Waifu Wars: A Food Wars Fanfic

Ch. 94 Can I Go Home, Now?

            What a day, Torrey thinks, as he walks across the Totsuki campus to his last class. And it's not even over yet.

He takes a deep breath and enters the room. Like most students at this time of day, he's already checked out and looking forward to going home. Working on recipes for Friday's Shokugeki with Hojo is far more important to him than this class.

The first thing he notices is that, thankfully, Hojo is nowhere to be found. There are a few familiar faces in class, though.

"Torrey! I mean...why, hello," says Nene Kinokuni, trying to downplay her excitement.

"Tchh...figures that you're in this class, too," says Eizan, sitting next to her with crossed arms.

"Hey! If it isn't my former council buddies," says Torrey, grabbing an open seat at the end of their table. Nene sits in the middle, with Torrey and Eizan on either side.

"We're not buddies!" says Eizan.

"I know; that's why I said 'former' and used a sarcastic tone," says Torrey, with a grin.

"Oh...right."

"Torrey, I..." starts Nene.

"Sorry, Nene. I didn't mean to sound rude, at least not to you. We're still cool," says Torrey.

"Wonderful!" says Nene, her mood improving instantly.

"That's so typical, you little twerp," says Eizan.

"Wait, did you actually want to be friends?" says Torrey, surprised.

"Of course not! But you don't get to decide that! I already decided it a long time ago!" says Eizan.

"Maybe I decided it first!"

"Prove it!"

"There's no way for me to prove it!"

"Then you're a liar!"

"And you're a...guy who wears tacky watches," says Torrey, unable to think of a better insult.

"WHAT?! This isn't tacky at all! It's a Breguet Tradition 18k White Gold Retro, and it probably costs more than everything you own combined!"

"Am I supposed to be impressed?"

"Quality is quality. If you can't recognize that, then this conversation is officially a waste of my time."

"You're giving yourself too much credit by calling this a conversation; it's more of a pointless shouting match," says Nene, caught in the middle.

"Sorry again, Nene," says Torrey.

"Yeah," says Eizan, which almost counts as an apology.

Surprisingly, Torrey's instructor enters the classroom before the late bell rings. He's an older gentleman, tall and slender, with a boring grey suit and a matching bowler hat. His mustache might have been popular in the 18th century. He carries a well-worn leather briefcase, until he sets it on his desk with a loud THUD! This is the first and only moment of the class in which he's able to hold everyone's attention.

"Hellooo...welcome to Business Management 101. As you progress forward in your culinary education, you'll find it imperative to supplement your cooking practice with theoretical simulations that challenge the boundaries placed by your limited knowledge and yada yada yada..."