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The sun was setting on the island, it was nearing nighttime. Monokuma and Usami were both at each other's throats all day today again, and while that was happening, everyone else was just minding their own business, interacting with one another, having fun on this weird island.
At this point, mostly everyone was at the hotel restaurant, eating and talking to one another, all but a few. Of course, some opt’d into eating in their cottages, but there were a certain few who weren't at the restaurant at all, not even appearing once, gaining the interest of a few of their fellow classmates.
The beach, where they first arrived at, has someone drawing on a notebook they brought to the island, huffing and puffing as the beaming sun beamed down on team, resulting in them being only in their dress shirt, their tie and jacket being plopped on top of their backpack in case he forgets where it is.
He wasn’t hungry at the moment, so he decided to bypass the time by drawing his favourite anime character, Princess Piggles.
He was the only one alone—that was, until a shorter individual appeared to arrive at the beach while the other was distracted.
“Not hungry, mon cheri?~” The voice called out to him, making him jump up and look over to see it was none other than Teruteru Hanamura, The Ultimate Chef, apart of Class 77-B .
“I—I’m fine, Teru-chan… Just not hungry.” He said as he couldn’t help but crack a smile, all from seeing the chef.
“Not hungry? Well, je suis choqué! I never thought that you, Hifumi Yamada, The Ultimate Fanfic Creator of Class 78 would not want a taste of Hope’s Peak’s finest chef’s cuisine!” Hanamura said to tease Yamada before he huffed.
“W-Well! I had like…uhm… several bags of chips! And that’s all I need in my body! Hmph!” Yamada spat back, childishly crossing his arms and puffing his cheeks.
Hanamura could help but chuckle as he walks over to Yamada and cups the fanfic writer’s cheek with his hand.
“Mon amour, I know something’s wrong. You haven’t visited the kitchen or restaurant all day.” Hanamura knew his love was sad, and he had a hunch on the reason as is, “Homesick?”
Bingo.
Yamada tries to speak but stumbles on his own words before he stops, and nodded to answer Hanamura’s question.
“Oh, Hifumi~ Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve understood.”
Yamada closes the book as his cheeks were being squished by the tiny chef.
“Uh..Can yoush letsh go of my cheekshs?” He asked before the other let go. The fanfic writer lets out a soft sigh as he looks at the sea in front of them.
“Before I said yes, Fujiko came over. Y’know, she works in the states right?” Hanamura nods as he listens on, “Well, I got a call that she was visiting Japan in a month, and I told her that I won’t be here. And…..and…..” Yamada sniffles as Hanamura moves closer to him.
“She sounds so heartbroken… I—I didn’t—I didn’t mean to hurt her feelings like that.” “Oh, Hifumi…” Hanamura said as he could see the tears coming down his foggy glasses and wrapped an arm around the big guy.
“W-What did she say after that?” Hanamura asked before Yamada took off his glasses and wiped them with the bottom of his shirt before continuing.
“U-Uhm… I-...’I hope you have a fantastic time there. A-And tell Hanamura-chan, I said hi.’ If I—If I remember correctly.” He responded back as Hanamura gave him a reassuring smile.
“Yamada, listen to me. Fujiko-san was sad about that, yes, but you heard what she said. Mon amour, she wants you to enjoy yourself here. Not that many Hope’s Peak students get a chance to go on an island vacation for Summer Break!” Hanamura said to cheer Yamada up, which worked…kinda.
The fanfic creator sniffles as he chuckles and looks down at the chef standing up to put an arm around him.
“Y-You’re right…and she—she did sound happy that I was coming here, so, maybe I should enjoy myself here.” Yamada said, making Hanamura giggle, seeing his love happy once again. “Hey, Teru-chan?”
“Hmm?” The tiny chef was caught off-guard as he heard his nickname be called out. “Yes, mon cheri?”
“Uhm… Do you ever feel homesick too?” Yamada asked sincerely.
Hananmura kept quiet as he rubbed the back of his head, trying to hide the answer from the fanfic creator, but… truth be told, after a moment, a sigh escapes from his mouth and he nods.
“Yea—Yes, I did. M-May I?” He asked if he could sit down next to his lover with him patting the sand right next to him with a warm smile on his face. Hanamura sits down and crosses his legs as he watches the sunset.
“I told Momma about the trip once I got the invitation and originally, I was going to decline.”
“You were going to decline it?!” Yamada interjects.
Hanamura nods, “I was… Until, she told me that I should go. Just like Fujiko-chan—well, a bit more meaner than here as well—she just told me that I was being silly, and since my younger siblings were visiting for the month as well, she knew she was going to be alright.” He pauses for a second as he looks afar.
“Moms truly are strong.”
“So are older sisters.” Yamada said as he looked along with the chef.
The two watch the sunset before Hanamura slowly tilts his head onto the fanfic creator’s arm as it was slowly becoming night.
“Hifumi~?” The chef whispered to his boyfriend. “If you ever feel homesick again, let me know… I’ll make my mom’s best dish to help us both out.” He said as the two shared a laugh.
“I will… I’m sorry for worrying you, Teru-chan.” Yamada said after laughing, apologizing.
“No worries, I’m just happy you’re alright now, mon grand garçon hamster~” Hanamura stands up and gives him a small kiss on the cheek as the fanfic creator blushes.
“Alright. Now c’mon, the moon’s ‘bout to come and I’m hungry!” The chef said as his actual accent began to slip out a bit.
“Hey, why didn’t you eat anything before coming here?!” Yamada asked as he was befuddled.
“Well, I wasn’t gonna eat without you. I like it when we do.” The chef admits as the fanfic writer was stunned for words.
Silence filled the air, until Yamada got up and grabbed his belongings, stuffing the tie inside his pants pockets and tying his jacket around his waist before putting on his backpack and adjusting it to fit all snuggly on him.
“Well, let’s go before we have to Tsumiki Mikan-dono!” He said, which got a laugh out of the short chef.
The two make their way away from the beach, holding hands as they travel back to the restaurant.