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kyusunyu · 4 months

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SUNWOO ↳ “𝕺𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖚𝖕𝖔𝖓 𝖆 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊”

a TBZ frat boyz series.

kim sunwoo x f!reader :: ex lovers/soulmate tropes

warnings: some explicit content 👀, hardly smutty. lots of feels though. (rough edit)

𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔲𝔭𝔬𝔫 𝔞 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔞 𝔥𝔬𝔱 𝔰𝔬𝔠𝔠𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔢𝔞𝔪 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔡𝔦𝔤𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴-𝔦𝔱-𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔫’𝔰 𝔣𝔲𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔫…

“Bite me.”

you were a realist.

far from delusional,

even if the stars aligned on a full moon night.

nothing could convince you to believe that a frat party would be a hell of a good time.

“I have too much shit.” you annunciate, yeeting a pencil in your best friend’s general direction. “Ask Mina. I’m sure she’d find sweaty people and an uncanny amount of booze fun.”

your model of a roommate sulks.

bummed you weren’t like the rest of the girls around here.

like who in their right mind would decline an invite to the biggest frat house in SK?

“Leave it to you to pass on a good time. Boo, tomatoes.”

you send her a merciless smile. “I feel less of a detriment to society this way. Have you seen me in anything other than sweats and a hoodie? It takes effort to look as good as you. Effort I cannot spare for myself.”

“Talk about dramatic.”

dramatics aside,

there was nothing that could possibly be done to drag you out of this dorm room and into the pits of hell called TBZ.

that godforsaken frathood might drive you off a cliff.

you’ll give them the benefit of the doubt.

they were far from hideous— a sight for sore eyes really.

intelligent, sociable, and athletic.

all 11 of them.

even if 2 happened to be both your exes.

once upon a time..

“Well, i’m leaving.” the gorgeous red head flips her hair, model figure hugged in the little black dress she sported. “If i’m not back by morning, send a search party. I love you! Don’t study too hard my little book worm.”

yes.

there were some perks to being roommates and best friend’s with your polar opposite.

a stable social life.

free clothes.

and invites to the biggest parties?

too bad you hardly found any of those to be useful to you.

“Hello?”

“Y/n?” her voice sounds irritated, slightly slurred and strained against the echoing music of the party. “Y/n, can you come get me? Fuck— these people are losers. I’m drunk.”

you grimace.

she’s upset.

it’s only midnight and of all people—

Taeri was upset.

“Did something happen?” you mumble sleepily, sitting up to turn on a light. “Are you okay? DId someone hurt you?”

too drunk to process the question, she groans. “Will you just please come and get me? I feel like I’m gonna explode.”

“O-okay, just give me a couple—“

the call flat lines.

great.

the day has finally come that the stars aligned on a full moon night.

albeit, you still didn’t think the frat party was gonna be a good time,

but i guess you’ll bite.

it didn’t take long to wash up a little, whipping out one of Taeri’s hand me down’s.

10 minutes longer and you had your liner drawn and a simple red tint to your velvet lips.

you absolutely dreaded having to face the day you’d ever come to this—

a strapless top, tight jeans and mid height high heels.

but you had some class.

you weren’t gonna be a detriment to society by showing up in half ass pj’s.

“Hey.”

the hottie by the door makes a double take.

“H-hello.”

your forehead creases, eyes looking into the still much alive party. “Aren’t you gonna ask for my name, pretty boy?”

pretty boy doesn’t respond.

honestly, too stunned to answer.

because god damn.

god damn—

“Damnit.” Eric blinks furiously, wiping at his shirt upon spilling some of his drink. “Sorry, name?”

“Y/n.”

“Y/n, you’re on the list— Y/n?”

at this point, he’s completely disregarded his drink.

the rest spilling all over his thousand dollar shoes.

“Y/n.” you affirm with a slight chuckle. “Taeri called. Is she alright?”

no, of course she’s not.

the sole reason for her coming, being her ex boyfriend who happens to live here—

who undoubtedly was the cause of the phone call in the first place

“Well all hell hasn’t broke loose yet.” Eric manages to make it through a sentence. “You don’t normally come to these things, don’t you? Taeri said you’re not much of a party goer.”

“Great observation, pretty boy. I was summoned. If Taeri wasn’t in trouble, why’d she call me then?”

he aimlessly shrugs. “Hyunjae hasn’t touched your hot model bestie all night. I mean Sunwoo’s back in town so maybe—“

oh god.

OH MY GOD.

fucking hell on earth.

“Hey, didn’t you and Sunwoo—“

“No I don’t know a Sunwoo.” he elicits a pressed panicked grin by you. “And Sunwoo doesn’t know me. Are we understanding each other? Do I make myself clear, pretty boy.”

the pretty boy grins back. “Fucking crystal.”

you pray to the stars in the sky to disarrange.

you pray for anything but the storm that brews ahead.

you pray for the sake of your roommate,

that this was nothing but a coincidence.

“— that Sunwoo’s back in town, can you believe it?”

you refrain from putting that stranger into a chokehold.

wanting nothing but to be home in your covers.

you’re no cinderella but,

it’s past your damn bedtime.

“Where the fuck is she?” you mumble to yourself incoherently, searching the heavily intoxicated crowd for your best friend.

leave it to her to make you the damn search party.

these heels were killing you.

but those heels on you weren’t just killing you,

it was killing everyone else too.

“You won’t believe who just walked in.” Eric came back to his group of troublemakers, kissing his lips through a devious smirk. “God damn, you won’t believe me when I tell you. Who just walked through our fucking doors.”

Sunwoo’s a little less interested.

tired is a simple word to describe his current attitude.

he just got back into town, man.

it’s been a stressful week for him.

the last thing he wants to deal with was Eric’s crazed nonsense.

Hyunjae’s shoulder’s perk from on top of the counter. “If you’re talking about my god forsaken ex again, we’ve already crossed paths. Like fourth party in a row.”

“Not your ex.”

Eric’s feverish.

he’s only heard about the legend of y/n.

the closed-off maths geek Sunwoo had a boner for freshman year.

the hardly qualified best friend of the hottest model on campus.

“But she’s so fucking hot though.” Eric dreamily drools, nodding from the corner in which they gather. “She’s drop dead gorgeous, Sunwoo. How could a star soccer player like you, drop a once in a lifetime shot like that?”

“What the fuck are you on about, you— you’re kidding.”

the star soccer player can’t remember the last time he saw you.

well, to be fair, the last time he saw you,

you were in an oversized hoodie, worn-in sneakers, and sweats doubled your size.

now people are expecting him to believe his ex girlfriend stalked the halls of his house—

in stunning Louboutins nonetheless.

leather tight top hiked too far up the stomach, cleavage half out and bed hair making you look like a 5-star Michelin.

those heels.

the heels are killing him on you, he doesn’t know what to do.

“You’re fucking kidding.” Juyeon jumps from his seat, the rest of the males following suit like a pack of hungry wolves. “That’s her?”

Sangyeon whistles at all that. “I’ll be damned.”

Sunwoo can’t say a thing.

nope.

he’s not allowed to.

leave it to you to sweep the entire party of their feet right after he did.

“Taeri!” you call, unbeknownst to the lingering eyes around you. “Taeri, where are you!”

your heels click at the tiles,

excusing yourself in the crowd like the prim you are.

noting to run as soon as you find,

“Kim Sunwoo.”

your breath’s taken away.

haphazard and eyes blown out of their sockets.

you can’t run if he’s the one that finds you.

“Sunwoo, I—“

he doesn’t let you manage even a word.

clearly won’t let you say a thing.

not that you weren’t allowed to.

after all,

he’s the one that got away.

“Not you.” you tear his hands from tugging on your wrists. “Of anyone in this damn frat house, not you, Kim Sunwoo. I want absolutely nothing to do with you.”

leave it to Sunwoo to look at you like the mad man he is.

the hot shot playboy of IST,

this was your sumptuous ex boyfriend.

your only ex boyfriend.

“— the last thing I want to see. Get away from me.”

his eyes roll and he pins you to the wall of his bedroom,

making sure to lock the door behind you.

“The last thing I want to see is my beloved ex girlfriend showing up half naked at one of my frat parties. But life’s unfair isn’t it?”

he elicits a pitiful snort and you dare yourself to retort back. “The thought never bothered you before when you begged me to be your damn side piece, once upon a time.”

“Once upon a time, you were mine. Let me make myself very clear, you were my girl. And right now, I don’t get that luxury— i’m not allowed to call you that.”

“If you’re looking for permission, you’re far from it. I’m not here for you, i’m here for Taeri.”

Sunwoo’s never liked that girl.

always trying to get you to wear the skankiest clothes.

present you like a centerpiece.

taking you whenever she wanted.

(she had her work cut for her)

when all he wanted was you all to himself.

“Trying to prove yourself by being hotter than her?”

you pry his body off of you,

heated.

absolutely heated you could explode.

“Trying to prove myself by not being a damn joke. Isn’t that what I was to you, once upon a time Kim Sunwoo? The reason you dropped me because I could never prove myself to be the girlfriend in Kim Sunwoo’s hot fucking life.”

his chest rises and falls as fast as his blood boils.

he always loved firing you up.

you were so hot, he couldn’t tell you why.

but he always wanted to strip you out of your oversized clothes and get you completely naked anyway.

the thrill of seeing you naked being a blessing in disguise.

right now,

you were already half way there.

“I loved you.”

“Loved me?” you laugh incredulously. “The sex was good but other than that, what can you say you loved about me? Other than lying to my face, nearly ripping out my hair, telling me your cock only belonged to me? But digging it inside other women like that didn’t matter at all.”

he’s taken by surprise.

that dirty mouth of yours.

he’s been needing a stress relief.

and suddenly, he’s not that stressed about any of his circumstances.

especially the ones he faces right now.

in fact, he’s more laxed than he’s ever been in his entire life.

“Still thinking about my cock, are you?”

“Yours and 5 others, baby. It stopped being all about—“

his lips crash against yours and the wall is suddenly your best friend.

so much for Taeri—

god, Kim Sunwoo was just so irresistible.

“You.” he growls into your lips while ripping off his shirt. “It’s always been all about you, hasn’t it?”

an arduous moan escapes your tethered lips,

melting in the hands of your inconceivable ex boyfriend.

“Im gonna make those 5 others look like training wheels, baby. I’m going to make sure you know who you belong to.”

it’s been 2 years.

you weren’t gonna wallow over your breakup with Sunwoo forever.

yes, you’ve slept with other people but damn.

other people will never be Kim Sunwoo.

“I won’t even have to beg for you to be my side piece when i’m finished with you.”

Taeri and Hyunjae were fine.

Taeri was upset but hey,

Hyunjae beat you to it anyway.

while Sunwoo’s beating into you,

Taeri stops to look at her ex, “Have you seen y/n? She said she was gonna come get me.”

Taeri’s never really liked Sunwoo for you either.

he was always possessive.

always center of fucking attention.

too big and mighty for her little know it all.

but god damn.

if there was anyone who made you happier than she’s ever seen you,

it was that poor unfortunate soul.

“She’s gonna eat him alive.” Taeri chuckles with her hand on her ex’s lap. “Poor thing, y/n’s balled up her anger for him for years. You think he’s gonna be okay?”

that was the thrill of you, you know.

always one step ahead of everyone else,

Sunwoo had to put a leash on you.

he was so tired of chasing,

“You’ve let go, Sunwoo.” you’re hyperventilating over his broad chest. “Where’s all that control you had now?”

you were gonna be the death of him.

he had to juggle loving you, paying the frat, his soccer career—

“I’m sorry.”

3 rounds later and Sunwoo’s spent.

ravishing in your beauty,

the yearning of something he didn’t think he needed in a long time.

you made him the happiest man alive once upon a time.

“I don’t deserve you.”

3 rounds later and you were convinced.

ravishing in his warmth and comfort—

you haven’t felt this content in a long time.

“You deserved all of me.”

you loved him.

god you loved him and you don’t know how to stop.

2 years later and he’s still the man you love.

“I loved your wide smile. I craved your touch. I wanted your attention every damn day and you deserved every minute of having me. I loved everything about you, Kim Sunwoo. But you made that decision to let me go a long time ago.”

he kisses the places your tears stain,

fingers shakily threading through your now long hair.

“I was tired of convincing myself all of that were true. Tell me, baby. What else did you love about me?”

you catch your breath, nose brushed against his.

“Your eyes. Your nose. Your dick.”

his throaty laugh fills your ears like music on christmas morning. “What else, baby?”

you lean in, humming against his cheek.

eyes shut in absolute bliss.

remembering the subtle scent of bergamot and sage that stained his skin.

“Your lips? The way they move when you kiss me. How they feel when you tell me you love me.”

his arms clasp around your hips.

high on your euphoria with you pressed against him like this.

the stars were in his favor tonight.

perfectly aligned in the sky when he finally tells you,

“I love you.”

you’re convinced he’s joking.

you have to convince yourself he was making you a joke.

but Sunwoo holds you like he’s gonna lose you.

afraid you were gonna let go.

“I’ll never deserve you but i’ll love you for the rest of my life if I have to in order to convince myself I do.”

“What do you love about me, Kim Sunwoo?”

the full moon is in your favor.

illuminating the room just enough to meet his colorful eyes.

just enough color to remember how he looked at you once upon a time.

“That you’ll be the only girl that I get to love in my entire life. I don’t want to be with anyone else but you, baby. Not even if the stars start crossing in the sky.”

you a side piece?

hardly.

no, Kim Sunwoo never left your side.

he was like an overbearing parasite,

only having to move elsewhere when he wanted to be on top.

or when he kneels in front of you to ask you to be his wife.

and to think he would’ve had to beg once upon a time.

@kyusunyu / @kpopinesss / @atinybitofau

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bittersweetcanary · 6 months

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Artw Fun Facts, Lore Tid Bits, and Game Tips

A collection of those Game Tips that flash by while the game is booting up that I can never manage to read before they disappear so I screen shotted them and typed them down because FUN FACTS!! LORE TID BITS!! AND SOME ACTUAL GAME TIPS!!

(I posted the images once before but I decided to just type them all down because this makes it easier to quickly read in my opinion, and less clunky. I'll update this if I see any new Game Tips in the loading screen.)

Sirius

“The name of the emoji that sorcerers use is Polar Bear’s weird Magic School Life.”

“Arcturus is easily deceived but he is not ashamed”

“In the suburbs, you can often see Sirius carrying a candy case.”

“Unlock Milky Way and get various rewards!”

“Forbidden magic is forbidden for a reason. Memory magic as one of them is…”

Alpheratz

“Be careful! Alpheratz might cling to when he is helpless.”

“Change the icon! Various icons are waiting for you!”

“Please help Apheratz if he is clasping his hands. He would be worrying about something bothering him.”

“Be careful as to not get caught by a Professor when you have a dorm war!”

Vega

“Ruled by the seven archmages of Ursa Major. The North Boundary is a land of snow and ice.”

“Is Vega fiddling with his earrings? If so, it means he’s calming down.”

“Vega does gymnastics every eary morning. Wait, gymnastics… … ?”

“Once every 24 hours! Don’t miss your chance to get a free scouting opportunity in the Possession Room!”

“If you need help while playing the game press the ? Shape above!”

“It doesn’t mean that you can give a psychology test just because you’ve taken Magic Psychology”

Arcturus

“Green Blossom Hill on the East Boundary that’s where Arcturus learned to shepherd.”

“Check the diary if you want to know more about the Sorcerers!”

“Lookout for disasters from beyond the universe.”

“Eating meat is prohibited on the East Boundary. We are only allowed to eat meat on commemorative days.”

“Stay tuned for Scouts what will be updated seasonally!”

Spica

“Spica personally has a managing office for Mythical Creatures.”

“Spica’s average sleep per day is 4 hours and 30 minutes.”

“The first disaster started from the collapse of the Tower of Babili when a rusty herald appeared.”

“Contell Acedemy of Magic has an annual event for each period.”

“You can check the affection, clothes, and profiles in the closet!”

“There are many large and small islands in the sea facing the southern border.”

Pollux

“Be careful not to get lost in the tower of Babili.”

“Sometimes we come across short stories after the visit.”

“Of five siblings in the noisy red-roofed house, Pollux and his twin brother are the only sorcerers.”

“Calls are made when certain conditions are met! Save up your story keys!”

“When the festival is held in the Viaduct Plaza of the central zone, guests from all over the world star to gather.”

“Pollux named his magic weapon Dioscuri.”

#arcana twilight #artw #arcana twilight pollux #arcana twilight sirius #arcana twilight spica #arcana twilight alpheratz #arcana twilight arcturus #arcana twilight vega

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thatanimewriter · 1 year

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MINE.

➳ request: hi! could you write a love triangle type of situation with isshiki x reader x tsukasa? maybe it's lowkey a competition between then and reader is just oblivious lol

➳ character/s: isshiki satoshi, tsukasa eishi

➳ warnings: swearing, gn!reader

➳ word count: 0.5k

➳ notes: oop- a love triangle you say?? i’m sorry it’s short for how long you’ve been waiting ;v;

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

something was up with both isshiki and tsukasa.

every time you spoke with one, you couldn’t help but notice that the other was looking particularly pouty from afar. or maybe it was the sudden influx of invites to help test a recipe or the snacks that somehow found their way to your dorm. either way, you weren’t massively bothered by it, because as long as it didn’t impact your ability to be friends with them, who were you to complain about great food?

what you didn’t know was that this did actually impact their ability to be friends. any time they were nearby and without your presence, they seemed to turn everything into a competition. except... neither of them were quite mean enough to actually insult the other, so it was more of a silent ‘oh yeah? i can do better, watch’.

which is what was happening right now.

“did you know that [name] really liked the dish i made them yesterday?” isshiki asked as he walked beside tsukasa on their way to an elite 10 meeting.

“hm?”

“yeah, they asked me to make them more later today,” he continued, eyeing the expression on tsukasa’s face carefully.

“ah... they ask me that a lot, actually,” the first seat responded. “often they also drag me out to places they want to eat.”

isshiki arched a brow at his response before chuckling to himself and turning back to the path ahead. “interesting. though i must admit, they quite enjoy a picnic on the balcony of the polar star dormitory. they’re particularly fond of the produce i’ve cultivated in the farm.”

“oh really?”

both men froze as they turned around, meeting eyes with you, who was standing behind them with an innocent curiosity in your face. they glanced at each other briefly before deciding to drop the subject in your company.

“where are you guys headed?” you asked, wedging yourself between them.

“elite 10 meeting,” tsukasa said, moving aside to make a little more room for you. “what about you?”

“oh, i’m not going anywhere, i just saw you guys walking and decided to join you.”

isshiki smiled to himself, wrapping an arm around your waist as you continued to walk with them. “say, did you wanna stop by the polar star dormitory and help me with a recipe? i promise you’ll get the scraps as snacks,” he suggested, shooting tsukasa a mischievous look from the corner or his eye.

at your excited grin, tsukasa’s lips turned downwards slightly, a nearly invisible pout situating itself on his face. “sure, i’d love to!” you responded, returning his awkward side hug. tsukasa opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off before he could get a word in.

“oh, looks like we’re here,” isshiki noted, removing his hand from your waist. “i’ll text you when we’re done?”

“sounds good.”

“cool, see ya!”

as they watched you turn around to wander off to god knows where, the first seat glared softly at his underclassmen.

“you’re a little bitch, you know that?” he said, earning a loud gasp from the brown-haired boy.

“TSUKASA-SENPAI SWORE AT ME!” he announced, running into the building for the remaining elite 10 to hear.

#shokugeki no soma #food wars #isshiki satoshi #tsukasa eishi #shokugeki no soma x reader #food wars x reader #isshiki satoshi x reader #tsukasa eishi x reader #shokugeki no soma imagines #food wars imagines #isshiki satoshi imagines #tsukasa eishi imagines

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yukii0nna · 28 days

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What is Rook’s and Floyd’s nickname for crescendo and why?

Rook Jade Leech

Isamu/Mme Combattante: her fighting style ,Bull Shark

Sumire/Mme statique: Her habit of scocking people , Electric eel

Ling/Monsieur le Prince des Glaces:His Ice make and his cute looks, Polar bear

Judai/Monsieur Zodiaque: His powers are from the stars, Sea dragon

Jade Chan/Mme sournoise: Her being able to get getting into the dorms and finding loopholes, Salmon

Kikyo/Mme Pluie tempête: Her panicking tended to cause rain storm , hence the name , Minnow

Haru/Monarque impitoyable: They're royal like demeanor and ruthless nature , Dolphin

Yuya/Monsieur Amusant: His fun antics , Seal

Camilla/Ms Lament: Her worse visions kinda sounds like tradies , Alotrose

Malori/Mme Poupée: Her doll magic, tuna

Johnny /Monsieur rusé' He's pretty clever when he wants to be, plus he saw his tricks first hand , Dogfish

Amai/Mme Dent sucrée:Her love of sweet,Cat fish

Brin: Monsieur le Dur: is pretty determined , Shark

@anxious-twisted-vampire @marrondrawsalot @zexal-club @abyssthing198 @imafrealinrainbow478484 @writing-heiress @liviavanrouge

#oc #twisted wonderland #crossover #just like magic #yugioh gx

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yandereloversworld · 11 months

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Hi 😊 Can I please ask for a yandere shun

From food Wars

With a darling that's quiet and wears j

Jirai Kai fashion because of their abandonment issues🙁 and because it's cute😅😊

Hey!!! <3 Thank you for requesting this!! I was actually not all that much active in the food wars fandom for a while now, but this request definetly helped me in becoming more motivated for future food wars content in the future!!

I also found your request really interesting since i had to do my own research first of all on the jirai kei fashion, since i didn't know anything about it!! Guess you'll never learn out!! ;D In anyway I hope you enjoy these little headcannons on Shun!!

To the people who, like me at first, didn't know what jirai kei fashion is here is the link to the website wher I read it up:

In short:

Jirei Kei translates to "landmine-type" and refers to a type of women that have a high tendency to have violent emotional breakdowns. The term is often used to harass and demean. Due to a makeup challenge, which was about emulating the particular stereotype, it has been associated with various darker girly styles, turning into its own subculture.

As the word is almost always used in a derogatory way, there has been controversy surrounding the name -- some Japanese netizens protest its use as a name for a fashion style, claiming the term must be taken more seriously. However, the term has still seen use in Japanese sources despite its negative connotation.

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First of all: Shun in general is a rather quiet, blunt and rather realistic kind of guy, who easily seems to become annoyed at louder people (his dorm members being the best example for that), so i do see him appreciating a significant other who's more on the quiet side.

Even though he tends to be blunt and easily annoyed, he does care about the ones close to him, which only gets fueled by his yandere tendencies, leading to him having a soft spot for the darling, while still being brutally honest with them, not trying to sugarcoat if they upset him in any way, though knowing that these changes will not happen over night.

I can also see him as the manipulative and stalker type (if you don't live in the polar star dorm), who tries to find out as much about you as possible, so he can better influence your decisions, though he does it not to a degree where you were able to notice, so that you think that you, acting a certain way, was your own decision and not his. It also makes it easier for him to minimize your social circle until its only him and your fellow polar star dorm members, because if they blame him for your attitude changes, it is just so much easier for him to convince you that they're just bad influences since you yourself chose these changes.

Though it is important to note that he does not do these things because he has a certain picture of you in his head, a certain way he wants you to act, but instead, the sole purpose for influencing you like that is, in his opinion, that it is simply a necessary step to ensure that you're staying with him.

He also is very likely to want a domestic life after graduation with you together in a smaller place, where it is just the two of you, as well as your restaurant. I do see him being open for having 1-2 kids, even though it is not a necessity for him and solemnly depends on the darling (gender doesn't matter).

But on to the main point:

While I don't see Shun minding the darlings clothing style too much, rather thinking of it as just something they enjoy and him himself finding it adorable as well, I do think he'd mind the implications it has, like in the darlings case abandonment issues, as well as other implications of mental problems that people wearing jirai kai fashion often tend, or are thought of to have. I can see him trying to find a fashion style that looks similiar to yours, but without the bad implications, for as long as you both are in Totsuki Academy, since he doesn't want people to badmouth you, even though it would do magic on keeping others away from you. If you both already graduated from Totsuki though, he couldn't care less about what people think about you, since he wants the two of you to live a bit fatrther away from the city anyway.

Honestly, I don't think that he knew at first of the implications that these fashion style has, and the only noticed it because the darling opened up to him about their abandoning issues and explained the jirai kai fashion to him, or other people making mean comments about the darling, which led him to do some research, after he made sure that he had a good stocking of meat for his next shokugeki.

Let's just say he's going to be worried to no end from now on. While he is a rather quiet person himself and doesn't speak often, he is doing his best to grow over his shadow in such a situation and reassure you, that you don't need to be worried, that he's always going to be there for you and going to protect you (which is kind of ironic, because he made the darlings abandonment issues that much worse, by shooing their friends away, but anyway)

While he is trying to be more talkative to you, his prefered way of reassuring you that he's there for you and NOT going to leave you anytime are acts of service, like making you your favourite food, when you're feeling particularly anxious, or quality time, with him prefering to cuddle in the quiet comfortable silence of your room.

All in all I'd say that while Shun is actually not as bad a yandere as some others, its definitely going to go down for his darlings mental well-being before it gets better.

#yandere #male yandere #tw yandere #yandere food wars #yandere shun #shun ibusaki #yandere shun ibusaki #shokugeki no soma #food wars #yandere shokugeki no soma

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natsu-tte-noodle · 8 months

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Barbie-themed Yume Drabble (Platonic, ~2k words)

I warned you that I would not be normal about this ever

(This is incredibly self indulgent and incredibly thrown together but here we are lolol)

“I’m telling you, just start with the live action. I can’t see any of us actively disliking it.”

Ran stopped spinning the desk chair she was sitting in to level Yuki with a stern glare—far too stern for the sort of conversation they were having. “And I’m telling you, it’s too standalone. If we start with the live action they’ll never agree to see anything else.”

Yuki let his head fall back with a groan. “We’ve been through the other options.”

It had been a solid 20 minutes since this debate had started. The debate being: in the case that the dorm is finally worn out by Ran’s pestering and agrees to watch one (1) Barbie movie, which would be the best to show to get them to want to watch another? The “Barbie gateway drug,” as Kazunari had put it.

Speaking of Kazunari, he was sprawled out in one arm chair with his feet in the other, playing idly with chatsnap filters. “Maybe there’s an angle we’re missing? Omg, this one makes me a fish. It’s giving Mermaid Tale.”

Yuki opened his mouth, but Ran held up a hand before he could say anything. “You wanna subject Masumi to that song?”

“Ugh.”

They had gone through several rounds of elimination already. The beginning was easy enough. “No sequels” was just a given (though it tragically cut Mermaidia). Movies that starred Barbie as herself were fine, but they didn’t fit the vibe that they were trying to go for. That didn’t rule out movies where her name just happened to be Barbie, but unfortunately Ran was adamant about eliminating Spy Squad, and Kazunari had made the reasonable argument that, while aesthetically gorgeous, Starlight Adventure was too polarizing to rely on.

“You wanna tell me what other angle there is, Friendly McExtrovert? Wanna put your money where your mouth is?”

Kazunari pouted. “No fair, I’m totes contributing!” Still, he locked his phone and sat up a bit. “Remind me why we ruled out PatP again? Frooch’d love that shit; it’s about paying off a debt.”

“Believe it or not, the money-grubbing yakuza isn’t one of our main concerns.” In fact, Sakyo would probably be fine with any of the 42 movies they could throw his way. An enjoyer of bad movies, he was, and while Ran took offense to the idea that the Barbie cinematic universe had bad movies (it did, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t take offense to it), it did mean he’d be willing to watch almost anything. “Didn’t we agree that it might feel a little too close to home for a certain someone? Royal duties and all.”

“Hmm, right… not to mention idk if Tsuzuroon would find it ‘omg relatable!’ or ‘yikes, relatable.’”

Ran gave her chair another spin. “Which sucks, because it’s one of our best bets. They don’t even hold hands until after they’re engaged I’m pretty sure.”

Kazunari stretched his arms over his head, cracking his spine (impressive, considering he was still laying down.) “Which reminds me, we gotta ix-nay on considering any movies with an iss-kay. Else Azamin'll bolt.”

Ran pursed her lips in thought. “That’s what, Barbie Diaries, A Fashion Fairytale, A Fairy Secret… do they kiss in Nutcracker?”

“Doesn’t matter, those dance scenes are definitely too long for some of us.” Yuki let out a sigh that would sound sarcastic to the untrained ear, but his companymates knew better. “But there go my chances to watch Fashion Fairytale. Again.”

“I keep offering to watch it with you, but you’re always busy.”

“I have entrance exams to get ready for.”

“Laaaaaame.”

Yuki ignored Ran’s whiny “owww” when he threw the stuffed hamster he was basing Kazunari’s costume off of at her.

“Come on, y’all, don’t be mean to Hamucchi!” Kazunari chided. “Look, it’s my fault 12 Dancing Princesses is off the table; I can ignore the color palette if you think the others would like it.”

“The Hyodos would get a kick out of it for sure,” Yuki mused. “Muku too.”

There were plenty of people who would like that one, with its focus on family and making a difference. Plus, there were dance scenes and the music “slaps,” according to Ran. As much as Mendelssohn's Allegro Vivace from Symphony #4 Op.90 “Italian" could slap. (Again, Ran would argue that it could slap a lot. Yuki wasn't sure the rest of the dorm would agree.)

“We can probably put Princess and the Pauper back on the table too, in that case,” Ran suggested, getting up from the chair. “Just because it’s a little relatable doesn’t mean they’d hate it. Plus, Anneliese gets to do what she wants and Erika does pay off the debt and chase her dreams.”

The other two hummed in agreement. Honestly, they could probably just ask Citron, since he was already in support of watching this sort of thing.

Ran clapped her hands once. “Ok, we’ve thrown around and shot down a lot of ideas, so!” She wheeled out a whiteboard with all the Barbie movies written out on it, which made Yuki snap his head up from his embroidery with a start. “Let’s recap.”

“I’m sorry, what? Where the hell did that come from?”

“It’s totally normal to have a whiteboard ready for settling debates, Yukki,” Kazunari pointed out.

“I get that, but we’re in my room? Since when did we have that??”

Ran ignored him. “We’re cutting out sequels, movies with kisses, and movies with Barbie as herself.” She carefully crossed out each movie that missed the cut, with a note for why on each one. “Thumbelina is… oh yeah, Thumbelina. I forgot that one existed.”

“Boring,” Yuki supplied, still frowning at the whiteboard that seemingly materialized out of thin air in his dorm room.

Ran nodded and marked it off. “True. Not bad, but boring. Nutcracker is similarly slow. Mermaid Tale and—wait, fuck, they kiss in Rapunzel. But it’s like, at the wedding. Does that count? Is that a problem??”

“Honestly?” Kazunari offered. “I have no clue.”

“It’s not his thing, but I don’t think he’d be completely against watching a Barbie movie, so we can probably just ask him,” said Yuki.

“I’ll LIME him now!”

Ran continued sorting out the list in the meanwhile. Island Princess, while a certified banger of a film, had the whole long lost parents plot point, which for some members of the company could make it their favorite or could make it too hard to watch. They had too much self respect for Princess and the Popstar to be on the table. And while a lot of fun, Diamond Castle had a few too many plot holes for some of the more quality-driven members like Banri and Tasuku. (There was no real way of framing this to be for acting, they had already reluctantly conceded.)

“Ok, honestly, I think we’re being too nice. If we’re not watching something pre-2011 we’re not doing it right.”

“You think, Yukki?”

“Yeah, just cross those out now. Why is Princess Power still on the table?”

“Valid! Plus it’s kinda ironic, but I’d put money on Itaroon hating Video Game Hero.”

Ran obliged by the new decision and crossed out everything remaining after Three Musketeers. She wasn’t a big fan of the “everything after that era sucks” mindset, but she had to agree that the original, fairytale-inspired movies were for the most part the best movies. Consider herself old-fashioned, but case in point: Yuki grew up in the modern Barbie era and he preferred the OGs too. “That narrows it down to seven we haven’t ruled out, plus two maybes.”

“Oh, Azamin answered me!” Kazunari exclaimed. “He said, ‘what why.’ No punctuation all lowercase. Sounds like a good sign to me!”

“Make that six still up and three maybes.”

The three self-proclaimed (unchallenged) Barbie connoisseurs continued to discuss the movies left on the board. There were reasons to watch each of them, but every time the answer seemed clear, something would come to mind that put a wrench in their plans. And then, someone would provide a counter argument that managed to write off the problem and leave the movie on the board. The very important, very academically sound debate was, once again, going nowhere.

A knock on the door startled them out of their Magic of Pegasus argument. They turned their heads to see an unexpected face pop in. “Hey, Izumi’s wondering if you’re planning on coming down for dinner sometime this year.”

“Oh, Itaroon!” Kazunari flashed a greeting peace sign. “Sorry, guess we lost track of time. This is a majorly important topic.”

Itaru stuck his head in further to see what could possibly be so important that they were already thirty minutes late to Omi’s slow-cooked brisket. “Operation: Get the Dorm to Watch a Barbie Movie and then Preferably More After That? First of all, kind of a shitty operation name. Second, you haven’t just settled for Princess and the Pauper yet? I’m pretty sure it’s the best one.”

Yuki gave him a surprised glance. “You’ve seen it?”

“I grew up with an older sister in the aughts. I’ve seen most of the OGs. Personally, I’m a Fairytopia kind of guy, but I think PatP is like the universal right answer?”

“Fairytopia’s a good one too,” Ran mumbled, glancing back at the list again.

“You're not wrong, Itaroon, but,” Kazunari frowned. “All of these ones are good, but we wanna choose the best one, y’know? If we ever get to this totally hypothetical situation where we carry out this plan we probably only get one chance.”

Itaru sat down on the seat previously occupied by Ran. He laced his fingers together, studying the list intently. “Ngl, you can probably cross out Mariposa. Great movie, but if you don’t watch Fairytopia first, the beginning’s gonna make no sense.”

Yuki shuddered, struck by the unpleasant thought of trying to sit through a 75 minute movie with Tenma’s constant comments of “no go back who the hell is Bibble!?” ringing in his ears.

“Objectively,” Ran put a hand to her chin, “I think the best movie to convert others to the pink side is actually probably Christmas Carol. But if it’s not around Christmas time Sakyo might see it as a personal attack.”

“I think it’s more like Azamin or Settzer might see the chance to make it a personal attack,” Kazunari corrected. "Frooch'd be chill."

“Maybe you’re thinking too much in terms of just the movie?” Itaru suggested. “Like, maybe it’s good, but will you want to watch another one after it?”

“I’m the wrong person to answer that,” Ran noted, pushing Kazunari’s legs aside and sinking to the couch in semi-defeat. It had been almost an hour at this point. Why couldn’t they just pick a movie and be done with it? Curse the Mankai Company and their “high standards” and “adult tastes.”

Kazunari patted her shoulder sympathetically, while Yuki, the most unbiased one of them when it came to this sort of thing, took the question into consideration. “I think the only ones that fit that criteria are Princess and the Pauper, Fairytopia, and Magic of Pegasus. Christmas Carol too, but like we said, only in the right season.”

“Well damn, Konomi loved all of those,” Itaru said in a serious tone. “The final boss is upon us.”

—

“So do you think he like died?” Banri finally asked. “It’s been ten minutes.”

Muku let out a soft gasp. “Or what if a portal opened up on the way to Tenma and Yuki’s room!?”

“Or he died,” Masumi repeated.

“Nothing of the sort happened,” Sakyo snapped. “But really, how long does it take to drag some people down for dinner?”

Silence fell over the table as they listened for any sign of their four missing members, but all was quiet.

Taichi swallowed his mouthful of food. “...so anyone wanna watch Life in the Dreamhouse after dinner tonight?”

“Ooh, sure!” “Why not?” “Sounds good.” “Hell yeah.”

#ran is just me and is therefore a barbie expert around these parts #i have not thought of her backstory or traits or anything of the sort but hell if i'm not gonna write a whole barbie themed drabble anyway #‘that song’ is queen of the waves Eris version btw lol #a3! yume tag #this was actually done for a few days but I was nervous about posting for some reason

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hey-its-cweepy · 1 year

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Orange is Jasper

Blue is Casper

And Purple is both!

Name: Jasper and Casper Aponi

Gender: Male (He/Him)

Twisted of: Enerfly and Enefly

Ages: 20

Birthday: June 20th

Star sign: Gemini

Height: 6'3

Hair color: Red to yellow to green//Dark purple to light purple to blue

Eye color: Red and Blue

Occupation: Student

Dorm: Kowainyan (by @silent-dragon! And part of @hourglassstationacademy!)

School year: 4th year

Club: Sorcery

Best subject: Botany and Herbals

Dominant hand: Right//Left

Likes: Nature, singing, motivating and helping others//Nature, sweets, sleeping in the sun

Dislikes: Bland food, thunderstorms, scary movies//Liars, laziness, strong smells (especially lavender)

Favorite food: Herbal tea//Cola drinks

Least favorite food: Bland food//Unknown

Hobbies: Making tea, drawing, singing//Napping, sewing, item collecting

Personality: Jasper is a total sweetheart and always tries to support others in whatever way he can! He loves motivating people to bring out their best selves! Casper however, is almost the polar opposite- he's a bit moody and cant stand being around people that are sad or very arrogant. He can unintentionally come across as very blunt and aggressive at times, even if he doesn't mean it

Unique Magics: Lets go go go!: The user's magic grants themselves and others a magic boost, its limited to 3 people (including themselves)//Turn it down: The user temporarily lowers the effectiveness of the opponents magic to boost their own magic

#Jasper Aponi #Casper Aponi #The Aponi Twins #twisted wonderland #twist #twist oc #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #twisted oc #twst #oc art #twist fandorm #fandorm oc #twst fandorm #twisted wonderland fandorm #fandorm

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wanou-dorm · 1 year

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HSA Student porfile - Maroba Harudora

Name: Maroba Harudora

Based on: Magalor

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿:Male (He/him)

𝗔𝗴𝗲: 18

𝗕𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆: October 24

𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻: Scorpio

𝗛𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁: 154 cm/ 5’1

𝗘𝘆𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿: Blue

𝗛𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿: platinum blonde with Blue streaks

𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗦

𝗗𝗼𝗿𝗺: Dreamy Star by @twsted-princess

𝗦𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿: Second

𝗖𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀: 2-A

𝗢𝗰𝗰𝘂𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: Student

𝗖𝗹𝘂𝗯: Drama club( This makes too much sense Considering Magolor )

𝗕𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗯𝗷𝗲𝗰𝘁: Elemental Arts , Marketing ,

Homeland: Planet Halbrax / Scalding Sands

Sexuality: Pansexual

𝗙𝗨𝗡 𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗦:

𝗗𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱: Left

𝗙𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗱: Nikuman( Steamed Pork Buns) , Apples

𝗟𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗱: Circus Peanuts

Likes: Pranks, Schemes , Money! , Amusement parks, Carnivals , Books

𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀: …Ronnie(he can See through you tricks boy ) , Rachel (Rival) , Getting Scammed , Crowns .

𝗛𝗼𝗯𝗯𝘆: Fucking with People , Theater , Drawing ,cooking

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀: Charisma, Persuasion , Acting , Magic, Making profits, Pranks, R/Petty Revenge

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬:

On The Surface , Maroba seems to be Shy and studious and Polite , Young Man . However While he Is studious he Definitely isn’t Shy polar opposite his rather Sociable and friend .Maroba dose not know what cause his Spike in popularity though He is Rather Charismatic and likes making Big impression , Teasing people and Showing off . However Maroba is much more Logically inclined in other words in other words

“ While I don’t Believe in Luck ,I make a Profit from Poisenalle when They need Good luck charms and since Rachel is gone I can expand My “fairly” price Ventures .~”

, He Also Kind of A little Bastard he has knack of being able to persuade people into doing things for him without causing any suspicion . Which way Ronnie is On his Fuck off List , Maroba has Seen Every Tactic Of his,cause Maroba has Them Used on people . Maroba Hopes to See the Day Ronnie gets himself in Trouble for it.

Maroba dose like Joke about doing” Evil” Schemes even making Only for that Scheme To be a small bit of Mischief.

Maroba is a Rather Prodigious Mage so if You Try and Attack him he’s probably going to summon a Portal To Teleport you away.

Unique Magic

Under My Control

A rather Powerful Unique Magic That Maroba has access to he assigns a Specific Phrase for Everyone for Activation All he has to is Speak it the Person will Fall limp and He can Make thier Body Do what He Wants… The Draw back is the Person is Still Conscious and These Phrases are Ridiculous sounding

so For example Maroba just doesn’t say Pancakes and Rubina falls on her Face (this Definitely did not actually happen. )

By the Way Rubina and Flynn’s Phrases Are Burgertime and Magically Delicious Pancakes

Trivia

Maroba Is Left handed cause Magalor is often Depicted as Primarily left handed

Maroba Popularity is Mainly due to Fact that Magolor has Been mentioned or Appeared in. Most games after Return to Dreamland

Maroba is mainly Popular cause his Cute and Polite , He dosent Mind cause that earns more Business .

Maroba Kinda Is unaware about his Cuteness As Everyone one his Planet would be considered “cute” infact on Halbrax he was considered Handsome .

Those Things on his Head are Ears Even though they look more like horns

Apparently He know a Zane Svärdstav (Zan Partizanne) and Often Teases him calling Sauerkraut

Apparently This his Revenge For Being called a Blueberry

This is also Reference to When The Mage Sisters were announced as Dream friends Magolor called Zan Partizanne parmesan cheese". This was his payback to Zan Partizanne calling him an Egg in a previous Twitter post.

He Apparently doesn’t like Crowns on Peoples Head and On a Visit around the Dorms of NRC Requested Riddle and Vil to Take thiers off .

He Freezes When a Crown is Placed on his Head,it’s unknown why But he States “he never wants to Be Like that again .

He Lives in Scalding Sands cause it Feels like Home .

If He’s Mad He sounds rather Scary

Maroba Also Like being In Villian Roles but He says He likes also likes playing Turncoats and Double Agents.

Tends to Hang Around Sento a lot .

Tends to Congratulate people Using Bravo and Had a large Vocabulary

He’s Apparently good at Driving Large Machine

he doesn’t like to admit that his Kinda Gluttonus

Gabrielle reminds him the Dragons like creature he used to see on his homeplanet.

Voice Claim

Ramura Amemura( Yes His voice Sounds that deep when his Mad or irritated but Regular Ramura is his Actual voice )

youtube

Theme Songs

(Normal)

Magalor the Distance Traveler

youtube

Under My Control

youtube

Crowned

youtube

Juno ver

youtube

#magolor #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twisted oc #twisted wonderland oc #twst fandorm #twst oc #kirby #twst sprite edits #twisted wonderland sprites #maroba harudora #fandorm #disney twst #hourglassstationacademy #Youtube

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hornyanimegirl · 1 year

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Hii! I've just enjoyed your wonderful tsukasa eishi piece and say that your requests are open! I'd like to request a fic for another underappreciated food wars character: somei saito! Maybe something where they went from friends to lovers and kinda fell apart but are still pining for eachother years later with a happy ending? If you don't like it no worries I really enjoyed reading your tsukasa fic and I'm about to dive into you jjk ones! :D

Pining for you

featuring . . . SOMEI SAITO

warnings/includes . . . angst and fluff

notes . . . sorry this took me so long and I'm glad you enjoyed my Tsukasa one shot as I was really proud of it. I hope you enjoy my jjk ones and I hope you enjoy this piece just as much!

"Saito catch me!"

You and Saito had been bestfriends since childhood. You guys had done everything together. Stuck together like glue. You guys had been there for each other through the happiest and toughest times.

“SAITO WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR FACE”

There was a scar coming across the bridge of his nose and all Saito did was rub the back of his neck sheepishly.

It had been obvious to your parents and to your friends at the time that you and Saito really liked each other. It was bound to happen sooner or later.

“I like you, do you want to be my girlfriend”

The confession had shocked you. You had spent days in your room trying to get over the crush you had on your bestfriend because you thought he would never like you back. So you thought the best course of action would be to bottle up these feelings until they disappeared because you didn’t want to ruin your friendship.

If it was even possible after you guys started dating you had gotten even closer. But it didn’t last very long. When you and Saito got accepted into the cooking school of your dreams everything changed.

Girls started noticing him, asking to hang out or for his number. You were jealous, you knew you shouldn’t have been since he was your boyfriend and not theirs so you never brought it up. But then he joined the Elite Ten, and you joined the Polar Star dormitory.

At that point you two were part of completely different worlds. He was literally famous in this school, and everyone else considered you a nobody. Saito never had time for you anymore, and your relation turned into one in name only.

You had cried to your dorm mates about it. Asking for advice on what to do. But they said if this is hurting you so much you should just break it off. It’s not worth staying in a relationship with someone who didn’t have time for you.

And so that’s what you did. You broke up with him, and you tried to forget the way he happily greeted you and the way his face fell at the news. You knew you should have, but you didn’t wait for an answer knowing he would persuade you to stay.

And now you’re trying to heal from your first heartbreak. Trying to forget about the man who stole your heart. But instead of that you stole longing looks at your ex-boyfriend and he would return them. It was much harder to forget about him then you thought it would be.

You didn’t know what to do, you wanted to be with him again so bad. Feeling strange the way you guys don’t even talk to each other anymore. But you didn’t want a repeat of the last time. You wanted someone who actually cared, and it didn’t feel like Saito did.

So this time, you would bottle it up. Close yourself off, and hope that this time the feelings in the bottle would actually disappear.

#food wars #food wars x reader #food wars x reader angst #food wars x reader fluff #food wars x reader one shot #food wars one shot #food wars angst #food wars fluff #somei saito x reader #somei saito x reader angst #somei saito x reader fluff #somei saiito

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anime-captured · 1 year

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Polar Star Dorm

#shokugeki no soma #food wars 2 #anime scenery #2016 anime #s anime #f anime

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mono-dot-jpeg · 2 years

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hold my hand, not the food - s. yukihira

summary; pining for soma has never been a more frustrating task especially when soma is an oblivious idiot most of the time.

genre; comedy, fluff, i love soma so much, he's a stupid boy but he's my stupid boy <3, unrequited love but not really, drabbles

[gender neutral reader]

prompt; 12, "did you know that sea otters hold hands?"

[my drabble list]

a/n; i do drabbles so i will gladly steal my own prompt to write this. i hope you enjoy. sorry for such late posts

it was a normal day at the polar star dorms. though it was a break for all students this time around, which is surprising for everyone. but no one is complaining except for soma.

"i'm bored!" he hadn't gone back to his hometown this break and decided to spend it in the dorms with you. "y/n..." he drags your name out as you sit and watch him whine.

"oh my poor boy needs more attention that isn't from his significant other." you take one hand to cup under his chin and press your fingers against his cheeks to give him an adorable pout on his lips. he looks at you with beady eyes. "poor soma."

"this isn't a joke!" he moves out of your grip and moves to wraps his arms around your waist to hug you. burying his head onto your stomach as he's grumbling.

"and here i thought you would love to spend time with me." you joked, gently threading your fingers through his hair.

"i do..." his words are muffled but you understand.

'would you like some random facts?" he nods. "well, did you know that sea otters hold hands while they sleep so they don't stray away?" as you speak, your hand travels to soma's shoulder to his hand that was held behind your back.

the red-headed male tries to turn his hand around to hold yours but fails in doing so. "are you saying i'm a sea otter?"

"well, you have the cute energy of one." you laughed, grabbing his hand and moving it to kiss his palm. "i love you so much."

"you would love me if i was a worm, right?" he wiggles his fingers as you struggle to hold them as he giggles.

"yes, i would, you big baby." you paused for a moment, "you were definitely the kind of kid who ate dirt."

"no!" he huffed, "i ate glue actually!"

#mono's drabbles #food wars fanfic #food wars shokugeki no soma #food wars x reader #food wars anime #yukihira soma x reader #shokugeki no soma x reader #soma x reader #soma yukihira

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justminawrites · 10 months

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tell me, why does home taste like you?

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Summary: Souma finds himself wondering what to do after Central decides to shut Polar Star down for good. A one-shot that takes place the night before the shokugeki with Eizan, in season 3.

“I can’t stand it!”

“Yuuki?”

“I don’t want the dorm to close! I want to stay here.. and cook with everyone, just like we used to!”

Yukihira Souma stared out the window of his room in uncharacteristic silence as he pondered the events of the past two days.

A new director, Nakiri Azami, had taken over and imposed a mandatory shutdown of all the clubs and research societies not directly approved by the also new student-run organisation, Central, that had replaced the Elite Ten. That included the Polar Star Dormitory, since it was technically housing students on school grounds. Naturally Tōtsuki students had contested this the way they had contested everything– through numerous declarations of shokugekis, though that might be extremely short-lived if what they’d seen on TV today was any indication.

Biased votes were one thing, but simply refusing to eat the opposing contestant’s food? That was a low blow, even for this pompous, gourmet-worshipping establishment.

Souma let out a frustrated sigh and struck his fist against the window pane with a thump; only ten days left to vacate the place.. no, there had to be something he could do. Surely Isshiki-senpai would have some idea, he was two seats higher on the Elite 10 than Eizan was; not to mention he was more attached to the dorm than any of them, but they hadn’t seen Isshiki Satoshi around at all lately– maybe Central had their claws in him too.

Souma rose and decided to head down to the kitchen; cooking always helped him take his mind off things in the past, maybe inspiration would strike him while he was at it. Turning the key, he slipped out of room 303 and down the staircase, careful not to wake anyone while he was at it- sleep would be a luxury they couldn’t afford soon- but when the entrance to the kitchen loomed in front of him his feet turned the corner and took him out to the lobby instead. Fumio-san had always imposed a 1:00 a.m. curfew for as long as he’d been here, often to deter young delinquent chefs like him from sneaking out to get groceries at the dead of night, but today the front door was unlocked without a care. This dorm business must be getting to her too.

Souma walked out into the cold night air and prayed it wouldn’t rain.

The sky was cloudier today, no doubt a result of the bad weather they’d been having all week, but a sliver of white moon shone brightly in the sky, surrounded by a smattering of tiny stars. He would miss this view. Souma held out his arm like he was trying to catch the faint light in his palm and hold it with him forever.

The memory came to him then, swift and unforgiving.

“Hey.. Pops?”

“What is it, Souma?”

“What did this dorm mean to you anyway?”

Jōichirō had smiled in the way he always did when he didn’t intend on answering Souma’s question.

“It was fun.. A place where we could all freely experience each other’s cooking.”

Souma looked up to find himself wandering Isshiki’s garden, he’d ended up tracing the usual path they took every other morning, navigating his way between the leafy crop and the fenced tomatoes. He crouched down beside the cabbages and stared deeply into the dirt, like he’d find some kind of answer from the worms crawling around.

This was stupid, he thought peevishly as the worm crawled up his shoe; honestly, this whole school was stupid. What kind of dumb, holier-than-thou elitist thought that removing extracurriculars would bring the school closer to better cooking– no correct cooking? The right way of doing things. He reminded Souma of his daughter to the T, but it was actually the other way around now, wasn’t it.

Souma frowned as he flicked the worm off. Erina had internalised her father’s teachings so deeply that she’d probably built her personality around rejecting anything Azami didn’t approve of– but he wasn’t ready to unpack all that. Especially not the previous director, Nakiri Senzaemon, showing up at the dorm in order to beg for his help.

“Pops would know what to do,” he said quietly to no one in particular; it was true. His six-foot-three, ever-aggravating, cooking prodigy of a father always had the solution to any problem, no matter what life threw at him. If only he was around to actually give him the advice he needed.

Souma flicked open his phone screen and pressed the redial button; the phone rang once, twice, and then–

“Hello-”

“Pops?”

“-you’ve reached Yukihira.. if it’s urgent please leave a message. Not you though, Gin.”

Voicemail, as usual. He sighed and made his way to the workshop next.

Though it was technically rented, everyone in the dorm had affectionately dubbed it Shun’s Workshop, since every time Shun disappeared, which was often, there was about a ninety percent chance you’d find him here.

Souma ran his fingers along the grooves and etchings of the handmade table and inhaled the faint smell of smoke. Eizan would probably tear this place down too, the bastard. This, the garden, Ryōko’s lab, Yuuki’s farm pens; and he’d do it without a second thought.

He could see his senior’s smug face in front of him, clear as day. What’s the matter Yukihira.. finally accepted defeat?

Souma pressed his hands against his face and tried his best not to scream. This school may be stupid and skewed but his friends didn’t deserve this. They were all talented chefs who’d worked hard to get to where they were, and if there was one thing good about this backwards institution, it was that they could all come back home and rant about it together.

He blinked away tears.

Home.

How long had it been since he’d called anywhere home?

They used to live in the suburbs near his school, but after his mother died, Souma and his dad had moved into the apartment above Yukihira’s instead. The closest he could come to it was probably the diner itself, he’d spent nearly all his long nights in its kitchens, often sleeping over when his father was away on business trips. Kiyo-san used to come by to babysit occasionally, much to his chagrin, and his middle school friends had loved to watch him cook free food but hardly anyone had seen him out of its four walls.

The Polar Star Dormitory was a strong contender too, if he was being honest. Even though the place was huge, with fifty bedrooms and an endless square footage of land that encompassed even a lake, he’d never really felt alone here.

There was always someone in the kitchens, or the garden. Isshiki-senpai would pop out from the built in Ceiling Area (how did he get up there in the first place?) or whisper suspiciously into the speaking tubes that ran through the whole building; Yuuki’s wild game would escape her room at least once a week and turn the place into NatGeo; and they would receive fire hazard notices on a regular basis because of Shun’s ‘creative directions’.

The noise and laughter was often infectious and Souma had begun to rely on it to get him through the week. They’d barely made it through their gruelling Stagiaires and the Moon Banquet Festival in the last few months, but the dorm had always been here, steady and constant as its matron, ready to welcome them back with open arms and a warm meal.

Souma checked his phone and swore under his breath. A matron who’d most likely locked him out by now. No matter how much Megumi vouched for it, he had no intention of spending the night in the barn.

Souma turned and ran back to the main door, relieved to find it still open, quietly shook off his shoes and padded his way up the polished stairwell.

He was about to go into his room when a small creak caught his attention. The door to the room next to his was slightly ajar - Was Tadokoro awake? - hinges fallen victim to the breeze he’d let into the house when he’d come in.

Souma hesitated before gently nudging it open to find moonlight spilling through the windows and illuminating a room identical to his, save for a figure curled on the bed, her dark blue tresses like ink on the white sheets and eyes that were very clearly shut tight.

He knew he should close the door, knew he should leave her to rest instead of bothering her with his dumb feelings, but his feet remained rooted to the spot. He waited a few seconds and then–

“Tadokoro,” he whispered softly, not moving from the doorway, “Are you asleep?”

“Mmm?” The girl replied, turning the other way and jostling the blanket in the process.

Of course she’s asleep, you idiot, he berated himself, Just like you should be if you’re going to wake up tomorrow and figure out what to do.

“Soum.. Hah.. Souma-kun?” Megumi said, yawning. She’d turned back around and cracked open one eye blearily to find the redheaded boy looking at her guiltily, unable to move from his place at the door.

“Are ya.. alright?”

“Uhm.. yeah. All good here. Sorry I disturbed you. I was just checking to make sure, y’know.. stuff.” He finished lamely, looking anywhere but her eyes.

Megumi blinked a few times, sensing the lie, and then pulled the covers off one corner of the bed to make room for him.

“S’okay..” She patted the empty space beside her like an invitation.

“What’s wrong?”

Souma reluctantly shuffled in but sat at foot of the bed frame instead.

If her mother were here, Megumi knew she’d be on the receiving end of the worst scolding of her life and she’d deserve it too. A boy in her room in the dead of night, it was so far from proper that she might as well be digging herself an early grave, but she was barely awake and her senses had dulled everything into a dream-like quality.

Dim light flickered through the window and highlighted the panes of Souma’s face, the steady curve of his nose, his sharp jaw and the slightly puckered scar on his left eyebrow. Except those eyebrows were now furrowed in a mixture of concern and frustration.

She waited for him to say something but he simply stared at the mattress in front of him intently, like he was burning a hole through it with his eyes. Megumi reached out an arm to pet his hair, but his hand caught it first and unconsciously threaded his fingers through hers as he looked up at her.

“Tadokoro,” he began, looking at their intertwined hands like they were the most normal thing in the world, “I’m scared.”

Megumi opened her eyes a little more. It had been hard to see before, but the red rimmed eyes and the faint spots of wetness on his tracksuit spelled out that he’d been crying.

“S’okay,” she soothed again, trying not to think too much about why the strongest person she knew at this school was holding her hand like he was about to break.

“We all get scared sometimes, Souma-kun. You don’t hafta be strong all the time.”

He closed his eyes like he was absorbing her words, like he was letting them sink into his skin.

“I mean look at me,” she smiled sleepily, her accent running rampant, “Ah’m always scared, panickin’ like a cricket in fishin’ season. But Ah’m still here, aint I?”

Souma snorted, slipping his hand out of hers just as quickly, and clutched his stomach to keep himself from laughing.

“Ah’m.. still.. cricket..” He choked out, unable to form the words as he nearly toppled back. Megumi stopped smiling when she saw his reaction.

“Souma-kun, don’t tease!” She mumbled into her pillow mortified as he snickered again.

“Tadokoro! What do you take me for? I would never,” he vowed as he proceeded to do just that.

“Ah’m as serious as can be– serious as a ‘ard ‘addack.”

“Oh, you’re terrible.” Megumi moped, hiding her face under the covers. The laughter faded and she peeked one eye out to see Souma staring right past her.

It was nothing new, she’d seen him zone out plenty of times, but it seemed different this time. Sadder somehow. He was probably driving himself crazy trying to figure out how to postpone their early eviction, a very Souma-like thing to do, but even she knew that it was too much to hope for a breakthrough. Eizan-senpai had rigged the shokugeki as he would no doubt do again and again, if there was anyone left to challenge him that is. The performance today may have broken most, if not all their spirits.

“Souma-kun?” His eyes slid to her face on cue but they were still a million miles away.

“Don’t worry about the dorm okay.. we’ll figure something out.”

“Mhm.” He nodded vacantly, still lost in thought.

She wished she could bring him back with words alone, but that had never worked with Souma. Apart from challenging him to a shokugeki on the spot, she doubted many things could get through the bubble of pressure he’d locked himself in. Poor, selfless Souma-kun, she thought. It must be hard to constantly be protecting.

Megumi didn’t know when she’d begun noticing the changes but once she had she couldn’t stop.

Souma’s hair grown longer over the summer, the unruliness almost endearing now, and his face had gotten leaner. The shadows under his eyes were darker than she’d remembered, he was barely getting any sleep before, and she’d caught a glimpse of a few more burn marks on his hand than last time. No doubt from the stone oven they’d used at the Moon Banquet Festival. He’d been so insistent about not using gloves too– its gotta to feel authentic, Tadokoro.

She looked up to see that Souma had gone back to glaring at the floor now, brows scrunched together like he could simply will a solution into existence.

Without thinking, Megumi reached out her arm again and this time, gently traced the scar on his eyebrow with her thumb. To her surprise, he leaned into the touch, the fog in his eyes clearing as her warm hand cupped his cheek, and lazily drew over the edges of the wound. The dreamy quality of the night returned and she could feel herself emboldened by its ambience.

“Souma-kun?”

“Mm?” He intoned, his eyes drooping. She paused for a second.

“Your scar is cool.”

“Hm?” He was awake again.

Stupid, stupid, stupid, she scolded, withdrawing her hand in absolute shame. She could’ve said anything in that moment but she went with ‘your scar is cool’? Kami-sama– why, why am I like this?

Souma gave her a strange look and then cracked a grin.

“Isn’t it? It’s actually an incredible story.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I got it fighting off a customer actually. He was trying to leave without paying.”

Megumi gave him a disbelieving look and he pretended to sulk.

“You don’t believe me.” he huffed, offended.

“I didn’t say that, Souma-kun.”

“He had a knife, Tadokoro. A knife.”

“A tiny knife?” She asked, suppressing a smile.

“Kick me while I’m down, why don’t you.” He grumbled halfheartedly, turning his back to her.

She watched him, absent-mindedly counting the freckles on back of his neck; one, two, fifteen in total, and resisted the urge to connect them into tiny constellations. A few seconds of comfortable silence passed, and then..

“Tadokoro?” He said, still not looking at her.

“Yeah?”

“Why’d you stick around?”

“Souma-kun?”

“At the Moon Banquet Festival.”

“O-Oh,” she felt her anxiety kick in, trickling into her chest like in a steady stream, “I’m sorry if I held you back Souma-kun, I was just.. just trying to help.. I..“

“What! No that’s not what I– Tadokoro. Tadokoro.”

Megumi made a sound that was halfway between a sigh and a sob and tried to bury her head back under the blanket so he wouldn’t see the tears welling up in her eyes. Souma wouldn’t let her off so easily and tried his level best to pull her back out. After two full minutes of pulling, he admitted defeat and turned back around.

“I meant–” he began, giving the blanket a sideways glance, “–when everything was going wrong, why’d you stay? I didn’t even put your name on the application form y’know. You wouldn’t have gotten expelled, if you left.”

She said nothing.

Just when Souma thought she’d fallen asleep, the weight on the bed shifted and Megumi sat down on the floor beside him, setting the blanket over both of their shoulders as she did so. Her eyes were clear and bright, no sign of exhaustion in them.

“Don’t be silly Souma-kun,” she said matter-of-factly, “I woulda gotten expelled months ago, if it weren’t for you.”

“This isn’t like–“

“–at camp.” She nodded as she drew her knees to her chest and hugged them.

“That was about justice, Tadokoro. You didn’t deserve to be failed over a mistake he’d made.”

“There is no justice in Tōtsuki, Souma-kun.” Megumi looked at him strangely, as though he should’ve figured this out by now. He opened his mouth to correct her but no words came out. She was right. This was a school where students could simply be expelled over a subpar dish and the teachers wouldn’t bat an eyelash.

“And besides,” she continued, looking away, “It wasn’t like that at all. You coulda given up on me too, but you didn’t.”

“If I had been better, we could’ve beaten him,” Souma admitted sheepishly, crossing his arms, “It wasn’t supposed to be your battle to fight.”

Megumi laughed, much to his embarrassment, and subtly scooted closer, resting her head on his shoulder.

“I wish I’d seen Shinomiya-senpai’s face when you walked into his restaurant,” she said finally, a small smile on her face, “For the Stagiaire.”

Now it was Souma’s turn to laugh as he remembered his mentor’s disgruntled expression.

“Oh man, I thought he was going to strangle me on the spot,” he recounted excitedly, “Hey, remember that time he fired someone at camp for wearing scented shampoo?”

“Souma-kun, you didn’t.” Megumi looked like she was switching between impressed and horrified at his blatant disregard for his own well-being. He flashed her a wicked grin.

“And the best part was–“

“–Souma-kun!” She interrupted, scandalised.

“The best part was-“ Souma repeated, like what he’d done wasn’t pure madness, “- he didn’t even notice, Tadokoro. I’m starting to think that camp was just an excuse for them to have us do free labour so they wouldn’t have to feed all those people.”

“Honestly, I didn’t mind it that much,” she confessed, looking down at her hands, “It made me feel good to know that people were enjoying my food.”

“For free,” he chided, but didn’t try to correct her, “I get where you’re coming from though. Giving out samples was the only part of the Moon Banquet Festival that was actually fun.”

“It reminded me of the time I spent with the old man, back home, before he kept pulling his disappearing act.”

“Oh. Were you alone a lot?”

Souma turned to find Megumi looking at him with something like concern in her eyes and backtracked immediately.

“Uh.. yeah, but not really though. It was all good.. it toughened me up y’know? Now I’m tough as a rock..” He could feel his ears burning and hoped she wouldn’t notice. The last thing he wanted was Tadokoro pitying him when he was supposed to be the one getting them out of this hopeless situation.

“You’re very tough, Souma-kun,” she promised, placing her hand on his shoulder reassuringly, “You challenged the Eight Seat of the Elite Ten to a shokugeki.”

“And a whole lot of good that did us.” He sighed and put his hand over hers. Megumi looked startled by the action, but didn’t pull away.

“Stupid Eizan probably doesn’t even know how to cook.” Souma sulked again, resorting to childish snubs.

“Sure. That’s how Eizan-senpai qualified to be a part of the best ten in a cooking school. Through consulting.” She replied wryly, only half-kidding.

“Yeah you’re right,” he nodded, cupping his chin with his hand, “Still, it feels like he’s got some kind of grudge against this place. You think he didn’t pass Fumio-san’s test or something?”

“Maybe,” Megumi shrugged, pushing away the memory of her initial months of middle school where she herself had fallen victim and slept in the barn, “I do feel bad for Nakiri-san, though.”

“Nakiri?”

He gawked at her like she’d grown two wings and transformed into one of Yuuki’s chickens.

“She won’t have anywhere to hide if the dorm closes,” she explained, much to his bemusement, “She must be feeling terrible about this whole thing.”

“Tadokoro,” Souma turned to her seriously, clasping her arm in his. The one with the scarf, she would’ve noticed, if she weren’t so alarmed. His sudden move took her aback and she found herself pressed against the bed-frame, looking at him with wide eyes as he leaned in closer.

“S-Souma-kun?” He paused, gold eyes flashing.

“Worry about yourself, for once.”

“I’m worried about myself everyday,” she countered, quailing a little under the intensity in his gaze.

“A-And anyway. I can probably find some housing on campus with Yuuki-chan and Ryōko-chan. It might be expensive but if we split the rent I’m sure we can manage.”

“Huh.”

Souma let go of her and crossed his arms again, opting to look at the ceiling instead. He was irritated, that much she could tell. Megumi wasn’t sure what to do at first, in all their time together he’d never really gotten mad at her; so she simply rested her head on her knees and absentmindedly began drawing the ‘person’ kanji (人) on the polished floorboards next to her.

After a few moments she heard him murmur something under his breath.

“You’ve given up too, haven’t you, Tadokoro?”

She stopped mid-way; the words cut deeper than they should have.

He wasn’t wrong. Megumi had spent the whole day helping the Regional Cuisine Research Society pack away their props and recipe books into a school certified lockers; they were forced to donate everything they’d gathered to a local library as soon as possible.

There had been many a breakdown over a paper lantern or a lovingly written essay and whatever little hope she’d hoarded chipped away as the day went by, slowly, steadily; piece by painful piece, until it became clear that there was no way out of this predicament at all. It was either this or guaranteed expulsion, and Megumi didn’t know which one she’d be more ashamed to tell her mother about.

“There’s nothing we can do, Souma-kun.” She said finally, blinking back tears, “Sometimes.. sometimes the world just ain’t right and we just.. we gotta.. get on with it.”

“If that bastard would fight fair, then I know I could take him. We could win.”

His words sounded empty, even to him, like he’d finally run out of confidence and she felt the unspoken question between them grow and swallow her thoughts as the night dragged on– was it still possible to save the dorm?

After an incredibly saturated silence Souma released a puff of breath and adjusted the blanket around their shoulders, pulling her a little closer.

He didn’t want to spend one of his last nights here fighting with his best friend, over something stupid. A delicious warmth enveloped her and Megumi caved into the feeling, resting her head on his chest now, his arm encircling her waist.

“Ryōko-chan said something to me once,” she began, stifling a yawn as the fatigue crept up on her. Souma peeked at her through shuttering eyelids, his own body starting to call it a night.

“She said ‘I didn’t notice it before but Yukihira-kun gets this funny look in his eyes when he’s cooking, like he’s some kind of magician, waiting for you to figure out his trick.’”

“She’s too.. too nice..” He trailed off, trying his best to stay awake.

“Yeah.. but that’s when I realised, Souma-kun.”

“Realised what?”

“Why I liked your cooking so much.”

Souma opened one eye and glanced at her but Megumi had nearly succumbed to sleep, nestled into him like a perfect puzzle piece.

“It’s like.. a little bit of magic.. every.. day..”

It was then that Yukihira Souma made his decision.

Dawn came, quiet and relentless, the first rays of sun washing over room 302 determined to catch the couple in the act, but all they found was a girl huddled under the covers, blue hair spilling out like ink, fast asleep like she’d never been woken at all.

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The next day...

“I’m back!”

The residents of Polar Star Dormitory dropped their makeshift weapons and garden hoses to see a redheaded boy walking through the wrought-iron gates, his smile blinding in light of the evening sun.

Tadokoro Megumi didn’t know when she’d begun crying but as the boy was ambushed by his dorm members with shouts of “You idiot!”, “You left to protect us on your own!” and “That was too reckless, Yukihira.”, it felt like fireworks were going off in her chest every time she took a breath.

“We were all so worried,” she said quietly, the words lost in the general hubbub that surrounded him, but she didn’t mind.

Yukihira Souma glanced at her then, smiling even brighter than before, and for a second it felt like they were the only two people in the entire world.

Tadokoro, what did you think of my magic show? His eyes seemed to say, glinting mischievously as a lopsided grin tugged the corner of his mouth.

You won’t ever listen, will you, Souma-kun? She smiled right back, wiping away the leftover tears on her cheeks, and hurrying down the steps.

“Not just reckless, that was stupid and irresponsible and the worst decision you could have made-“

“My bad, my bad,” he laughed, taking their scolding with good sportsmanship, as he held out an arm in surrender. He played it off well, but Megumi could see the tiredness that radiated from him; the slight slump of his shoulders, the shadows under his eyes. Souma had gone in without a plan, with barely a recipe, betting everything he had left on a shot at proving their worth, and it had taken its toll.

“But seriously.. Thank you, thank you, Yukihira..” Yuuki bawled finally, holding onto Ryōko for dear life as the stress of the day finally caught up to her. The shokugeki challenge, fighting off thugs, saving the dorm; this whole debacle was like something out of a manga.

The corners of his eyes crinkled fondly as he watched Ryōko scold her friend and Yuuki in turn scold Marui for breaking his glasses, finally relaxing as the weight he’d been carrying around for a week released its hold on his heart. Polar Star was theirs. Everyone was safe. He’d pulled off yet another trick– out of luck or sheer audacity, this time, he didn’t want to know.

Megumi took another step forward sensing him slip away again, but he didn’t seem to notice- his mind already moving onto the next question, the next duel, the next everything. What would happen now that he’d won? Who was left to help? He hadn’t heard back from Hayama about the seminar either– had his friend run into some kind of trouble?

Souma’s hand involuntarily tightened on the strap of his bag as he thought about all that was left to do, and she watched him carefully, noticing the way his half-smile dimmed in the span of a few seconds. She couldn’t help but recall the conversation they’d had the night before; how he’d looked almost hurt when she’d admitted she’d lost all hope. It was that same look that had spurred her to take a stance against the fifty thugs that had ambushed the dorm.

Megumi wanted to tell Souma about the siege first, or how they’d defended their dorm against all odds, borrowing baseball bats and shields from Polar Star’s collection of Golden Era memorabilia; she wanted to grab him by the shoulders and berate him for taking on the Ninth Seat of the elite Ten to save her, to save all of them– but some tiny part of her inherently knew what the redhead chef had been waiting to hear all day.

“Souma-kun?”

Souma looked up, eyes clearing as he took her in: the helmet in her arm gleaming proudly as the last rays of sunlight bounced against it and illuminated her soft smile. A warm feeling wrapped itself around his chest like a pair of arms, holding tight enough that he wouldn’t fall– promising him that it was finally time to rest.

He blinked as he glanced around at his friends, their faces flushed gratitude, each one of them fired up to take on whatever Central had in store for the future; the faint spark of hope they’d once lost reignited into a roaring flame– and then back to Megumi, her gold eyes shining with something neither of them were brave enough to name.

“Welcome home.”

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