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INTRO: THE START OF OUR STORY

What does it mean to live?
Am I really alive or am I bounded puppet?
Imprisoned by fate, caged and bounded.
A princess awaiting her prince who she has yet to meet.

Or die a lonely death…

“Onee-san, are you alright? You seemed immersed in your thoughts lately,” a warm voice shook you out of your thoughts. You glanced over to the person – hands upon your own, squeezing them reassuringly – who has worried written on her face.

A small smile grazed your lips, a hand reaching out to cup her cheek gently before tucking some the blonde locks behind her ear. Giving an affectionate peck on her forehead, causing the female to blush at the gesture.

“I’m alright. Please don’t worry about me, my dear sister…. Erina,” you tried to soothe her. As confident and collected as she was around the others, she still had a soft spot for you. It was adorable to see that side of her that she only showed to you – occasionally around Alice and Hisako.

“It’s almost tea time. I baked some biscuits earlier, shall we go and eat it together? Possibly with pu-erh tea?” you suggested, wanting your sister to relax herself after the load of work she did earlier.

Erina was precious to you – not just a sibling – she was the sole reason that you still lived on. The only hope that you clung on. You took on cooking because on her. The cuts and bruises on your hands, the sleepless nights, the excruciating techniques you had to remember.

All of your cooking – it was dedicated to her.

Seeing Erina happy was enough to make you happy even if it hurts you. You’d protect her.

Even if it were to kill you.

Erina broke into a soft smile before she gave a nod, to which you return it with your own. Both of you made your way back to your mansion with her. She began telling you how her day went as you walk when a certain topic piqued your interest.

“You should’ve been there to see it, Onee-san! A disgrace to our scared place! Someone like him could never graduate from our school – No! He isn’t eligible enough to enter Totsuki!” Erina vented out to you. You tried your best to imagine the said person but it was to no avail as you let out a sheepish laugh.

“He couldn’t be that bad, could he… That guy.. Um.. Yukiho?” you tried to recall back the name that was mentioned in the tantrum that your sister threw.

“Yukihira Soma,” Erina spat out in disgust as he clenches her fist.

“Though, don’t worry about him Onee-san, he’ll never get into this school,” she said it with confidence, a smug grin visibly plastered on her face.

You let out another small chuckle before turning towards the windows on your right, looking out at the view of the setting sun. You couldn’t help but wish that you could meet such person upfront. Pride in one self’s cooking, something that you never had given thoughts to. You caught glimpse of a person sitting at the field but didn’t think too much of it. Though, you could remember one thing about him.

His dark-red hair that shone as they sunlight bounced off the spiky tuffs of his hair. Just like..

A red string of fate.

That was the day where your story began.