

Her face is overall very beautiful, with her lips looking juicy and soft and her eyes somehow looking both fierce and pretty at the same time. She wasn't all that tall - only around 163cm tall - but she still had...bountiful assets, to say the least.

I just stood there, waiting around as I watched her prepare the food. I did wonder why she was willing to do this but at the end of the day, it's food, and I'm grateful for it. I'm pretty sure it won't be enough to fill my stomach but it'll sustain me until I get home. That fridge in my apartment is filled with food if I remember correctly. The cupboards as well.

Before long a platter was filled with both meat and bowls of rice. Ikumi wiped some sweat off her brow before looking at me with a slight smile.

"Is this good enough?"

Nodding I gave a curt reply, "Yeah, it is," I said this and then picked up the platter. Just as I was about to turn around, I heard Ikumi speak from behind me.

"Why don't you give it a taste? You could see if it's up to your standards and also give me some feedback about my food," she asked politely, the request seeming to mean a lot to her. I turned my head to look at her discerningly. I guess that I understand why she's doing this: The anime she's from is about food and becoming an outstanding chef. So I guess that I can see why she needs feedback, but something obvious popped up in my mind and I just blurted it out.

"Does it matter?" I said in a flat voice. As I was seeing her face look shocked, I carried on, trying to explain, "It's food. As long as it gives me the energy I need...I don't care about the taste," I finished off with a shrug before waiting for her answer.

It seems that a Saiyan's straight-forward and blunt behavior is coming out of me. I guess when you change race you get all of the race, not just the good parts. My previous anger and easily annoyed demeanor are proof of this I guess.

Ikumi's face went from shock to disbelief and then to a mixture of anger and disbelief.

"Of course it matters! Food is meticulously prepared by a chef with flavor in mind! The flavor is the chef's intentions, their will to please their customer!" she blurted out in her anger before taking a few deep breathes and carrying on, "I don't think you'd understand a chef's dream - you're probably some muscle headed idiot. I, on the other hand, am the Heir to the Mito Family! Eat my cooking and you'll no doubt become addicted to it!" she taunted me, pride and arrogance practically flowing off of her.

She reminded me a bit of Vegeta when he goes on about himself being the Prince of Saiyans and how he's better than other people.

Sighing, I brought my free hand up and picked up a decent-sized piece of meat. Ignoring the boiling heat of the juices that flowed onto my hand, I lifted the piece of meat and stuffed it into my mouth. My Saiyan Physiology made everything of mine better, so my teeth were sharper and much stronger than a normal human's, allowing for me to thoroughly grind the meat down enough for me to swallow it.

Once the meat was swallowed and hit my stomach, I felt a light tingling there but other than that, nothing.

It did taste nice, however.

"It tastes nice," I started, "But even if it tastes bad, I'd still eat it. I'm hungry and I'd take quantity over quality any day."

Saying this flatly, I turned around and walked away. When I got to the door, I turned around and saw the green-eyed girl continuing to stare at me. A lost look was floating about in her eyes which caused me to roll my eyes before speaking one last thing.

"I'd appreciate if you could continue cooking this much for me whenever you can. If you can do it every day, I'd appreciate it even more, and I'd owe you one."

With this, I exited the kitchen and went on my way back to my seat in the Canteen to eat.

POV Change - Ikumi Mito

As I watched that behemoth of a man leave the kitchen, I finally took notice that the door had been pulled off its hinges.

...That couldn't have been him right...?

He did look like one of the Elite Students but still...he could've gotten more portions from the server if he was and wanted them, so I don't think he was and instead came back here through force to get himself more portions.

Which poses the question: Who is he? Why is he a General Student?

And...how come he wasn't affected by my cooking?

It was like it was an ordinary piece of food from some cheap street vendor. The thought annoyed me to no end but along with the annoyance came another thing: Determination. The thing he said last about me cooking for him when possible...I'll do it. I'll keep doing it until I get a reaction from him.

I'll show him not to look down on a chef's intention to make their meal enjoyable.

POV Change - Hayato (MC)

Walking back to my seat, I saw multiple people looking at me with weird eyes, looking between the amount of food I was carrying and me. But I ignored them for the most part. Until I sat down that is...

"Woah!" Kaori said, looking at the food, "How'd you get so much food?!" she spoke, wonder filling her voice.

Ryota scoffed a little, "Wrong question, Miyazono-chan: Why did you get so much food? There's no way you can eat that much. Even if you are a big guy."

Kousei seemed to agree with him but he still looked at me, waiting to see if I could prove him wrong. He seemed like a curious guy, so I guess he's open-minded to being proven wrong as well.

Smirking, I looked over at Ryota with a look that must have screamed 'Oh yeah?' because Ryota sent back a competitive smirk, "What? You wanna make a bet or something?"

Laughing lightly, I just nodded my head, "Sure. We'll bet our pudding cups. If I can finish this amount of food, I win, if I can't finish it by the time lunch ends, you win. Deal?" reaching out my hand, I taunted him with a confident smile and Ryota flashed his own before grabbing my hand and shaking it.

Before I could start, however, Ryota turned toward Kousei, Tsubaki and finally, Kaori.

"You guys want in on this bet as well?"

Kaori was the first to answer, pushing her pudding cup to the middle of the table before pushing mine as well, "I do! I do!" she said, bouncing up and down a little. Ryota mirrored what she did and put his pudding cup next to ours.

Tsubaki smiled before putting her cup in as well, "Sorry Tsugami-san, but I just don't think you can eat that much," she smiled gently but also with a mischievous hint to it, so I could tell she was teasing me a little.

Kousei also put in his cup, calmly smiling, "It's a safe bet to go with the majority right? I'll be betting against you, Tsugami-san."

Hearing what Kousei said, Kaori scoffed while rolling her eyes, "Yeah, you would think that, Arima," she turned her nose up at him pretending to be arrogant or condescending before carrying on, "I like to believe in underdogs. I'll be betting that Tsugami-san can eat all that food," she smiled confidently before looking over at me and playfully glaring at me, "You better not make me lose my pudding cup!" which got a laugh from the others and a slight smile from me.

Just as I was about to start digging in and show these disbelievers what a Saiyan does best, a hand landed on my shoulder and everyone else at the table went stiff.

"Hayato Tsugami. I didn't get your name this morning...it's a shame I had to find it out through my role at this school," I heard a calm, melodic voice come from behind me and I couldn't help but let out a growl of discontentment.

"Not now. I'm eating," I spat out, annoyed that I was having to wait even longer to eat despite the food being right in front of me. I felt the grip on my shoulder get even tighter, so I sent a blast of Ki to the hand, forcing the hand off with an audible popping noise, "Amou Kirukiru...Don't bother me when I'm eating."

I turned to glare at the psychotic beauty, my eyes flicking with anger and annoyance.