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A Helping Hand

The arena still buzzed with leftover adrenaline.

It had been an intense food war.

Not between them — but both Alice Nakiri and Ryo Kurokiba had competed in separate rounds back-to-back.

Heat. Pressure. Pride.

Everything still lingered in the air like steam from a finished dish.

Alice leaned against a prep counter backstage, catching her breath. Her collar was loosened, platinum strands sticking slightly to her temple.

“…That was ridiculous,” she murmured, half laughing. “Did you see the judge’s face when the nitrogen fog hit?”

Ryo set down a tray with a quiet clatter.

“Yea. Thought he was gonna faint.”

She smirked.

“He should thank me. I gave him a memorable experience.”

“You always do.”

There was no sarcasm in his voice.

Just simple fact.

Alice blinked slightly at that.

Before she could respond, a loose strand of hair slipped fully across her face.

It clung there, damp with sweat.

She went to brush it away—

But Ryo moved first.

His hand came up.

Careful.

Rough fingertips unexpectedly gentle as he tucked the strand behind her ear.

Time seemed to… stop.

Alice went completely still.

Her breath caught.

Her eyes lifted slowly to meet his.

A blush began to bloom across her cheeks, spreading in a way she couldn’t control.

Ryo froze too.

He hadn’t thought.

Hadn’t planned.

He’d just… done it.

Now he was suddenly very aware of how close they were.

How warm her skin felt under his touch.

How wide her eyes had gone.

“…What?” he muttered, defensive reflex kicking in.

Alice didn’t answer.

She was still staring.

Which somehow made it worse.

The tension stretched thin between them — fragile and electric.

Students laughed somewhere down the hall.

A pan clanged.

Reality crept back in.

Alice cleared her throat.

Very primly.

“…Thank you.”

Her voice sounded unusually small.

Ryo dropped his hand like he’d been burned.

“Tch. It was in the way.”

“Obviously.”

Silence again.

Both suddenly fascinated by literally anything that wasn’t each other.

Then—

Alice clapped her hands together brightly.

Too brightly.

“Well! That was fun!”

Ryo blinked.

“…You almost passed out.”

“I did not.”

“You swayed.”

“I was being dramatic.”

“You were being dehydrated.”

She scoffed loudly.

“There you go again, trying to ruin my mystique.”

“There was never mystique.”

“Rude.”

But the familiar rhythm had returned.

Teasing. Arguing. Safe territory.

Alice grabbed her notebook and started walking.

“Come on,” she said, flipping her hair like nothing had happened. “We need to write down what we learned before you forget everything.”

“I don’t forget,” he shot back, falling into step beside her.

Neither of them mentioned the moment again.

Not out loud.

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Growth Spurt

The late afternoon sun stretched long across the middle school courtyard, warming the stone paths and painting everything gold.

Students were packing up, laughter echoing as they hurried toward freedom.

Alice Nakiri stood near the gates, adjusting the ribbon on her uniform and scanning the crowd with clear impatience.

“He said he’d be here…”

Then she saw him.

Her eyes widened.

“…Ryo?”

Ryo Kurokiba paused mid-step when he noticed her staring.

“What?”

Alice blinked.

Then blinked again.

“…Wow.”

“What wow?”

“You’re so much taller now!”

She stepped closer, tilting her head back dramatically as if assessing a towering monument.

It was true.

Over the past few months, Ryo had shot up like a weed. He was now easily a head and a half taller than her, his shoulders broader, his presence somehow heavier even when he was just standing there awkwardly with his bag slung over one arm.

“Yea,” he muttered. “Guess I am.”

Alice placed her hands firmly on her hips.

“Hmph. At least I’ll still be the older one.”

There was unmistakable triumph in her voice.

Ryo chuckled under his breath.

“Sure.”

She narrowed her eyes at him.

“Don’t ‘sure’ me. Respect your seniors.”

“You’re fourteen.”

“And you’re thirteen,” she shot back instantly.

“That doesn’t make you wise.”

“It makes me experienced.”

“That’s not how that works.”

Alice huffed.

Then suddenly stepped right into his space.

He stiffened slightly.

“You know,” she said thoughtfully, “this might be inconvenient.”

“How?”

“Well now I have to look up at you when I give orders.”

“You don’t give orders.”

She gasped in mock offense.

“I absolutely do.”

Ryo shook his head, faint amusement tugging at his mouth.

Some things hadn’t changed at all.

Alice studied him for another moment — something softer creeping into her expression now.

The height. The sharper lines of his face. The way he seemed to take up more room in the world without even trying.

Time was moving.

They were growing.

It felt… strange.

Then, without warning, she threw her arms around him.

Her cheek pressed against his chest, one foot lifting lightly off the ground in an absent, happy little kick.

“You’re still my Ryo,” she declared with a bright smile.

Ryo froze.

Completely.

His brain stalled somewhere between confusion and awareness.

She felt smaller like this.

Warmer.

Familiar in a way that made his chest feel tight for reasons he couldn’t name yet.

His left hand hovered awkwardly in the air.

Should he…?

Was this… normal?

Alice didn’t seem to question it at all.

She was just hugging him like she always had.

After a moment, he exhaled quietly.

Then wrapped his arms around her.

Carefully.

Like he was still figuring out how strong he had become.

“…Yea,” he muttered.

Still yours.

He didn’t say it out loud.

But somehow she seemed to understand anyway.

Because she just smiled wider against him, perfectly content.

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A Day Out.

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Ryo watched her from across the room, arms folded, expression calm but eyes warm in a way only she ever got to see.

Alice glanced up at him, then back at her hand. A smile curved onto her lips, slow and fond. “Mrs. Nakiri-Kurokiba,” she said thoughtfully, testing the words like a new flavor. She looked up at him again, eyes bright. “That sounds really good, huh?”

Ryo crossed the room in a few quiet steps. He wrapped his right arm around her shoulders, pulling her easily into his side, and with his left hand, he reached for hers— together like they had done a thousand times before, only now it felt heavier, steadier.

“It sounds perfect,” he replied simply.

Alice leaned into him, resting her head against his chest. She laughed softly, the kind of laugh that came from deep contentment. “We really did it,” she murmured. “From that old pub… to this.”

Ryo looked down at her, thumb brushing over her knuckles where the ring sat. “We always said we were a team.”

Alice tilted her head back to meet his eyes. “Still are.”

“More than ever,” Ryo said.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. They didn’t need to. The silence was full—of shared kitchens, food wars, late nights, storms weathered, and promises kept.

Alice squeezed his hand. “I like being your wife.”

Ryo’s lips curved into a rare, soft smile. “I like being your husband.”

And just like that, it felt exactly right.

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I’m so happy to see these two cooking genius babies again after a very looooong time :’D

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Central Arc really gives me life. How can I not ship these two genius babies? Ryou was having rough times during Staigiare Arc, then Alice called and told him not to give up for their own sake. Her encouragement to him is so heartwarming. Even if their relationship is nothing more than master and aide, they deeply trust and care for each other :’)))))

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The sun dipped low over Totsuki Academy, casting long shadows across the paths as students headed out in clusters, voices fading into the evening air. Ryo walked ahead, calm as ever, stride steady and unhurried.

Behind him, Alice spotted her target and immediately went quiet.

She slowed her steps, deliberately light, though she wasn’t nearly as stealthy as she thought. Ryo heard her. Still, he didn’t turn around. He let it happen.

Alice closed the distance and suddenly lunged forward, arms slipping around Ryo’s waist from behind.

“Surprise! It’s me!” she chimed, hugging him tight. “How was your day?”

Ryo stiffened for half a second before relaxing, a smirk tugging at his lips. He glanced down at her arms wrapped around him.

“Great,” he said simply.

“Yay,” Alice replied, satisfied, resting her chin briefly against his arm before letting go and stepping around to walk beside him.

They fell into step together, close without trying.

“What about yours?” Ryo asked.

“Oh, excellent,” Alice said proudly. “I crushed my practical, annoyed three people, and didn’t burn anything.”

Ryo scoffed softly. “Impressive restraint.”

She laughed, bumping her shoulder into his. “I try.”

They continued down the path, the warmth of that brief hug lingering between them as the academy faded behind—another ordinary day, made better just by being together. Story courtesy of ChatGPT

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The street festival was loud.

Too loud.

Ryo hated crowds—too many people, too many places for someone to disappear. And Alice had been right next to him. He was certain of it.

Then she wasn’t.

Ryo stopped walking so suddenly someone bumped into his shoulder. He ignored it, sharp eyes scanning the stalls, the lanterns, the moving mass of bodies.

“…Alice,” he muttered.

No answer.

His chest tightened.

He pushed through the crowd, heart pounding harder with every second that passed. He checked behind food stalls, near game booths, even peered down side streets that looked darker and quieter.

Idiot, he scolded himself. Should’ve kept hold of her.

Then he spotted familiar platinum-blonde hair near a small stand selling candy apples.

Alice was standing on her tiptoes, completely absorbed.

Relief hit him so hard his knees almost buckled.

He marched up behind her and grabbed her wrist.

“Alice.”

She jumped.

“Ryo!” she squeaked, spinning around. Her smile vanished when she saw his face. “…Oh.”

Ryo loomed over her, jaw tight. He raised his hand, fingers poised.

Alice winced and squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself.

“…I’m sorry,” she said quickly. “I didn’t mean to wander off.”

Ryo flicked—

—or, almost did.

Instead, he tapped her forehead lightly.

“Don’t wander off like that again,” he said, voice low but controlled.

Alice blinked, surprised.

“Yes,” she said softly, nodding.

Ryo paused, then smirked.

“You think I was actually gonna flick you?” he scoffed, shaking his head. “I’m not that mean.”

Alice sniffled, then laughed.

Ryo turned and jerked his head toward the path ahead. “Come on.”

She hurried to his side without hesitation, grabbing the edge of his sleeve this time.

Ryo let her.

And this time, he made sure she stayed right where he could see her.

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A Rainy Day

The sky had been perfectly clear when they’d left Totsuki.

Alice was in the middle of talking—something animated, her hands moving as she walked beside Ryo—when the first cold drop hit her nose.

She blinked. Then another drop splashed against the pavement.

“…Oh,” Alice said, looking up just in time for the clouds to open up completely.

Rain came down hard and fast, soaking the path within seconds.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Alice groaned, laughing as she tried—uselessly—to shield her hair with her hands. “I just washed this.”

Ryo clicked his tongue. “Tch. Of course.”

They both froze for half a second.

No umbrella.

Ryo didn’t hesitate.

He shrugged out of his blazer in one swift motion and stepped closer, lifting it above both of them like a makeshift roof. He angled his body slightly, taking the brunt of the rain on his back.

“Hey—Ryo!” Alice protested. “You’ll get soaked!”

“Already am,” he muttered, adjusting his grip. “Move closer.”

Alice did—instinctively—before she even realized how close closer actually was.

Their shoulders brushed. Her arm pressed lightly against his side. She could feel his warmth through the damp fabric of his uniform, smell rain and soap and something unmistakably him.

The world narrowed to the sound of rain and the quiet rhythm of their footsteps.

“…Thank you,” Alice said softly, peeking up at him from under the blazer. She smiled—small, sincere, a little shy.

Ryo glanced down at her for half a second before looking away again. “Ya ya. Don’t make a big deal out of it.”

Alice giggled. “You’re terrible at accepting gratitude, you know.”

“Mm,” he grunted. “Survived worse than rain.”

They kept walking.

The blazer sagged slightly with water, and Ryo shifted it again, unconsciously pulling Alice just a fraction closer to keep her dry. Neither of them commented on it.

Alice’s heart was doing something very unhelpful.

Why is this… different? she thought, staring at the pavement far too intently. It’s just Ryo. Just rain. Just—

She became acutely aware of how his arm was raised above her, how careful he was not to bump her, how his steps matched hers without thinking.

Ryo, meanwhile, was doing his best not to acknowledge the way her sleeve brushed his wrist, or how easy it would be to look down and meet her eyes.

Don’t think about it, he told himself. Just get her home.

Rain splashed around them, shoes soaked, hair damp, uniform clinging uncomfortably.

And yet… neither of them hurried.

When the Nakiri estate finally came into view, Alice glanced up at him again, rainwater catching in her lashes.

“You’re really nice, you know that?” she said gently.

Ryo scoffed, a little too fast. “Don’t spread lies.”

Alice laughed, warm and bright despite the rain. “Too late.”

They stopped at the gates, both of them a little wet, a little breathless, standing far closer than strictly necessary.

For a moment, neither moved.

Then Ryo lowered the blazer and stepped back, clearing his throat. “Go inside. You’ll catch a cold.”

Alice nodded, still smiling. “You too. Get in here.”

She turned, then paused. “Ryo?”

“Yeah?”

“…Thanks. Really.”

This time, he didn’t brush it off.

He just gave a small nod, eyes soft. “Anytime.”

Alice went inside, heart fluttering.

Ryo stood in the rain a second longer than needed, staring after her, blazer dripping in his hands before stepping inside.

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