Work Text:
This story starts even before either Shokugeki no Souma or Sailor Moon even began. We take readers back to the time before Ami's parents were divorced where the Mizuno family was still intact and on their final summer vacation as a family unit.
“Welcome to Trattoria Aldini.” the Italian restaurant's owner heard the door of his restaurant open.
“It's been a long while, Senpai.” Mizuno Suiiro greeted his university senior.
“Yo, Suiiro.” the restaurant's head chef poked his head out of the kitchen. Wiping his hands clean, he exited his workplace to greet his junior. “Takumi, Isami, stop whatever you're doing and come out.”
“Okay.” the two five-year-old twins chorused and followed their father out.
“Senpai, my wife, Saeko.” Suiiro introduced his family. “And my daughter.” he nudged Ami out from behind him. “Ami.”
“Hello.” Ami stepped out from behind her father's legs.
The first thing that caught Takumi's attention was the shock of dark blue, almost black hair on the girl's head. The next were her eyes which was probably a shade or two darker than his own. An elbow nudge from Isami shook the elder sibling from his thoughts. “Piacere.” the blond took a step forward, lifted Ami's palm and placed a faint kiss on her middle finger.
“Likewise.” Ami nodded.
“Takumi, Isami, kindly get our guests a table and a menu.” the twins' father instructed.
“Sì.” Isami took the lead. “This way. Nii-san, you're staring.” the younger brother whispered.
“Tou-san,” Takumi looked at his father. “Is it alright for me to handle the risotto?”
“The daughter's dish?” the elder Aldini turned to his elder son. “Is there a reason why?”
“The girl...” Takumi started. “She looks sad.”
“Nii-san just had his first crush.” Isami teased from his place by the chopping block.
“Isami!” Takumi protested, his blushing cheeks speaking the contrary.
“So, that's how it is.” the head chef chuckled. “Go right ahead, Takumi.” he gave his elder son the go-ahead.
Success! Takumi snuck a peek from the kitchen, mentally cheering when he saw the utterly satisfied smile on Ami's face after she took the first bite of her seafood risotto.
“Tou-san, kaa-san, I've decided.” Ami informed her parents on their way back to their hotel. “When we return to Japan, please let me work at Auntie Tadokoro's ryokan during the summer and winter holidays.”
“May I know why?” Saeko asked her daughter.
“I want to learn how to make the best wagashi.” Ami replied determinedly.