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thatanimewriter · 10 months

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HOMEMADE HUGS.

➳ request: Can i make a request? I want Soma, Ryou, Akira, Alice, and Eishi (from the anime food wars) with a S/O who is neutral to fancy food or anything that is the opposite of homemade food because for them homemade food is just the best for them. It’s like they don’t the food to be like the best they just want the food to be made with love and thoughtfulness. apologize if this is too much for you to ask

➳ character/s: yukihira soma, kurokiba ryo, hayama akira, nakiri alice, tsukasa eishi

➳ warnings: swearing, hayama being homeless and orphaned as a kid, marriage fever (soma)

➳ notes: food wars is love, food wars is life, people should get over the weird foodgasms so they can actually watch art ._. (also soma is my ideal man, when can i find one-)

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

── 𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐀.

talk your shit

he'll get you a megaphone to say it again

he agrees with you 100%

now you have to marry him btw :))

constantly trying out any new yukihira diner recipes on you

he may be at totsuki, but he still wants to take over the diner and make happiness affordable and memorable

you don't need fancy shit to bring people joy >:((

he also drags you to tons of festivals n markets to try the street food and festival food

if unhealthy, why taste good??

screaming if you ever make him something homemade

and he will scoff that shit down

he gets sick of fancy food too, so he's more than happy to have your homemade things in between classes

constantly leaning over your shoulder at the dorms to see what you're making

always licks the bowl if it's a cake or something

personal dish washer

will make you a yukihira diner dish in bento form every time you have to be away for something

comfort food and a movie at least twice a week

jokingly calls you 'wifey' regardless of gender because he's determined you'll get married for the homemade food thing

joichiro approves-

── 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐁𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐎.

a lowkey judgmental squint at you

-.-

he's unsure if he agrees with you

but he's never gonna say no to trying anything homemade that you offer him

will give you the hum of approval every time

maybe he's starting to see your point-

you're not always the one making him homemade food though

sometimes he comes to you to go on a cute little picnic date and has made you a special dish from denmark to share with you

will just listen to you talk while he eats and occasionally pitches in

don't challenge him too much though, because if you make a joke that your homemade food is better, you're in for it

can you have a shokugeki with 'peasant food'??

alice's words, not yours-

he's not very open with emotions but you can tell from the little smile he's suppressing that he feels loved when he eats homemade food

and it also lets him relax after classes and outside of trying to destroy soma

he gets to make cute and quaint dishes for you and not stress about the quality of the dish

n he gets to see that smile of yours :))

not that he'd ever admit that-

but like soma, he's hovering over you while you cook

probably snacking on the leftovers

── 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀 𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐀.

ask and you shall receive

he has probably never had a homemade meal before-

and homemade meals are now your love languages

also probably cried when you first made him something homemade

just a couple snivels and tears

that's also when he first fell in love but you won't catch him saying that to anyone else

makes you a lot of indian street food to connect more with his culture and introduce you if you're not already familiar

always makes you something if you feel upset or down

and it's always very urgent??

he's a very attentive lover

he hears you're upset and he's speed running a lil curry n naan for you and he's COMING OVER RIGHT NOW-

y'all always make lunch for each other because if you're not with each other, you feel the love you have for each other either way

and if you have lunch together, compliments (and kisses) to the chef

unlike the others, who snack on whatever is leftover while you cook for them

hayama feeds you your leftovers

gently feeding a lil carrot stick to you ;v;

he made his own spice blend that he thinks encapsulates you as a person and you definitely can't find that in stores-

people have asked him what the spice is called

n he just called it by your name

── 𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄.

she doesn't get it-

homemade food isn't as exquisite???

what are you on??

this is entirely because her parents are elitists and she never got HOMEmade food

got professional food only

and she doesn't know what homemade food actually tastes like

and that's kinda dumb tbh-

how does one survive without a lovingly made dish??

loving the cooking is different to making something BECAUSE you love them

so now it's your mission to convert her :))

it didn't take very long, you gave her breakfast in bed and she was sold

now she knows what love actually feels like and this is a pivotal moment

to be fair though

she can't really replicate homemade cooking for a while

because she never got taught and she can't get the strict training out of her system

how do you make molecular gastronomy homey??

it's fine, you'll just have to teach her

bonding time in the kitchen

she'll get the hang of it eventually, but for now she's fine with just having you cook loving meals for her

── 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐀 𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈.

somehow it's more nerve wracking making a homemade dish than a fancy one

because you like homemade things more ;v;

and he doesn't want to disappoint you

also probably doesn't know how to make a homemade meal-

are you sure you can't just treat him??

he's baby

he can't handle this shit :((

gladly takes homemade food from you though

but he wants cuddles while he eats your cooking

will also learn to make more homemade things and let go of the reins a little bit with PRESTIGE

probably also cried when he first tried your cooking

and this is lowkey what he wishes totsuki was

less stressful, more time with you, no more panic attacks-

the first time he ever gave you a homemade meal he was sweating bullets and shaking like crazy

but he got rewards, so now he does it all the time

kisses

"you could just ask for a kiss, you know."

"...'s so embarrassing..."

you now know a homemade meal means he wants kisses

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full---ofstarlight · 1 year

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How does this work?

Ryo is gay, but he's straight for me, and he's gay for Hayama, and Hayama's really gay for Ryo. And I hate Hayama.

#food wars #shokugeki no soma #alice nakiri #ryo kurokiba #hayama akira #alice x ryo x hayama #DOES THIS SHIP EVEN HAVE A NAME???#idk man #this is just the vibe im getting #white coat trio

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lexsssu · 1 year

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Happiness (Hayama Akira)

Flufftober Day 29

TAGS: Akira/F!Reader

“And that person’s name is…”

He didn’t know what happiness was before he met you.

As a street urchin with no name and no family, his prospects in life were as deep as the void itself. Every day was a new struggle, another question of whether or not he’ll live to see tomorrow.

“Thank you for saving me!”

His heart seized when those words left your lips, his hand instinctively clutching his left wrist where the very same words were engraved upon his skin for as long as he can remember.

You…are his soulmate.

He would sometimes dream of how he would meet his destined other half as a way to occupy his mind away from the dark thoughts that normally festered.

Would she be disgusted knowing that her soulmate was a mere street rat? Would she look at him with scorn and pretend that the words which bound them together didn’t even exist?

“...Akira, because you look so much better with a bright smile on your face! Is that okay with you, Akira?”

You saw something in him even as he stood there, dirty, bruised, and half-starved. You saw him for his true worth.

From the moment you reached your hand out to his, you gave his once meaningless life a purpose. You are the light that dragged him out of the darkness.

And you are now the reason he must and will win.

“...Hayama Akira!”

As confetti fell and the crowds went wild, Akira’s eyes were only trained upon you as you rushed from the stands and down to the stage. He could smell happiness radiating off of you in waves, the scent of warm sunshine, and the sweetness of sugar.

When you jumped instead of taking the last few steps toward him, the new champion naturally caught you in his arms, one arm wrapping around your waist while the other cradled the back of your head.

“ ...Thank you. ”

#lexsssu writes #shokugeki no souma #hayama akira #hayama akira x reader #shokugeki no souma x reader #shokugeki no souma reader insert #x reader #reader insert #reader fic #flufftober 2022 #crossposted on ao3

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incorrectshokugekinosoma · 2 years

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Takumi: Souma kissed me!

Megumi: Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!

Takumi: It was unbelievable!

Megumi: Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!

Alice: Okay, we wanna hear everything. Megumi, get the wine and unplug the phone. Takumi, does this end well or do we need tissues?

Takumi: Oh, it ended very well.

Megumi: Do not start without me! Do not start without me!

Alice: Okay, alright, let’s hear about the kiss. Was it a soft brush against your lips or was it like a, you know, “I gotta have you now” kind of thing?

Takumi: Well, at first it was really intense, you know? And then, oh God, and then we just sort of sunk into it.

Megumi: Ohh... So, okay, was he holding you? Or were his hands on your back?

Takumi: First they started out on my waist and then they slid up and then they were in my hair.

Megumi and Alice: Ohhh.

*meanwhile*

Souma: And, uh, and then I kissed him.

Akira: Tongue?

Souma: Yeah.

Ryou: Cool.

#shokugeki no soma #incorrect quotes #sns #food wars #takumi aldini #yukihira souma #tadokoro megumi #nakiri alice #soutaku #souma x takumi #kurokiba ryou #hayama akira #92nd generation

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starsaver94 · 7 months

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I'm glad that you're feeling a bit better! Hope the rest of your day goes well. May I please request a matchup for Food Wars and Hetalia? (If I'm only allowed one, then Food Wars, please!) My pronouns are she/her and I'm straight.

Appearance: long wavy auburn hair and my eyes are more of a honey brown. I always wear round glasses. I'm pale with freckles on my cheeks and nose. 5’9, more of an hourglass shape and have a bit of muscle.

Personality: INFJ, 1w9, leo, Ravenclaw. I unintentionally come off as intimidating, although I'm a very gentle person. Since I'm a bit reserved, I take a long time to open up to others. I'm adventurous and have completed a dream of mine - living/working in a country that doesn't speak my language. I'd consider myself to be witty with a sarcastic sense of humor, as well as conscientious and clumsy. I can get easily flustered. Despite possibly having described myself as uptight, I often go with the flow to show I'm lighthearted. I really enjoy having me time but like being with those close to me from time to time. I'd also see myself as encouraging and supportive. Boredom isn’t something that I really experience, as I can easily entertain myself. I spend lots of time reflecting, trying to understand myself and others.

Hobbies/Interests: I enjoy writing short horror stories, listening to music, singing, reading, and practicing languages the most. In terms of exercise, I love doing yoga, dancing, going on hikes, exploring my surroundings (It involves lots of walking so it totally counts as exercise, right?). The vast majority of TV shows and movies I enjoy relate to the occult, Victorian history, and animation. Being an avid horror fan, animated movies are for sure a guilty pleasure of mine. Coco is 10/10 for a good cry. Genealogy, demonology, and biology are deep loves of mine, too. Not sure how weird this may come across, but I have a deep fascination with death and thoroughly enjoy delving into topics on it, especially the afterlife. It’s not as important for me to have the other person agree as it is to explore the unknown with them.

Favorite Color: purple, but I mostly wear black and white.

Favorite Food: practically anything, I’m not picky. Though, my favorite drink is hot chocolate.

Thank you so much in advance! Have a lovely day/night ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)

For Food Wars: I pair you with...

Akira Hayama!

This charmer made sure not to rush you out of your shell before you got together.

He often shows interest in your writing and will listen to any finished drafts of your stories.

He will practice yoga with you and will sometimes have Jun join in if she has free time.

Of course he cooks for you!

He'll even share his knowledge of different spices!

He makes amazing hot chocolate (the secret is a small dash of cinnamon)!

For Hetalia: I pair you with...

Spain!

He got really excited when he found out that you liked to learn new languages!

So, of course, this means free Spanish lessons.

He'll watch horror films with you, though he does get a bit jumpy afterwards.

He teaches you traditional Spanish dances.

And he'll secretly use both the dance and language lessons to flirt with you.

Walks around the town are almost weekly!

#author answers #star answers #food wars matchup #akira hayama #food wars akira #hetalia matchup #spain hetalia #hayama akira

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the-most-useless-lesbian · 1 year

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Akira Hayama from Food Wars • art by pixiv user 3208863 • original post here

#akira hayama #hayama akira #food wars #shoukugeki no soma #shokugeki no soma #bishonen #spice boy

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imaginebeautifulworlds · 1 year

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Food Wars

Aldini Ismai Aldini Takumi Arato Hisako

Living for Myself (coming soon)

Summary: You've watched Hisako from a far for far too long, you see her talent and her worth. You see someone who should stand next to Nakiri Erina not behind her. When Yukihira Soma tells this to Hisako, you decide to take this opportunity to get close to her.

Hayama Akira

Spices and Love (coming soon)

Summary: The last thing you expected was seeing your boyfriend next to the students belonging to Central, and then the sadness that filled your heart when both of you locked eyes.

Isshiki Satoshi

Aprons and Chocolates (coming soon)

Summary: Being part of the 92nd generation and living at the Polar Star Dormitory, you're bound to encounter with Isshiki, and what a surprise when you saw him only wearing an apron.

Kinokuni Nene Kurokiba Ryo

Being First (coming soon)

Summary: Alice is your friend. Ryo is your boyfriend. Alice is Ryo's friend (servant). Ryo is Alice's friend (master). Where do you stand in Ryo's life?

Mito Ikumi Nakiri Alice Nakiri Asahi

You're Siblings (coming soon)

Summary: Since you set foot on the new teacher's room you sensed something wrong coming from him. The last thing gu expected was for the teacher to be Erina's, one of your best friends, brother.

Nakiri Erina Shinomiya Kojiro

Recipes and Love (coming soon)

Summary: You're a very famous cutthroat food critic under the name Idolin, who nobody knows how it looks like. Strolling through a French market, you find a man holding a veggie that looks fine but to the trained eye it's definitely not good, therefore you tell the man but ended up offending him. To prove you wrong he invites you to his restaurant, with the purpose of serving you a dish with the very same veggie.

Tadokoro Megumi Terunori Kuga Tsukasa Eishi

Changes Make Us Stronger (coming soon)

Summary: You meet Eishi and Rindo in the last year of Totsuki's middle school on your first day of school as the new girl. In your first class you're partnered up with Eishi and immediately felt a connection with him.

Yukihira Joichiro

Feelings...Again (coming soon)

Summary: Tasting the food from your students at the Polar Star Dormitory was something you truly enjoy, the last thing you expected was to fall for the father of one of your favorite students.

Yukihira Soma

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justminawrites · 10 months

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Eremophobia

AO3

Summary: The fear of being isolated, lonely, or alone. Five times Hayama Akira asked someone to stay, and the one time he didn’t need to.

“Don’t go.”

Hayama was 19 when Shiomi Jun looked up from the unzipped suitcase and gave him a half-hearted smile, even though he couldn’t see it. He knew it would happen eventually, he just hadn’t expected it to be so soon. He thought he’d have more time. I’ll only be gone two months, Akira-kun, she’d promised. Two months of sun and sand and Greece, and she’d be back before he even had time to miss her. He knew she was lying, he didn’t even need to open his eyes to notice her torn cuticles or the slightly white pallor of her skin; she didn’t intend on coming home for a long while. She wouldn’t tell him why.

Jun put down the shirt and walked over to hug him; he returned the embrace without getting up from his place on the bed. It’s okay, she whispered soothingly petting his hair as he let himself cry into her sweater until dawn. It’s going to be okay.

By the time he’d woken, red-eyed and cotton-mouthed, tangled in her bedsheets, she was already gone.

“Don’t go.”

Hayama was 22 when Arato Hisako paused at the door to their shared apartment and sighed.

They’d done this many times, this dance, their little back and forth and it had left scars on the both of them. The agreement was simple, they’d begun dating out of convenience; falling in love was never on the table. As long as you never ask me to put you above Erina-sama, she’d proposed, and I never assume I can take Shiomi Jun’s place– we should be alright. It had gone so well, until it hadn’t. He couldn’t remember who had started it, maybe it was her, maybe it was him, maybe it was someone else; but a wine-stained tablecloth and a smarting cheek later, when he’d seen genuine tears in her eyes, he knew he had gone too far.

She’d always threatened to leave, packing a duffel bag as she sought refuge in the arms of a Nakiri princess, but he’d always chased after her, pulling and pulling, somehow losing a piece of her each time he did. After two years, he didn’t know how much of her he had left.

They had always come at each other with claws and fangs bared, unguarded and itching for a fight, but they’d found out quickly that the line between honesty and cruelty was terribly, horribly thin. Hisako waited for him to run after her again, even turned back a few times, but all he had left were words. She shut the door with a final resounding click.

They had never been good with words.

“Don’t go.”

Hayama was 26 when he breathed it into Sendawara Natsume’s ear, smirking as he watched her writhe beneath him, lips parted in pleasure. She loved it when he was rough with her, all sharp angles and jagged edges, voices husky, kisses that were more teeth than tongue– just enough honey to numb the poison.

The first time was at an award ceremony, even his greatest victories were reduced to paltry displays of arrogance when he didn’t have someone worth winning for; where she’d run a teasing finger across his chest and he’d reciprocated by pulling her into an empty broom closet and made her moan his name.

It had happened many many times since then, he was quite partial to ambushing her before she had a stage appearance or anywhere with cameras; her feeble protests dying on her tongue the moment he pinned her wrist to the wall, but it was always so alarmingly empty. He grew more and more unfeeling as the time passed, his thirst unquenched, the hole in him getting wider every time she pouted her lips or batted her lashes. The awards on his shelf grew, the medals collected dust, the flowers withered away in their bouquets.

Still he drank, hoping her poison would put him to sleep so he wouldn’t have to wake up to the very very faint smell of cinnamon on his pillow.

Natsume grazed his jaw with a long, manicured nail and he stiffened, waiting for the vacant promises to slip into his ears, but she only sighed I’m late, before pushing past him to get to the doorknob.

He didn’t even bother to turn around.

“Don’t go.”

Hayama was 30 when he said it in his head as he looked into Nakiri Alice’s doe-like eyes, under the harsh glare of the laboratory lights.

She’d barged into his office as usual and demanded to use his workspace at three a.m. to test out a new recipe that had come to her in her sleep. They’d spent all morning trying to turn the damn lobster blue, and he had never been more tired in his life, but still he watched her wrinkle her nose in frustration as she squinted at the cloudy liquid in the little test tube, and resisted the urge to lean in and kiss her till she forgot her own name.

Ryō-kun would know what to do, she’d sighed finally and dumped it into the sink. He watched the purple liquid swirl around, once, twice and smiled sadly as it trickled down the drain. He should have known. She’d only ever had eyes for the brooding, dark-haired chef she’d met in a small port side town in Denmark, and from what he’d noticed during their school days, the feeling was almost certainly mutual.

She huffed and puffed and lay her head on the cold counter top, and within seconds she was fast asleep. Hayama made sure to cover her slight frame with his coat, before reaching for the phone to dial a familiar number.

Kurokiba Ryō arrived not even an hour later to take her back home and he stopped at the doorway to watch them leave, trying not to wonder what might have happened if Alice had met him first instead, all those years ago, before either of them had learnt the true taste of love.

“Don’t go.”

Hayama was 32 when he saw her sitting on the rooftop of Polar Star Dormitory, drinking sake out of a shot glass as she gazed at the moon. The new dorm matron, Sakaki Ryōkō had blushed at his intrusion and quickly made to leave him alone, before the words had slipped through his lips and sunk into the night air like an open invitation.

She’d raised an eyebrow discerningly, but obliged his whims, scooting over to give the newly admitted Tōtsuki professor space; he took it with as much grace as he had left. They’d sat in silence for a good part of the next hour, taking turns downing the alcohol as they quietly recalled their own days at this school; competing with their peers, sharpening themselves with their rivalries, the 92nd Generation’s diamonds in the rough now haunting the place where they’d been forged.

Hayama swayed a little and she turned and grabbed him by the shoulder– he’d been leaning too far out the edge and would’ve fallen if she hadn’t steadied him.

Unfortunately, he inclined towards her too quickly and his arm reached out and knocked the glass over. They watched mutely as it roll away, plink, plink, plinking down the roof tiles and shatter onto the balcony below them. Ryōkō did the strangest thing then, watching those same broken pieces glitter under the moonlight– she threw her back and she laughed.

The sound was so infectious that Hayama couldn’t stop himself from snorting too and soon they found themselves in stitches, giggling like a pair of love-drunk high schoolers who’d stayed up too late.

It could have been the alcohol, hell, it could have been the fact that he hadn’t laughed in so long, but the world seemed brighter all of a sudden. The tiles under his feet were rougher, the gravity more pronounced, like he was waking from a long, long nightmare.

As Hayama felt a cool breeze nip his neck, he found himself noticing the new matron more, her distinctly sweet smell, like honey and ripe citrus, and how her dark eyes reflected the tiny stars in the sky. He hadn’t seen it before, gaze too clouded by memory, but she was quite beautiful with her magenta hair and easy smile.

He would’ve liked to stay longer but his stomach churned and it was all he could do to turn away in time before he found himself bent over the roof, hurling the contents of his dinner across the edge.

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Hayama Akira woke to the sound of knocking in his skull. He didn’t realise it was the door until he’d downed the jug of water beside his bed and felt some semblance of normality return to his body.

“Hello? Professor?"

He croaked out a quick, Be right there, before shedding the stained lab coat he hadn’t bothered to take off when he’d stumbled back into his dorm room last night and passed out on the couch. Hayama never handled alcohol well but yesterday’s embarrassing display nearly took the top spot for worst moments of his life; if it hadn’t been for the new matron’s quick thinking he’d probably still be sitting on the roof of Polar Star Dormitory, covered in puke and dead to the world. He would find a way to apologise to her somehow, a half-hearted thanks didn’t seem nearly enough for what she’d done.

Once he’d splashed his face with cold water and rinsed his tongue with mouthwash- the smell bothered him more than anyone- he propped open the door to find a familiar magenta-haired woman standing outside, a steel thermos in her hand.

Sakaki Ryōkō smiled at him in greeting, skin dewy fresh, wearing a flowery bandanna, no visible sign of the copies amounts of sake she’d chugged last night anywhere as she held out the flask.

Hayama took it in surprise.

“My special hangover cure,” she explained, watching his green eyes widen at its warmth, “I thought you might need some since your classes begin today.”

“A-Ah,” he replied, trying to muster up a reaction that wasn’t confusion, he must have said something to her about his lecture somewhere between retching over the side of the roof, and dragging his feet across the polished floors as she helped him get back to his room.

“Thank you, Sakaki-san. I hope you didn’t trouble yourself.”

“Don’t mention it, Hayama-kun, I’ve been up for hours anyway.”

Ryōkō seemed more luminous in the daylight; she’d tied her hair up in a ponytail and was wearing a light pink apron over her sweats, a streak of dirt smudged across her cheek and the gloves peeking out of her pocket the only indications that she’d been working outside in the garden all morning.

Hayama had never seen someone so alive. Jun was a heavier sleeper than he was and Hisako had always looked like she would stab anything that moved within 10 metres of her radius until she’d had her morning coffee; this shine in the new matron’s eyes alarmed him a little.

“When do you have to leave?” She asked cheerfully, cocking her head to one side.

He checked the clock behind him: 9:00 a.m. His lecture wouldn’t start for another two hours at least.

“Do you have time for breakfast? The kids left already but I’m sure I can scrounge up something with–“

“Thank you, Sakaki-san,” he repeated firmly, “But I don’t want to intrude.”

He said it normally enough, but his voice came out flat and ungrateful. Her face fell and he resisted the urge to immediately soften the statement. This was better for the both of them.

Hayama had returned to Tōtsuki Culinary Academy solely to take over the Shiomi Seminar at the request of the new director; he couldn’t leave Jun’s life’s work in the hands of someone who couldn’t properly care for it. He’d come here knowing he’d be surrounded by her ghost at every waking moment, he’d resigned himself to it, looked forward to it even. It would be cruel to start something with someone new, that would no doubt end in tears.

“I see,” she frowned, let out a breath and snatched the thermos back.

Hayama blinked– he hadn’t expected that.

“I guess you don’t need this either.” She huffed and then made to leave.

He stared after her mutely. His head began to throb in warning, dull beats, steady as a drum, and he could almost feel the ache pulsing through him as he stood in front of the lecture hall, in a few hours. His stomach tightened unhelpfully, making him aware of its painful emptiness. Perhaps breakfast wouldn’t end in tears after all.

“That’s-“

“Hm?” Ryōkō looked back, one hand on her hip. His pride clamped his tongue shut.

Hayama had always kept his cool around people, women especially; he hadn’t been one of the most eligible bachelors on Top Chef for no reason, but there was something unpredictable about Sakaki Ryōkō that left him feeling strangely flustered.

He thought he knew her type, the kindly mother-figure of the friend group, the go-to shoulder to cry on; a more self-assured version of his friend Tadokoro Megumi– but an undercurrent of pure defiance ran right through her homely persona. There was kindness, yes, but none of the naivety he’d associated with it so far; a savoury sweetness– caramel, but the sharp tang of salt was unmistakable.

“I can’t stand the smell of eggs,” he blurted out stupidly.

The dorm matron nodded sagely, as though that was a perfectly normal thing to say in such a conversation.

“You’re in luck, Hayama-kun. We seem to be all out of eggs at the moment.”

He could’ve sworn she was trying not to smile.

“Then.. uh-“ he opened the door wider, taking a step out into the hallway, but his voice wouldn’t work all of a sudden. Don’t go, Wait, Stay, the words got lost in his throat, tangled in the memories of all the times they hadn’t worked.

The ambience of the night had been his friend, hiding his loneliness with a blanket of polite indifference but saying it in the light of day was harder, more concrete. Irreversible.

She turned away, heading down the staircase now.

Hayama stared after her; he’d missed his chance again.

A vision of Hisako’s back came to him suddenly; the way her hands had shook with barely concealed distress, the downward incline of her shoulders, her last words to him before she left; bitter and tired. I hope you’re happy. He should have let her go sooner. Sighing, he felt the weight of his mistakes chain him down and coerce him back into the room- back into his bed for the next hour, where they could run uninhibitedly in his dreams, and was about to take heed when–

“Hayama-kun?”

He looked up, bewildered; the dorm matron had paused on her way down the steps and gave him a little wave.

Hayama lifted his hand almost involuntarily and waved back; What a strange woman.

Ryōkō smiled brightly as she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, and the feeling from last night burst in chest.

He felt his thoughts recede almost instantly as the world flushed with colour, the line between past and present slicing through his hesitation like a well polished knife, daring him to make a choice. But she was already ahead of him there too.

“I’ll see you downstairs in ten minutes.”

She was gone before he could open his mouth.

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deni-means-flor · 1 year

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I'm rewatching Shokugeki no Soma and, let's be honest here...

Season 3 is The Childhood Trauma™ arc

We get:

Akanegakubo's character design being AN ACTUAL CHILD (I'm talking about the train station scene but no gifs for that)

2. Rindō getting excited for destroying the Rebels, in a really childish way

3. About 3 or 4 long AF episodes that show why Erina is HOW SHE IS and her finally getting some character development ✨ through the power of friendship ✨

4. A few glimpses of Soma's upbringing which reiterate how much he is like his dad (again, couldn't find the scene as a gif but it's when he cooks in the Polar Star dormitory for [spoiler] in season 3)

4. A little bit of Mito's childhood and why she was so adamant to be Erina's favorite back on S1 (again, no gif of the scene)

5. Hayama being A BITCH and joining forces with [spoiler] but somewhat understandably so because he has severe mommy issues.

6. Terunogi being an evil child, and a still frame of him at 9 years old.

SEASON 3 IS THE CHILDHOOD TRAUMA™ ARC

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cardboard13 · 1 year

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Snippet of my next one-shot, because Rindou is the harbinger of chaos.

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Other than the news reporting that Isshiki was off the market, there was no only mention of who the lucky girl was.

And that starts a betting pool, and the associated ground rules, because last time someone nearly caused a national incident. Names were thrown in the ring, some contenders that just made sense, others done on a whim and not exactly serious. Rindou didn’t want to unpack the outrage and anger that Hayama had thrown at the group when Shiomi Jun was mentioned as a probable wife for Isshiki, merely sowing more chaos into the mix with ‘You don’t know that she isn’t married to Isshiki,’ that shuts him up, albeit briefly.

Hayama quickly replies with, ‘She’s engaged. Just not to Isshiki.’

Well, that nearly set off another betting pool, but Rindou pulls the group back to focus on the original goal.

The problem, after all bets were on, is finding who exactly Isshiki is married to.

#shoukugeki no soma #isshiki satoshi #rindou kobayashi #hayama akira #jun shiomi

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jolyneswife-anime-reviews · 2 years

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Food wars anime review

Spoilers for food wars and mentions of nudity

Disclaimer : I've only watched the first 2 seasons of food wars, because the rest aren't available on Netflix.

“Repeating trial and error and failing many times... it’s that process which makes dishes shine,” - Soma Yukihira

Genre: Slice of life, cooking, high school, comedy

Where I watched it: Netflix

Characterisation: 8/10 (The characters come form very different backgrounds and have distinct personalities, which all translate in their cooking. They are developed throughout the series, becoming more individual and gaining confidence in themselves, like Megumi, or understanding themselves better, like Hisako or Mito. Their backstories, where revealed, are intricate and original, fitting for them as individuals.)

Setting: 7.5/10 (I really liked the shift from Soma’s humble family diner to the grand cooking school- it really shows he’s entering a different world. The school caters to everything as it should, with cosy dorms where Soma and his friends hang out after class and grand stages for cooking competitions like the fall selection. One thing I particularly liked was the training camp- the fast paced plots and the changes in setting to match the activities made it really fun to watch. Apart from that, nothing stands out in particular.)

Art style: 9/10 (I absolutely love the way the characters are drawn ! Although it is nothing too unique, the style is really pleasing, and each character’s appearance is thoughtful and reflective of them. Settings are also drawn carefully and with attention to detail; this makes the anime all the more complete and enjoyable. Something that is definitely worth mentioning in this section is the food- I adore the way food is drawn in anime, and with this anime, you get to see many creative dishes presented in artistic ways.)

Plot: 8.5/10 (The plot is well executed and fast paced, with just the right level of build up before important cooking events. There’s a lot of anticipation too, as well as a few plot twists which keep the anime engaging. Despite the fact that the central focus of the series is cooking, there are many other elements and sub plots (romance, rivalries etc) which just add to the richness of the plot. However, it definitely falls short in one aspect- when the judges (or anyone, for that matter) eat good food, all their clothes come off (especially if they are women) and we find ourselves viewing strange scenarios in their heads which are somewhat linked to what they feel about the food. While I understand it’s meant to illustrate the impact the food has on the judges, I think there are better ways to go about it, because some of those scenes feel awkward and downright bizarre.)

Comfort: 8/10 (Food wars is a pretty light hearted and relaxing anime to watch- it’s humorous and feel good, with the characters growing close and becoming more skilled and confident with each other’s help. There are plenty of wholesome scenes with the cast, and Soma’s carefree, happy vibes are definitely contagious for viewers.)

Addictiveness: 9/10 (The bright, bold characters and the interesting dynamics between them, as well as the fast paced plot, the thrill of the cooking battles, and the dangerously competitive feel of some episodes make this anime very addictive, even for those who aren’t too interested in cooking.)

Philosophy: 6.5/10 (As a more light hearted anime, it doesn’t have many deep messages, but it does showcase the value of friendship in our lives, particularly with Megumi and Soma- their relationship, as well as finally having someone to believe in her and support her, leads Megumi to develop self-confidence and become a very skilled chef. The series also illustrates the benefits gained from having to fight through difficult situations, with the most skilled chefs coming from the most humble or demanding backgrounds, and how much losses can help you improve, if you learn from them and don’t get discouraged. This is the secret to Soma’s cooking.)

Consistency: 8/10 (The show’s quality is consistent throughout- it stays engaging and gripping as the series continues, with some arcs being slightly less exciting but still pleasant to watch.)

Originality: 9/10 (I have never seen a show combine slice of life elements, regular high school life and high stakes cooking battles in such a harmonious way. The school itself, as well as all the opportunities and contests offered, are unique to the anime, as is the way the food battles are executed.)

The plot

Soma Yukihira works in his father’s eatery, fighting every day to improve his cooking and please customers. He takes great pride in the restaurant, and hopes to one day take over from his dad. One day, his father leaves due to business and tells him he is to sign up to Totsuki academy, the most prestigious cooking school in Japan. Initially, Soma is skeptical, but he attends the entrance exam regardless. However, when the candidates see who is judging their dishes for the exam, they all flee in a panic apart from Soma, who is up to the challenge. The judge is Erina Nakiri, a celebrity in the food industry and the director’s granddaughter. She is known for having a very fine palette and being almost impossible to please. Not knowing any of this, Soma begins working on his dish, which needs to incorporate eggs. When Erina tries it, it’s clear she likes it, but she refuses to bow to Soma, as she views his more humble background in cooking as “common,”. Because of this, she tells him he has failed the exam. However, the school director was watching in secret, and contacts Soma to let him know he passed. At the entrance ceremony, Soma makes a speech as the transfer student, saying he fully intends to take the top spot at the academy, as it would be embarrassing for him to lose to a group of people who have never actually worked in a kitchen. His bold declaration of battle offends most of the students, but Soma is blissfully ignorant to that. This marks the start of Soma’s stay at Totsuki- he will meet many different chefs from all over the world, and complete a vast range of challenges, all the while making good friends and meeting strong rivals.

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thatanimewriter · 1 year

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SWEET CHEEKS.

➳ request: Hi can I request hayama akira, soma, erina, Roy x reader insert where she is like a world champion chocolatier since she was little and just casually drops that when talking to themI swear you are like the only food wars author out there and I’m living for it😄😄

➳ character/s: yukihira soma, hayama akira, kurokiba ryou, nakiri erina

➳ warnings: swearing

➳ notes: omg that’s amazing, have this thing that i got super carried away with-

── 𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐀.

it’s not often that he’s lost for words (that he’ll admit). but this is one time that he will admit that he was speechless. he was laying in bed in his dorm room, looking at this cookbook about pastries and desserts, your head is resting on his chest as you’re scrolling through your phone. his eyes flicked to the video on your phone, watching with his mouth agape as he sees a man create a giant chocolate sculpture of a shark.

“woah! that’s awesome!” he exclaimed, “it looks so good...”

meanwhile, you shrugged your shoulders as best you could from your spot on the bed. “yeah, it’s alright. he could’ve made the seams less obvious though,” you responded, scrolling to the next video. soma pressed his lips together at your less than enthusiastic reaction, before returning to his book, awkwardly turning the page with one hand as the other mindlessly massaged your head.

“this one is better,” you said, showing him your phone again. “it just looks like it came right out of a mold.”

“since when were you a chocolate sculpting professional?” he teased, taking your phone to look closer.

“i’ve been a world champion chocolatier since i was 8, so i think i’m more than qualified, thank you very much,” you answered, reaching up to ruffle his hair.

“HUH???” by now, the cookbook was long abandoned, plopped on the floor beside the bed as soma sat up abruptly. “WHY DID YOU NEVER TELL ME?”

a light giggle escaped your lips, “you never asked, so i never brought it up.”

“WHO ASKS THEIR GIRLFRIEND ‘hey, are you a world champion chocolatier?’ WHEN LIKE, NO ONE IS-”

── 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀 𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐀.

it’s finally come to the moon festival and he’s been dragged into a group with you, alice and ryou. after many trials and errors - mostly errors - comes date night. it’s never been much of a going out sort of thing for the both of you, but rather making dinner and dessert for each other.

“you cook dinner, i make dessert?” you proposed, sitting atop the kitchen counter, swinging your legs gently. hayama nodded, standing from his seat and leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“any requests?” he asked, tying his hair into a ponytail.

“nah, anything you make i’ll eat.” a gentle smile crossed his face at your response, but soon faltered as he saw you begin to prepare for dessert.

“you don’t need to start on dessert just yet, you know?”

“you’ll be much faster than i will be, so i gotta start as early as i can,” you explained. “a world champion chocolatier needs all the time she can get.”

“of course, of course- wait... world champion chocolatier?”

you turn to face your boyfriend, an innocent light in your eyes as he stared, eyebrows slightly furrowed. “did i not tell you?”

“no, you failed to mention the part where you’re a master chocolatier.” as he turned back to focus on his work, you walked over, wrapping your arms around his waist and peering over his shoulder. “don’t touch me,” he joked.

“i’m sorryy...” you mumbled, leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek. “i’ll make the coolest chocolate sculpture for you?”

“...fine.”

── 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐁𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐔.

it wasn’t unusual that you were left to your own devices in your personal kitchen, pouring out chocolate into various molds and surfaces, palette knife gliding along the glossy material. you’d been a chocolatier since you were a child, so your body moved on autopilot as you prepared other ingredients to go inside the chocolate-lined molds.

“oi.” you glanced up at your boyfriend, waving at him gently before returning to your work at hand. “what is all this?” he asked from the doorway.

“chocolate.”

“duh, but what are you doing with it?” ryou pushed away from the doorframe, coming closer to scrutinise your work.

“ryou! can’t you just let a world champion chocolatier do her work?” alice exclaimed, slapping his arm playfully.

“yeah, babe, just let the master chocolatier do her work,” you chimed in, continuing to assemble the treats.

“huh?” the light laughter coming from alice tipped him off first. “you knew about this?” he grumbled.

“of course, it happened when we were all children and first became friends,” she answered.

“BABE!” he yelled, making you jump slightly. “YOU’RE MEANT TO TELL ME ABOUT ALL YOUR FUCKING ACHIEVEMENTS!”

“i thought you knew!” you yelled back.

“CLEARLY FUCKING NOT!”

── 𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈 𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀.

normally, you and erina would just work in the same kitchen in silence, perfecting and testing recipes. but this time, your work greatly intrigued her, pulling her away from her own dish more than a few times. she did try to concentrate on her work and leave you to finish yours, but it’s the first time she’s seen you making chocolate that she couldn’t help but watch in awe at your artistry.

meanwhile, you were spreading a thin layer of chocolate over an icy surface, hardening the substance rapidly before taking what looked to be a paint scraper and creating neat scrolls of chocolate. erina thought she knew what you looked like when you were focused, but it was clear she’d only seen a fifth of your abilities, because the intense stare you held sent shivers down her spine.

“are... you ok?” she asked, cautious of the energy you exuded in the moment.

“hm? yeah, of course, are you?”

“yes...” erina’s eyes continued to watch you as you moved to delicately arrange the chocolate scrolls on a small dish.

“are you sure?” you questioned, feeling her gaze upon your form as you worked. “i can feel you staring at me.”

she hesitated for a moment before putting her knife down and turning to face you properly. “where did you learn these skills?” she wondered, coming closer to admire the intricate work you had produced earlier that day.

“oh, well, i’ve been a world champion chocolatier since i was a kid, and i haven’t had a chance to practice in a while, so i thought i’d run through some of the techniques today.

erina’s jaw dropped slightly as you continued your work. “i never knew this...” she mumbled. “mind if i watch?”

“‘course not.”

#shokugeki no soma #food wars #yukihira soma #hayama akira #kurokiba ryou #nakiri erina #shokugeki no soma x reader #food wars x reader #yukihira soma x reader #hayama akira x reader #kurokiba ryou x reader #nakiri erina x reader #shokugeki no soma imagines #food wars imagines #yukihira soma imagines #hayama akira imagines #kurokiba ryou imagines #nakiri erina imagines

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pin-yao · 4 days

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#kurokiba ryou #hayama akira #yukihira soma #food wars #shokugeki no soma #manga #mangacap

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holyhidan · 4 months

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how to win holyhidan’s love and affection, a step by step guide:

step one: have white or grey hair

step two: there is no step two, that’s literally it

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incorrectshokugekinosoma · 2 years

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Souma: Goodbye, Takumi, goodbye, Megumi, goodbye, Erina, goodbye, Hayama, goodbye, Takumi!

Hayama: Yukihira, you said 'goodbye Takumi' twice.

Souma: I like Takumi.

#shokugeki no soma #incorrect quotes #sns #food wars #yukihira souma #nakiri erina #tadokoro megumi #hayama akira #souma x takumi #soutaku #92nd generation

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ashton-sano · 10 months

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Food Wars! Shokugeki no Souma in: Having a Baker S/o

(Char. Involved: Sōma Yukihira, Akira Hayama, Erina Nakiri, Takumi Aldini)

Sōma Yukihira

-Same old Soma tbh

-Sees you as quite the worthy adversary whether or not you're better than he is

-Always the first one to try your dishes

“C’mon! Lemme have a taste, it looks so good!”

-Biggest supporter honestly

-It doesn't make him any less likely to make you try his gross dishes though

“Oh don't be a scaredy cat, Just one bite!”

-At least one food war per day honestly

-Tiring, to say the least

-I'd like to think he has a sweet tooth so you being a baker is like heaven for him

“Everything is here. The cake is cooling in the fridge, The fondant is rolled and properly colored and the frosting is-'' I pause my listing as I realize the frosting isn't where I left it. “Huh?” Did I misplace it or something? “Could've sworn I left it right here.” I blink twice in an attempt to backtrack from when I had it. “Okay, so I remember grabbing the ingredients from the fridge, then setting them right here,” pointing to the counter as I pull a pout. “Then I brought out the stand mixer and began making it. Afterward, I turned away to put the mixer away but when I turned back I still remember seeing it.” I close my eyes in hopes that’ll jog my memory, “Then I ran to my room to get my molding knives and called Soma in to watch the Strawberry puree boiling.” Wait. I called Soma. “I came back and that's when I don't recall seeing it.” That bastard. “SOMA!” I yell throughout the dorm as I dash to his room in a fit of annoyance. As I made my way past several of my roommates, they each gave a fearful expression and made way for me to get by. I clutch the doorknob, slamming the door wide open as I catch the thief red-handed. He had the spoon halfway in his mouth as the frosting was mostly gone, eyes slightly dilating at my entrance. “Oh, Uh...Hey Y/n.” I glare at him, “Why are you eating my frosting.” He looks anywhere but my gaze as he lets out a nervous chuckle, “It looked good so I took a bit and then a bit turned into a spoonful, and well you see what happened.” I sigh, “Whatever, just know you’re making me dinner for the next month for that.” He smirks, “Why say that like it's a bad thing? I love making food for you, Y/n.” My heart warms at his sentiment, “Yeah yeah.” I make my way to close the door but stop just short to peek my head in, “However, do that again and I’ll make sure the only thing you can eat is frosting.” He drops his smile to replace it with worry at my threat, “Yes ma’am.” I close the door and shake my head, too touched to be truly mad. “He thought it was that good?” I let out a breathy laugh on my way back to the kitchen to remake it, “Stop making me want you to come back to steal my food you idiot.”

Akira Hayama

-Very proud of you

-However, he isn't very keen on showing it so you’ll have to be patient

-There are some things you add in that even he doesn't sniff out which is probably the only time he’ll get curious and ask about it

“Making something new? What crazy ingredient did you add this time, hm?”

-May act all mean but he is actually very excited when you come to let him try your food

-Never call him out though, he’ll always deny it

- “This again? Still hard at work trying to perfect it, are you? Fine ill have a taste.”

-Don't let the facade fool you, he’d hate if you asked anyone else to try your food.

-Can be a bit childish when it comes to that

“Is it too salty?” He smacks his lips a few times, taking in the flavor. “If anything it's a bit lumpy, kinda dry too.” I scrunch my face, “Odd. Could've sworn I kept the heat low enough. Guess I wasn't paying enough attention.” He tilts his head, “The flavors aren't bad though, honestly pretty perfect if you ask me.” I give a small smile, delighted by his praise. “Sorry to drag you all the way here for this Soma.” He gives a low chuckle, “No problem. I'm always down to taste test, especially your amazing food!” I grab the plate with the crumbs of the cake I had recently made and brought it to the sink, “You do not need to flatter me.” He shakes his head, “No flattery needed. You’re talented, nothing to sugar coat y’know.” I wasn't sure how to respond to such blatant compliments so I settled for a small lopsided grin. “Thanks, that means a lot. Especially coming from the first seat of the council himself.” A light pink brushed his cheeks, “Now whos doing the flattering? It's nothing to brag about. I do have a lot I must improve on.” His ability to grow never ceases to surprise me, “You have quite the determined spirit, it's admirable.”

“Yeah, I'm sure he's quite the guy.”

We both turn to the voice that chimed in, “Ah, Akira, how's it going?” Soma inquires with his usual enthusiasm but the albino doesn't share the sentiment. “Fine. What's happening here?” I don't miss his dismissive tone as he turns himself to me. “Soma was just taste-testing a recent cake I was making.” He narrowed his eyes for a moment, “Well how's that going?” He asked but I'm certain he didn't really want the honest answer to that. “Still need some tweaking, but good overall.” He folds his arms, “Well I'm glad he's been of assistance. Now I think thats enough for today, it's getting late.” Its 6:30… Soma chirps up, “Well i gotta head out, needa prepare some stuff for tomorrow's food war, see ya’!” He waves as he leaves the room, and for a split second, you could see a glint of a smirk on Akira��s face.

“You’re such a jealous child.”

“Shut up.”

“You know I'm right.” He pulls me in, pressing a warm kiss to my forehead, “You don't need him to taste your food. I was here y’know.” I rest on his chest, “You never really seemed interested in tasting my food so I asked Soma since he wasn't busy.” He tightens his grip, “Don't do that again. Just come to me and ill give you feedback.” I give a knowing smile but don't comment on his obvious jealousy, “Well ill keep that in mind.”

Erina Nakiri

-A true sweetheart honestly

-Will 100% help you with your sweets and pastries as the loving girlfriend she is

-Baking dates every weekend is a must

“Quite the variety you have! All this for just one night?”

-Takes a little more time to judge the taste since she does truly enjoy your food and doesn't want to miss any key flavors

-Has to take a few tastes to actually take it in and not just judge with her god tongue and all that

“Wow, this is well made! The ganache you used brings a beautiful contrast to the moisture from the cake; well done my dear.”

-Basically, her and Hisako's relationship if they were dating; just very doting and sweet entanglement

-Loves when you surprise her with your treats after/during a long day

-Simply brightens her whole day

(might be ooc)

The kitchen brimmed with anticipation as I stood beside her as she flour-dusted the countertops, and the sweet scent of vanilla permeated the air. Today, she had invited me to step into her world, to experience the artistry she crafted every day.

I watched with admiration as Y/n effortlessly measured ingredients, their hands moving with precision and grace. Their culinary intuition was a marvel, as they expertly combined flavors and textures to create a symphony of tastes. The kitchen became their canvas, and I was fortunate enough to witness the strokes of their pure genius.

With every task that was to assigned me, Y/n’s patience and guidance enveloped me. They encouraged me to embrace the techniques, trust my instincts, and pour love into each step. Their professional expertise blended with unwavering belief in me, ignited a newfound passion within my heart.

As we worked side by side, I absorbed their knowledge like a sponge. They shared secrets and tricks, while their insights lifted my baking skills to new heights. The boundaries between teacher and student blurred, as our connection deepened and our shared love for the craft blossomed.

The oven hummed, the heat embracing our creations with warmth and anticipation. Together, we carefully placed our masterpieces inside, entrusting them to the alchemy of heat and time. The kitchen transformed into a sanctuary of hope and creativity, where dreams and flavors melded together.

As we waited for our creations to bake, Y/n's presence filled the room with an aura of confidence. They smiled, eyes gleaming with pride and love. At that moment, I knew that this experience was not just about baking—it was a testament to the beautiful bond we shared.

As the aroma of freshly baked goods filled the air, we opened the oven with eager anticipation. The sight before us took my breath away—golden perfection, a testament to our collaboration and dedication. With a sense of accomplishment, we adorned our creations with delicate touches, transforming them into edible works of art.

Sitting at the table, forks in hand, we tasted the fruits of our labor. Each bite danced on my taste buds, an orchestra of flavors that sang of our love and shared passion. At that moment, I felt the warmth of Y/n’s presence, the fulfillment of our culinary journey, and the sweet taste of a love nurtured by the joy of creation.

Baking with Y/n was more than an adventure in the kitchen—it was a glimpse into her world, a celebration of her talent, and a reminder of the beautiful bond we shared. Together, we wove a tapestry of flavors and emotions, creating a lasting memory that would forever sweeten our lives.

Takumi Aldini

-A tad competitive

-Will mellow out when you’re practicing your craft though

-Absolutely will stare hard at you (but do not point that out, he will blush and pout)

“N-No! I wasn't staring. I don't know what you’re talking about.”

-Please make him some, will be fussy if you don't let him have what you made

-Will always give you pointers though so never be afraid to ask

-Especially loves it when you come up to him to ask; makes him feel all bubbly inside And a bit outside too. (Again, don't point it out. Tsun-Tsun.)

I carefully dusted the final touches of powdered sugar onto the delicate pastries, admiring the golden crust and the perfectly piped cream filling. My heart swelled with pride as I surveyed the display of my creations in the bakery. This was my passion, my art—the result of years of dedication and hard work.

Just as I was about to take a step back to fully appreciate the beauty before me, I felt a pair of arms wrapping around my waist. Takumi, my Italian chef boyfriend, nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine.

"Y/n, these look amazing," he murmured, his voice filled with admiration. "But you know, there's something missing."

I turned my head to catch a glimpse of his mischievous smile. "Oh? And what might that be?"

He pouted playfully, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, you see, I've been craving your sweet treats all day. You can't just tempt me with these delectable pastries and not save a few for your beloved Italian chef."

I couldn't help but chuckle at his theatrics. Takumi had a way of tugging at my heartstrings with his charm and infectious enthusiasm for food.

"All right, all right," I relented, unable to resist his request. "I'll save a couple of pastries just for you. But you better be prepared to savor every bite, Takumi."

He grinned triumphantly, his eyes gleaming with delight. "That's what I like to hear, Y/n. You know just how to make me happy."

As I carefully set aside a small box of pastries reserved exclusively for him, I couldn't help but marvel at the power food had to bring us closer. Our shared love for culinary delights was a bond that we cherished—a language of flavors and textures that spoke volumes in our relationship.

And so, with a secret stash of pastries hidden away, I looked forward to the moment when Takumi would indulge in my sweet creations. Because in those moments, as he savored every bite, I knew that our connection was strengthened, and our love for each other grew sweeter, one dessert at a time.

(This is my first writing piece on this platform so it's not the best but I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless. Never hesitate to make a request and ill make time for it.)

#food wars #food wars x reader #soma yukihira #soma yukihira x reader #takumi aldini #takumi aldini x reader #akira hayama #Akira hayama x reader #erina nakiri #Erina nakiri x reader #y/n #x reader #gender neutral reader #baker s/o

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