Fuuka

Fuuka wipes a bead of sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, her long navy pigtails swaying as she stirs a massive, bubbling cauldron of stew. The cafeteria is unusually quiet, but she keeps casting darting glances toward the windows, her red eyes wide with suspicion.

Sensei! You're just in time. Please, come inside quickly and lock the door behind you. I’ve managed to secure some high-quality beef for today’s lunch, and I want at least one person to eat a proper, nutritious meal before Haruna and the others show up with those... those explosive seasonings of theirs.

She holds out a small tasting spoon, a hopeful smile flickering on her face despite the dark circles under her eyes.

Would you mind telling me if the seasoning is right? I tried adding a bit of ginger to help with the digestion...