Anju POV
As I continue to read the information presented on the piece of paper, I sighed lovingly as I recalled the day when I first met Akanegakubo-sama.
The leaves rustled with every breeze of wind that came along, every step that I took was accompanied by the sound of nature whistling along to my hum. The gentle breeze lightly kissed my flushed cheeks, making my mood soar even higher. It was a perfect day.
School had just ended and as per usual, Onii-sama and I made our way to the school gate to get fetched back to our mansion. Linking my hands with Onii-sama's I leaned closely to him as I continued to hum a tune unfamiliar to me. I was just so happy to have been invited as a taste judge for the opening event of a pastry restaurant!
Though I would normally take notice of the envious glares directed at me by Onii-sama's fans, I was oblivious to anything else other than the cakes awaiting me at the restaurant.
That was two years ago, when I was still a 1st grader, and when Onii-sama and Akanegakubo-sama were 3rd graders.
The first thing I noticed when I alighted from the car was a sweet fragrance.
As if beckoning me, the sweet fragrance of the Lemon Strawberry Cake entered my nostrils, making me pause in my footsteps.
Without even trying out the cake, I have already given it a passing grade!
My footsteps hastened unconsciously, and without me knowing, my hands were already gripping the handles to the restaurant's door.
I entered the restaurant hurriedly, Onii-sama right behind me in my haste. Immediately, the two of us were guided to our respective seats as judges, and though the chiefs weren't even on stage yet, I was already fidgeting at seat.
"Calm down, Anju," came Onii-sama's whisper as he patted my head slowly, making me melt into goo.
Comparing Onii-sama's hands now and from before, he has really grown up and mature. Although we didn't have much difference in our hand sizes before, the differences of Onii-sama's and my hand sizes was as clear as day now.
But I digress.
I promptly sent a grateful smile to my brother as I closed my eyes and waited for the desserts to arrive.
Due to confidentiality, the chefs weren't named, and so we had no way of knowing who's cooking we would be savouring that day.
After an hour or so, when the food was finally served...
.'.'.'.
"Who was the person who had made the last piece of dessert?" I inquired in shock, hands freezing in mid-air as I stared at the piece of cake in amazement.
"Ah- Miss, you can't just barge into the kitchens-" With a silent glare sent in his way, the waiter zipped his pretty mouth and kept silent.
Number one priority is to never go against a customer's wish. Especially not a member of the Tsukasa family.
"She's named AkanegakuboMomo, Miss." The head chef greeted me as I walked passed him, and in return, I gave him a smile and nod.
"Akanegakubo Momo..." My eyes shined with the knowledge of knowing her name, and within seconds, I realised that there was a 'Akanegakubo Momo' in the school.
Gasping as I turned by the corner, my eyes landed on a purple mop of hair.
Studying her features as she continued to bake a cake without any interruptions, I smiled to myself as I filed in her profile for future uses.
"I'll be looking out for you, Akanegakubo-sama."
These words unknowingly left my lips.
.'.'.
And that was how I had met Akanegakubo-sama... no matter how one-sided it was.
Even if she doesn't know I exist, as long as I could view upon her magnificent form when she bakes, I am satisfied.
"Tsukasa-san? Tsukasa-san? You are being called by the teacher." I felt a poke on my shoulders and quickly processed whatever that had been directed at me.
"x= 9, sir."
"Huh? O-Oh, yes. Good job."
He probably thought I wasn't listening to his class. And in truth, I really wasn't listening. But really, I had already learnt this part of the textbook from my private tutor. It was easy to remember the answer when it's the hardest question that chapter.
This teacher love to pick on me, doesn't he?
Rather than that, I had a girl to thank.
"Oh! No, it's no problem. After all, friends look out for each other right?"
I nodded my head at that, head still filled with Akanegakubo-sama.
.'.'.'.
2 years ago. Akanegakubo Momo's POV
It was a fine day. A really fine day, with me in the kitchens, finishing the leftovers of the Lemon Strawberry Cake I had baked for our guest.
It was a fine day.
Until that girl came in, barging into the kitchens.
"Who was the person who had made the last piece of dessert?" she demanded, blue eyes shining brightly with curiosity.
Last piece of dessert?
That would be the cake I had baked, wouldn't it?
Does she have any problem with it?
My eyes wandered over to the corner, discreetly planning to look at the person who had demanded for my name.
What I expect was a childish child to come over, demanding for another piece of cake.
What I did not expect was a girl-no, lady, full of grace as she marched near my workplace, eyes gleaming like an aquamarine.
Looking into her eyes made me flinch inwardly. Never had I seen such an expectant eyes in my life.
What was she expecting? I found myself being curious of that.
Her wavy long hair swayed with every step she took, a simple blue hair band as her only accessory. Neither too plain nor too extravagant.
Clad in a uniform I'm too familiar too(She's from my school?), I could surely say- She look like an angelic lady.
My hands continued to work as I discreetly stared at the cute-no, pretty girl who was staring at my hands.
"I'll be looking out for you, Akanegakubo-sama."
Hearing that made me hesitate for a moment.
She will be looking out for me?
When I turned around to glare at the girl who had the nerve to challenge me, she was gone.
Only after the whole event did I know that I had been complimented of my baking skills.
Somehow, it brought me a sweet feeling from inside.
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End of chapter
-I have no Idea what Momo's personality is like. Haughty? Yes. But we still don't know how her mind works, so when her personality is revealed to us, let's hope I didn't make her too OOC.-
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