#yukihira fluff
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Hi! Do you think you could do a fluff of soma x reader or an akira x reader from food wars? Everything else is up to you! ☺️
FOOD WARS MEN REACTING TO YOU BUYING FAST FOOD
featuring . . . SOMA YUKIHIRA, AKIRA HAYAMA, RYO KUROKIBA
includes . . . just a bunch of fluff
notes . . . im sorry this took so long, it took me forever to come up with this. i really like the way it turned out, and I hope you do too. please enjoy <3
Soma Yukihira
You had a long day at school, which included you waking up late and rushing to get ready for the day. And, when your day finally seemed to get better, you had an argument with your teacher that caused you to stay after class and arrive late to the dorm.
You were exhausted, and didn’t want to cook yourself dinner, so you ordered some of your favorite food. Knowing that this was less work for you, so as you waited for the delivery to arrive, you could take a shower and relax.
When you heard knocks on the door, you calmly walked to get your food. But, to your surprise, someone was already down there. Soma, a boy that stole your heart and vice versa, was standing by the closed door with the bag in his hands looking at it confused.
“Soma that’s mine, you can give it to me”
Soma turned in your direction, and upon seeing you his lips turned into a bright smile. He completely disregarded the bag in his hands, throwing it on the floor so he could go and hug you.
“SOMA, MY FOOD”
You didn’t think he was listening to you as he smothered your face in kisses. But, once the word “food” slipped from your mouth, he stopped his movement.
“What food” He asked tilting his head like a lost puppy, making you let out a chuckle.
“The bag you just dropped is full of food sweetheart”
Soma needed a few seconds to process the situation before his face scrunched up in confusion.
“Why didn’t you just ask me to cook you some food”
The small pout set on his lips caused your face to soften at his adorable expression.
“I didn’t know where you were, and I was very hungry, so I just ordered some”
Honestly, you hadn’t even thought of asking Soma to cook you dinner. Your mind fogged with exhaustion; you just did the first thing that came to mind.
“Oh, okay then”
Soma looked pleased with your answer, as he went to grab your food that thankfully landed up right.
“Just come to me next time you don’t want to cook, ok? Oh, and you have to share your food now”
His beaming smile melted your heart, and of course you agreed. How could you say no to him?
Akira Hayama
You were helping Jun out with the things she had forgotten to do, like watering the plants and overseeing spices with her. Since Akira had wandered off to who knows where.
You and Akira had been dating for a couple of months now. And, although he never told you, he loved to cook for you. He loved your reactions to his cooking and the praise you would give him once you were finished eating.
You and Jun decided to order some food, too busy to cook for yourselves at the moment. The food took longer than necessary, and you and Jun were starving by the time you heard the knock on the door. Instead of seeing a delivery man, it was Akira holding you bag of food while waving the delivery man off.
“Hi Akira”
You greeted him with a small smile and leaned up to give him a kiss on the cheek.
After your greeting –that warmed his heart- he just walked past you. Confused, you walked after him, wondering what had him in such a rush.
Akira turned into the room you and Jun were working in, to find Jun on the floor in a ball –due to her hunger- but completely ignored her.
“Akira, what are you doing”
Your voice rang through the room as you watched Akira walk towards the trashcan.
It all happened in the blink of an eye; Akira threw away your food.
Your mouth was agape, and your eyes wide.
“Why did you do that”
Your voice was calm, but inside you were fuming. You and Jun had waited forever for that food, and he had the audacity to throw it away.
As if finally snapping out of his trance, he looked at you with shock in his eyes. After realizing what he did his cheeks burned red, too embarrassed to explain why he did it.
But, knowing you, you wouldn’t let this go. So, mustering up the courage he finally explained.
“I don’t like you eating other people’s food”
You watched as Akira scratched the back of his head and turned away from you so you wouldn’t see the blush on his cheeks.
“AWWWWWWWWWWW AKIRA”
You quite literally ran and jumped on him, as you both collapsed to the ground you were filled with uncontrollable giggles, and Akira had an unwavering smile.
“Akira you’re really cute you know that”
You said it with the brightest smile on your face.
“Whatever”
Was his response as he stared at you on top of his chest with love in his eyes.
“But seriously we're starving, get up and cook us something”
You continuously hit his chest while telling him to never throw your food away again, and Akira just cooked you more food while you did it.
Ryō Kurokiba
“Hey Alice, I'm hungry”
You had originally come to visit your boyfriend, but since he wasn’t here, you and Alice were just talking while playing cards.
“Oh, then I'll call Ryo to cook us some food”
She responded while tilting her head and placing a finger on her chin.
“Alice he’s not here remember”
“OHHH right, I forgot, then why don’t we just order some food”
“Yeah, that’s perfect!”
You had asked Alice what she wanted and then placed the order online. You guys continued your talking, the atmosphere calming.
When the food had finally arrived, you thanked the kind man who delivered it and ate at the dining table with Alice.
“Alice, I'm back”
You heard Ryo’s voice as he approached the dining room. Quickly jumping from your chair and wrapping your arms around Ryo giving him a quick peck on the lips, you greeted with a smile.
“Welcome back”
“I didn’t know you were visiting”
His voice was calm as he wrapped an arm around your waist.
“It was a surprise!”
“Can you guys stop with the lovey dovey stuff, I'm still here you know”
Upon hearing Alice’s voice, Ryo’s gaze shifted away from you, and he noticed the food on the table that was placed in to-go boxes.
“What is that”
He was glaring at the food on the table, being uncharacteristically angry without his bandana on.
“It’s food?”
You were confused by the question but answered, nonetheless.
Ryo let go of his hold on you and decided to try your plate of food.
He wasn’t impressed by what he was tasting at all.
“I could make this so much better”
He was quick to get out ingredients to make the same dish, but with added flavor.
“Don’t eat that, it’s a disappointment”
You laughed as you watched your boyfriend cook for you. You knew he loved cooking for you but didn’t think he would be so angry over you eating fast food.
“Here, taste it”
It was delicious, and way better than the food you ordered.
“It's amazing love, way better than the other food”
You patted his head lovingly while smiling at him. His mouth upturned into one of the rare smiles you loved.
Ryo watched as you ate, enjoying the way you talked nonstop to him.
“Hey Ryo, what about my food”
Alice was still waiting on her plate of Ryo’s food so she could try it.
“Go make your own”
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Soma Yukihara x Reader
The red head was quick as he dashed about the kitchen, it was his wife's birthday, and she would be back from a shopping trip with her friends soon. He had decided to make her a special dinner, both were capable cooks and took turns making dinner but tonight he pulled out all the stops and made her favorite foods. Really it was more like a feast, they'd be eating leftovers for a little bit, but he didn't mind. All the windows were open to let out the excess heat, this also allowed him to hear his wife's car door close as he was setting the last dish on the table. The crimson haired male was quick to open the door, although tired he was excited to celebrate with her. "Welcome home birthday girl~"
He was greeted by the bright smile of his (H/c) haired wife, several bags hanging from her arms. "Thank you love... The house smells great." She peaked around him to see the table full of food, the demonic roar of her stomach making her lover laugh. "I made all your favorites, why don't you set those in the room and get comfortable while I clean up. After we eat, I'll give you your gifts." He had chuckled as she zoomed past him, a newfound energy in her step. And he returned to the kitchen to clean.
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Once dinner was over and they had both gotten things cleaned up, (Y/n) and Soma returned to their room. While she put away her shopping the red-haired man showered and got into just a pair of satin pants, once he exited the master bathroom, he saw his wife sitting on the bed and rubbing her neck. "You sore love?" He approached her with a smile, as she nodded, he grabbed a few boxes in various sizes that were wrapped. "Here, open these and afterwards I'll give you a proper massage~"
This made the (H/c) haired girl blushing darkly, she picked up the large box and began to remove the wrapping paper. He had gotten her some lacey (F/c) lingerie, along with a few bits of jewelry and a ticket that she learned was for a vacation he organized for them. It was for a beautiful beach, and naturally the last gift he got her was a brand-new bikini. She smiled and leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek, he held her gently to his side and nuzzled her cheek affectionately.
"Hey (Y/n)? You know how much I love you right?" His wide cheesy grin made her smile, a soft giggle slip from her as she cuddled into him. "Of course, you know I love you too?" She tilted her head back, looking up at him. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead, hugging her gently. "What would you say if I told you... I was ready to have a child?" He looked down into her (E/c) orbs, watching them widen as her smile did the same. "Really? You're ready?" The young woman had discussed with him 2 years prior that she had wanted a child eventually, something he agreed with. They were both stable but put it off long enough they could have some fun before completely settling, so when she saw him nod his head she almost started crying.
The young (H/c) haired girl pounced on her boyfriend, hugging him tightly and burying her face in his chest as he laughed. They laid there a moment, his fingers running gently through her hair. "Sooo... Do you still want that massage?"
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tell me, why does home taste like you?
AO3
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.”
#ao3#ao3 writer#ao3fic#ao3 fic#justminawrites#shokugeki no souma#shokugeki no soma fanfic#shokugeki#soma yukihira#megumi tadokoro#Souma Megumi#somegu#yukihiria souma x Tadokoro Megumi#Tadokoro Megumi x Yukihira Souma#domestic fluff#food wars: shokugeki no souma#yukihira souma#Tadokoro Megumi#Yoshino Yuuki#Friends to Lovers#these two deserved to be endgame#Megumi's accent is everything#Idiots in Love#one shot
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Dorm Room Dancing (Food Wars)
Heyo! I hadn’t realized it, but I made this dabble for @jumiii and completely forgot about it T-T My apologies friend! I hope you like it, delayed as it is!
Song: Nothing- Bruno Major
When Takuma walked through the door of his and Soma’s shared apartment, he smelled home.
Whiffs of garlic and tomatoes roasting together harmoniously encased him, taking him back to his family’s estate, right in their kitchen back in Italy. His father’s guiding words entwined with laughter as he and Isami learned to make homemade pasta. The sound of their small radio sitting in an open window, a woman singing of an old love to a somber yet beautiful musical track. Memories Takumi could never forget as he walked towards the source of the smell.
He found Soma working away, bandana pulled across his forehead as he stirred what looked to be some sort of red sauce. He was a picture of calm, swaying to a song on the radio. When Takumi walked closer, he could hear Soma singing along under his breath.
“~Track suits and red wine, movies for two. We’ll take off our phones, And we’ll turn off our shoes~”
His voice was low and raspy sounding, clearly lost in memory as he set the sauce to simmer. He moved on to work on what looked to be homemade bread, gathering a bowl of garlic butter and coating the slices delicately. Clumps of fresh pasta sat by on the floured counter, ready to be tossed into boiling water towards the end.
He was making one of the first dishes Takumi ever made for them.
Takumi felt his chest begin to flutter.
“~We’ll play nintendo, though I always lose. ‘Cause you watch the TV, while I’m watching you~”.” He smiled as he sang, placing the bread onto a tray to cook.
Takumi leaned against the doorframe, smiling behind his hand as he watched his boyfriend go about. His heart was pounding a thousand miles a minute as he felt himself fall for the redhead all over. Even after being together for two years, he couldn’t help but be smitten over the smallest of things.
“~There’s not many people, I’d honestly say, I don’t mind losing to.~” Soma turned, stumbling over his words when he saw Takumi. Recovering quickly, he slowly made his way over, taking the blonde’s hand in his and pulling him close, carrying on the song. “But there’s nothing, like doing nothing, with you~”
Before he knew it, they were dancing. Soma’s voice carried them through the lyrics as he gently twirled Takumi about, grinning at the permanent blush staining Takumi’s cheeks. He was surprisingly good at it, guiding them around the room with effortless grace, eyes never breaking away as he sang along with the sweet words filling the room. They held so much warmth and love in them it was almost overwhelming, but Takumi wouldn’t look away.
“~You could be dancing on tabletops, wearing high heels. Drinking until the world spins like a wheel. But tonight our apartment has so much appeal, who needs stars? We’ve got a roof~” Soma pulled him into his chest as the song reached its ending, resting his forehead against Takumi’s, arms coming around his waist, rocking him gently as he finished the song. “~There is nothing, like doing nothing, with you~”
As the song finished, he leaned in gently, capturing the other’s lips with his own. Warmth radiated through Takumi’s entire being, curling his toes and leaving him feeling breathless. He returned the kiss just as gently, wrapping his arms loosely around the taller boy’s neck as he melted within his arms.
When they pulled away, both flushed and smiling, Soma gently reached up, brushing his thumb against the other’s cheek.
“Welcome home, love.”
I hope this was good!
#food wars#takumi aldini#soma yukihira#takumi x soma#non tickle#fluff#dorm room dancing#cooking#This song is so soft and sweet ahhhh~
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Hi! :D do you think you could do a fluff akira x reader or a soma x reader? either is fine and the plots up to you! ☺️
❝a little taste of heaven❞
synopsis : They had no clue they’d concentrate on something else than cooking by joining Tōtsuki Culinary Academy, but here you are..
pairing : Akira Hayama, Soma Yukihira x genderneutral!reader •— Food Wars
tw : None, simple fluff
word count : 2980~ words
author-note : The fact that I haven’t received any notification for this request.. and many others. I’m so, so sorry. I have like 8 requests in my ask box that I’ve never been aware of ? Thank you Tumblr 💀 I did both, in a sort of pitiful excuse 😭 Thank you for requesting, I hope you’re doing okay 💗 (first time writing for Food Wars I’m so excited !! Not proofread tho, sorry for the mistakes in advance !!) take care of yourself ♡
AKIRA HOYOMA has always been faithful to cooking. To Jun’s orders and advices. To people’s boundaries. He never crossed a line, always being focused. One day, as usual, he went into Erina’s office. His brows completly furrowed when he saw your form, fingertips grazing against the spines of the library old books. Who were you ? You weren't supposed to be here. Didn’t Hisako tell you that this office was private ? He opened his mouth to question you, but you turned to face him before he could even form words. His jaw tightened, fists clenching, but unfortunately, much to his own disbelief, no sound erupted from his mouth - and the sweet, polite smile adorning your face was nearly making him feel dizzy. Uneasy. An uncomfortable silence filled the room, so you broke the silence with a fake cough.
“Nice to meet you, uh..”, you said, in a weak attempt to get him to introduce himself. His piercing gaze was enough of an answer, and you gulped. “I’m looking for Erina, perhaps you’ve seen her ?”
“No.”
“Oh. Okay”. You’re immediately confronted by a loud and weird silence again. He seemed.. rather friendly - ironically, of course. After some minutes, Erina walked into the office, raising two suspicious eyebrows at the, well, kind of cringe atmosphere of the room.
“Akira, what did you do to my guest ? Y/N, I’m sorry, did he make you uncomfortable by any chance ?”, she asked, walking towards your form.
“No, don’t worry. He’s nice,” you lied, teeth clenched together. You flashed her a bright smile, that Erina reciprocated fondly; she glared at Akira, fully aware of his cold demeanor, especially to strangers. His intimidating tendencies were definitely not working right now, especially not on Erina.
“I have some things to discuss with Y/N, Akira. Can you leave us alone for a moment ?”
“Yeah, right. Sorry.”
AKIRA HOYOMA quickly left the office, feeling a bit nauseous - he didn’t know why, but he had a weird feeling in his stomach, and he felt like his head was burning. He wandered in the corridors until he crossed Soma’s path. He smirked, a teasing glint in his eyes as he watched his white-haired rival with amusement.
“Wow, Akira. Are you sick ? You’ve never been this red.”
Akira tsk-ed, hurrying to the bathroom. He stared at his reflection in the mirror, completely taken-aback. He was, indeed, a bit red. Cheeks flushed, the tip of his ears were blazing, his breathe hitched at his own view; what was happening ? He was sure he was okay this morning. Perhaps it was you. He scoffed at the thought, washing his face with cold and refreshing water before leaving the bathroom. He never saw you before. Were you from here ? He found himself looking for you in the corridors all day, sighing at the end of the day when he realized he haven’t seen you. He was still embarrassed of the awkward silence that filled the room earlier - and he blamed himself for it. He should’ve been more welcoming.
AKIRA HOYOMA, 5 or 6 days after the incident, noticed strands of hair walking past him; they were looking similar to yours, so he turned around. You were walking alongside Hisako, laughing at one of her comments. Hisako looked at Akira and waved.
“Oh, hey ! I was searching for you. Erina needs my help, could you show Y/N the different classrooms in the other building ? I’m coming back as fast as I can !”
She didn’t let him answer as she walked away already. You sighed. It could’ve been anybody, but no, it was this guy. It wasn’t like you hated him - he was just straight-off rude.
“If you don’t want to, I don’t blame you. I can-”
“Come on, we don’t have all day.”, he added, cutting you off without even looking at you. You rolled your eyes, giving him a small smile, hoping it’ll help to ease the atmosphere. Spoiler alert, it didn’t.
The walk inside the cooking classes building was awfully quiet. Not a word was shared - except the little presentation he did of each room, his tone as cold as ice. You nearly shivered.
“Are you always this rude ?”, you asked with a sincere curiosity, "I mean. I’m not telling you to be the friendliest guy but..”
“I’m not rude.”
“You literally refused to give me your name earlier.”
“Akira Hoyoma. That’s all you need to know about me.”
And after this small interaction, Hisako came back. A small feeling of warm in his chest quickly regretted his lack of sympathy towards your person, and he felt like a douchebag for not even apologizing properly. He stopped in his tracks, opening his mouth to call you, but you were already gone with Hisako.
AKIRA HOYOMA was fully conscious of the “issue”. Time passed, and days after days, he grew more open to you. Not completely of course - but he was slowly accepting your presence in his group of "friends"; actually, enjoying a lot more your alone time together in class. He was secretly happy you two had been paired together. You tried to crack some jokes to make him laugh or at least, to make him smile, but it failed every single time. When you finally did it, a slight smile on his face and a “you’re the dumbest person I’ve ever seen in this school, I’m trying to concentrate, stop distracting me”, you beamed. He never saw a smile so radiant, so ethereal and yet so delicious to look at. A true bundle of sunshine at its finest. His cheeks heated up and he forthwithly focused on the plate you two were supposed to prepare. He would die to see this smile again - he wanted to be the reason you were smiling that way in the first place.
AKIRA HOYOMA was fully conscious of the situation. Time passed, and months after months, he grew more fond of you. So when he saw you eating one of Soma’s plates again, smiling at him with all your teeth and laughing at his antics - he was mad, as per say. His jaw tightened, fists clenching, but unfortunately, much to his own disbelief, no sound erupted from his mouth; it felt like the first time he ever saw you. A fiery and fervent emotion bubbling in his chest as he made his way to you. He grabbed your wrist and dragged you outside the kitchen, closing the door to have some “privacy” (in a empty corridor of Tōtsuki High, though). You were completely unfazed by his behavior usually, since you were used to his (sometimes) weird demeanor for the several months you two spent together as friends, but right now, his silence grew quieter, and you were worried. And for this only one time, he broke the stillness.
“You’re a distraction. I meant it. I’m hoping everyday to see you, to feel you near me. Is it out-of-place to say that ? You brought me a warmth that I never experienced - and I don’t want to let that go. Don’t eat this idiot’s food, you know you deserve well better than that. Let me show you how you should be treated, Y/N. Please. Let me show you how I feel about you.”
AKIRA HOYOMA’s words couldn’t describe the high spirits that invaded his heart when he realized you were wearing your signature warm smile, just for him. You took the hand that was grabbing your wrist in yours, intertwining your fingers.
“Here. Maybe you’re not as rude as I thought you were.”
SOMA YUKIHIRA tried to give you hints. But you weren’t getting it. Teasing you all the time, small compliments here and there, spending quality time with you. Unfortunately, you were always running away from him, a small pout on his lips as he chased after you. It wasn’t because of his awful mixes; when you two were together, in a somewhat romantic moment, and he was ready to confess to you, there was, no matter what, a disturbance. Whatever actually, a teacher coming in the classroom, Ikumi or Megumi; and you immediately backed off. He couldn’t help but sigh, his efforts ruined, but could he really blame you ? His yellowish eyes drowned so easily into yours, so he just smiled and bit back his disappointment, glaring at the disturbance with a vague hatred, that was rather scary, to be honest.
“Don’t chop it that way, it takes too much time.”
“Then show me, sir,”, you answered with a slight smirk, knife in your hand.
“Anything for you, ma’am.”
His devilish grin was addictive, really; you loved the small moments spent together in the classroom kitchen, but insecurity was always catching up with you, pulling you into abysses you prayed you'd never see again. Your worries faded away when you felt him behind you, caging you between his toned body and the kitchen countertop. His hands slided on top of yours, gently gesturing you how to cut the vegetables in a “more efficient way”; truly, it was an excuse to touch you. A comfortable silence filled the room, the sound of sliced and chopped foodstuffs echoing on the sunbathed walls. He kept his teasing to himself, deciding to enjoy this small moment of shared intimacy; he felt his head heating up at your warm breath fanning on his neck. He stopped his movements, locking eyes with you. The world seemed like it stopped itself; he leaned downwards to kiss you, his hands still on yours, your head turned to face his-
Until someone snapped him out of it. Erina opened the doors of the kitchen brutally without even knocking - he cursed under his breath, blaming her for this ruined opportunity to finally show you what he truly felt.
“Look who’s there. Giving lessons to average students, now, Yukihira ? I didn’t think you were into charity-stuff.”, Erina smirked, not even shooting you a glance. You backed off from Soma, already fed-up by her condescending behavior.
“Erina.. what a pleasure. Always coming in due course,” Soma answered with a forced smile, anger running through his veins.
“I was searching for you, actually, Yukihira. Well, not me, but Takumi was. He wants to have a contest with you again, and I’ll be the judge.”
“Uh. Sure. Can Y/N come too ? I-”
“It’s a private contest.”, she immediately urged to add, “Between the three of us. Now, come on, I have other things to attend to.”
Erina walked off, and Soma followed her with a sigh, giving you an apologizing, awkward chuckle. You knew better, but you just smiled, murmuring a small “good luck”, as you saw him leave.
Her little crush on Soma was unbelievable; you wanted to tear the stupid grin plastered on her features so bad. Technically, yes, you were jealous. She was always shattering his plates with critics, giving prideful advices, even if he didn’t need it. And he was still cooking for her, working all the goddamn time to satisfy her “god’s tongue” and her insatiable appetite. For him, ironically. And Soma was terribly clueless; not noticing her taking a liking in this little game. Or maybe he was not ? Maybe you were a second choice - and Erina was first. She was always first. You weren’t the type to envy others, but right now.. you sat down next to the window frame, staring at her proximity with Soma from afar. It was eating you alive; the abyss you were so afraid of was most likely, a warm embrace in comparison of your sinking heart.
SOMA YUKIHIRA felt that something was off. You were ignoring him like a plague, switching seats and changing class pairings. He knew he fucked up, but what did he do exactly ? Oh right. You were jealous. Because last time, he left you alone to join Erina and Takumi in a contest that he obviously won. Now, he was facing the cold-shoulder treatment, and his teasing wasn’t helping anymore. Yet, he’d still try to talk to you, but you were walking past him without a word; your eyes filled with sorrow. Or you were faking a smile, trying to make up an excuse and leaving. He wanted to beat himself up; because he was the one who put you in that state in the first place. It was his mistake, and he knew it. But why were you feeling that way ? He tried to talk about it to Takumi - he was a gentleman after all, he’d definitely know.
“You did what ?”
“I mean- I didn’t know it’d be an issue. I always did that and they never said anything about it.”
“Soma, are you seriously this dumb ? You’re leaving them to hang out with the Nakiri Erina and you’re seriously thinking that they won’t be insecure ?”
“Why would they be ? They’re literally the most beautiful and caring person ever. There’s nothing to envy in Erina.. Plus, I’m not hanging out with her. She’s the one who’s coming at the worst times.”, he stated, genuinely dumbfounded by his friend’s words. It was the truth, though; she interrupted you two when Soma was nearly kissing you.
“Soma. Think about it just for a moment- you told me you liked them, yeah ? And when you’re with them, and Erina walks in, you leave to follow her. They must think they’re a second choice or something. Please, you can’t be this oblivious.”
And then, he realized. Realizing the hints he gave you were nothing compared to his acts. His face in his hands as his elbows rested on the countertop, what should he do now ? Apologizing, yeah, but it wasn’t enough. He longed for your touch, and craved for your pardon. The next day, he searched for you in the Polar Star Dormitory, everywhere. When he finally spotted you, he opened the door of your bedroom without even asking. You yelped in surprise.
“What the hell ? Soma-”
“You’re the only one I want to be with. The one I want to dedicate my cooking to. I thought I made it clear. I’m sorry for my behavior. Erina is nothing for me, and she’s not even coming close to your ankle- look, I fucked up, I know. But I promise, you mean everything to me.”, he bluntly said, not giving you a second to breathe.
“And what are you gonna do the next time she’s gonna walk into us ? Hide me shamefully ? I-”
But he cut you off again, one hand stroking your cheek. He lifted your chin, in order to make you look at him.
“I’ll simply say that I’m taken by the prettiest and smartest person around. How does that sound ?”
He leaned, and this time, he wasn’t going to back off, with or without somebody walking in.
“Maybe I can show you who I’m talking of, baby,”
He smirked, your worries vanishing instantly in his yellow orbs. A kiss sounded good after all.
#food wars#food wars x reader#soma#soma yukihira#shokugeki no soma#soma yukihira x reader#soma x reader#akira hoyoma x reader#akira hoyoma#akira x reader#hoyoma x reader#food wars soma#food wars akira
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Alright, imma post a list of one-shots that have a plot for but I just have no idea which one I should write first so 🤷♀️
Heads up~!! There's a lot. Some may change a bit, and the smut to fluff/angst ratio is... wild.
I won't write the plots, but I'll add the warnings to the smut ones.
•|Takami Keigo/Hawks [published]
Warning; praising, overstimulation, dumbification, daddy kink, rimming.
Uhh, you basically played with one of his feathers.
•|Afab!Kibutsuji Muzan
Warning; cunningulus.
•|Oujo Masato
Warning; uh... corruption kink maybe?
It's a smut/lime one but I haven't come up with anything specific yet.
•|Yoigoshi Tatsuya
Warning; camboy!yoigoshi, college au, anal masturbation(?
•|Mammon [published]
Warning; stuck in a wall, overstimulation, mind-break, master/sir kink (I haven't decided yet)
•|Kyotani Kentaro
Warning; 3rdyear!kyotani/reader, edging, begging, overstimulation, orgasm denial, mind-break.
•|Shinomiya Ayato
Warning; consented non-con language, overstimualtion, corruption kink, virgin!ayato, college au.
•|Yukihira Soma
Warning; breeding kink, overstimulation, passing out.
•|Jinguji Jakurai
Unfinished
Warning; overstimulation -fkin again?!-, begging, riding, multiple orgasm, drunk!horny!jakurai.
•|Todoroki Touya/Dabi
Warning; collaring, rough sex, riding, powerbottom!dabi, sub!reader.
•|Ryuguji Ken/Draken
Warning; choking, smaller!top.
•|Ryoumen Sukuna & Gojo Satoru
Warning; uh... threesome, and idk what else.
•|Gojo Satoru
Warning; praising, feminization, edging, overestimation.
More warnings; mentions of itadori x reader, mentions of megumi x reader, voyeurism, degradation, dry jumping, double blowjob.
•|Childe/Tartaglia
Warning; belly bulge, overestimation, s&m play, degradation, shibari and maybe... cbt play.
•|Sakusa Kiyoomi
Warning; semi-public, blowjob, dry humping, praising and degrading, hair pulling. Optional; assjob, edging, orgasm denial.
•|Sniper Mask
Warning; choking, breeding kink, hair pulling, biting.
•|Albedo
Warning; overstimulation 😒, praising, choking, hair pulling, body worship.
•|Nakajima Atsushi
Warning; breeding kink, overstimulation 😬, edging, toys usage, handcuffs usage, bondage or shibari.
•|Levi Ackerman
Warning; edging, degrading, choking, daddy/sir kink, omegaverse au, modern au.
•|Dazai Osamu
Warning; crossdressing, face-sitting, rimming, double penetration (not a threesome)
•|Scaramouche
Warning; dacryphilia, overstimulation, edging, mind-break.
One of my moots requested this 👀👀 of course, I made the plot and came up with the kinks.
•|Dazai Osamu & Nakahara Chuuya
Warning; threesome and idk what else.
•|Xiao
Warning; size kink, feminization, dacryphilia.
•|Ushijima Wakatoshi
Warning; blowjob, non-con somnophilia, powerbottom!wakatoshi.
•|Olivine
Warning; uh... nipple play maybe?
•|Lee:Palefire
Warning; bareback, pulling on his horns, mind-break, breeding kink and cnc.
•|Loid Forger
Warning; infidelity, semi-public, overstimulation, dumbification, degrading and a bit of dirty talk, size difference, manhandling, feminization.
•|Luxiem/Noctyx/Shoto
Warning; cockwarming.
•|Asta
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Warning; public sex, overstimulation, rough sex, size kink
•|Amajiki Tamaki
Warning; pegging (ftm reader), orgasm denial, rimming, collaring, praising, slight masochism (scratches, bites), bondage, vibrator usage.
•|Neko!Amajiki Tamaki
Warning; top!ftm!reader
•|Omega!Bakugou Katsuki
Warning; alpha!ftm!reader
•|Choi Saeyoung/Luciel/707
Warning; crossdressing!707
•|Maid!Shiba Taiju Headcanons
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(SFW)
•|Monoma Neito
Fluff and Angst
•|Chinen Miya
Platonic Fluff
•|Ash Lynx & Okumura Eiji [Published]
Angst
•|Diluc Ragnvindr
Angst, hurt/no comfort, death.
•|Suna Rintaro [Published]
Plot based of from This Side Of Paradise. Mentions of homophobia & toxic relationship.
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PRINCE STEFAN
Summary: Barbie movie marathon with soma takes a turn but i guess your in it together with prince nicolas.
Pairings: Sōma yukihira x fem reader
Warning: smut🍋, squirting, swearing, fluff💞 and grammatical errors.
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Movie marathons were normal for you and soma especially in the middle of the night, you guys would stay up watching the classics namely, Legally blonde, wild child, mean girls and sometimes old and nostalgic animations.
You both decided on a barbie marathon starting from the Ogs to the present ones, you could say it was on impulse but you both wanted to feel young again, not that you weren't, you just loved the nostalgia.
With his back against his bed frame and his arms around you enjoying your warmth you leaned back against his chest, your legs spread to make space for the laptop that rested between your legs which laid ontop a pillow.
Barbie Rapunzel was currently playing, soma never really liked it cause of the animation, well you didn't mind, you loved all barbie films.
As you were watching soma had his head on your shoulder, one hand swiping on his phone and the other caressing your thigh, you could feel him breathing down on you, you shivered. "You cold?"
"No no just a chill." You responded.
"Hm alright." He then proceeded to pull you closer.
Just in the middle of the movie you start to zone out, your focus zoning in on the way soma ran his hands up and down your thigh sometimes he'd alternate caressing the side of your thigh then going underneath then squeezing, and your not gonna lie it feels good.
You felt like he was doing this on purpose but he seemed rather oblivious to the way he was making you feel.
It's been some time since you and soma had started going out and you both haven't really engaged in anything sexual...well except make out sessions or occasionally gropings here and there, but regardless you both haven't done anything more than that.
You were brought out of your daze as you felt soma's fingers brushing against your kitty from underneath your thigh.
Oh God.
He was driving you crazy and he didn't even know, you felt your nipple harden and poke against his grey sweatshirt that you stole, that had matching shorts which you had on as well.
You squirmed and jolted as he brushed against you again. "You alright?"
"Y-Yeah." You stuttered out breathlessly, gosh you felt heat rush to your face at what you were about to do "A-Actually uh i have this itch."
"Hm where? Your back? I'll help." He suggested as he began to move but before he could you stop him. "No n-not my back."
You reached for the hand that he had been using to torment you with, maintaining eye contact with him you trailed it down slowly.
"O-Oh" His yellow orbs widening as you slipped his hand into your shorts until he felt the lacy material of your panties.
You sighed in pleasure leaning back against him as you felt his warm hand cup your lady, feeling his fingers trace your slit.
"Please." You whimpered.
"Hmm? You seem awfully needy, i doubt prince stefan did this." He teased using his free hand to spread your legs making enough room to take off your shorts.
"S-Stop teasing soma!" You yelped feeling him lift you to slide your panties off.
"How can i not, just look at this!" He retorted showing you your damp panties. "It's soaked."
"Sto-mmh!" Moaning as you felt his fingers coming in contact with your clit, rubbing circles and kissing on your neck, his other hand finding it's way under your sweatshirt to caress your breast before playing with your nipples.
Fuck
"Your dripping baby." He murmured against your neck rubbing up and down your slit then bringing his soaked digits up so you could see the strings of your arousal dripping down his fingers.
"Ha... t-that's so embarrassing-ah!" You yelped feeling him bring his now cold fingers back to your dripping wet cunt teasing your entrance, ugh it felt so good.
"It's only natural when your with me." He affirmed, you could feel his smug smile granted you couldn't see shit right now and your mind felt hazy.
"Pardon my intrusion." He chortled.
"What intru- uah!" You mewled out his fingers stretching you as he entered. "You ok?"
"Y-Yeah g-go on." You reassured, gasping as you felt him pump his fingers in and out of you, you could see stars at this point, going in circles round your head, he was so good with his fingers, he is a chef after all.
"Feels good?" He asked, hearing no response he looked at you then smirked, oh you looked out of it, tongue slightly poked out, drool trailing down your chin, eyes slightly rolled back, one hand clutching the sheets and the other pulling gently on his hair.
He removed his hand from your boobs going down to your abdomen to push down slighly, this caused you to jolt feeling a tightening sensation.
"A-Ah right there s-soma." You whimpered out feeling him reach deeper, pounding into you faster and harder. "Oh g-gosh!"
Lewd and obsene sounds filled the room with moans spilling out your mouth and wet sounds from your heat, it sounded like music to his ears.
"Ugh louder baby, i love the sounds you make." He said ramming his fingers into you, hitting all the right spots.
"O-Oh please d-don't stop." You exclaimed eyes rolling back, you were so close. "I'm c-coming!"
"Ha ha, feel free baby!" He chuckled feeling a certain spot in you expand pushing on it as it continued to pulse and enlarge until he heard you scream out and cream all over his finger but not before squirting all over the bed and the laptop which incidentally had been paused on a certain prince.
"Damn you made mess, i'm sure his highness would agree with me!" He teased looking at the drops of your arousal rolling down the screen of his laptop. "And it's new too!"
"S-Stop!" You said coming down from your high and wacking him upside his head.
"Ouch, well deserved." Removing his fingers only to suck on it. "You taste great!"
"Don't do that, it's dirty!" You exclaimed looking at him in disbelief.
"Sorry couldn't help my self." He smirked pulling you into a kiss, you could taste yourself on his tongue, he pulled away, looking at the screen then back at you.
"We should probably clean up before continuing our marathon, i'm sure prince stefan would appreciate that!" He laughed leaping out of the bed and into the bathroom to avoid your hits.
"Soma Yukihira come back here!" You exclaimed opting to chase after him, but definitely not with your shaking knees. "Goddammit!" You signed in defeat, you'll have to wait till he comes out, until then "Guess it's just me and you Sir Stefan."
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Hi! Again!! ♡´･ᴗ･`♡ i posted this uh yesterday? But i mistakenly deleted it this morning! And tbh i couldn't bring myself to write the same author's note again so... Here!! A new one!!!₍⁽˚⑅̆˚⁾₎
I was planning on using prince nicholas from barbie: princess charm school why? cause prince nicholas finer than a muhfucker😩 (agrue with a wall abt it ₍⁽˚⑅̆˚⁾₎ ) but sadly he didn't fit with what i was planning so... Yeah! I hope you like it.
Love ya 💞
#soma yukihira#soma x reader#soma x fem reader#anime men#food wars#shokugeki no soma#fem reader#smut#soma smut
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bound to get together
[Souma/Takumi; fluff oneshot]
summary:
Takumi's plus one, as usual, can only be his best friend and fellow workaholic, Erina. A chance encounter at his brother's wedding ensures that will change forever.
(or: Takumi and Yukihira meet-cute at a wedding)
a/n: i missed yall and these dorks <3
read on ao3
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Can I’m have soma yukihira x male reader who loves cute things and use cute clothes and have a bunny plushie with him all the time and specially good in making desserts headcanons please
CUTE BF
yukihira with a bf who loves cute things <3
𖦹 yukihira soma x male! reader
𖦹 warning/s : cursing/use of profanity and just pure fluff, spoilers too
𖦹 I used my love momo <3 for this as reference, i'm not supposed to be writing for male! reader but this req is too cute i can't help it😭 i'm planning to write a book for male! reader too so i thought why not practice now, and the fact that i carry a bunny plushie around too makes me even happier 😭❤️ (yes i have a bunny plushie nd i've had it since i was a baby <3) also this is quite long bc i had too much fun with it and got carried away (i also kind of based this on how me and momo acts ♡︎)
you see, people described you as a male! version of momo because of the fact that you both carry a plushie around, loves cute things so much and are both good in making desserts
the only difference is you're the loud, outgoing type that gets along with people easily
momo also took a liking (platonic) to you and often gives you advice on how to improve your dishes, you two also hang out a lot talking about cute stuff for long hours <3 so when yukihira came around she got a bit jealous because you were spending less time with her and more with yukihira
yukihira once tried to take your bunny plushie from you only for you to hit him
yukihira also introduced you to his friends- who you got along with really well and they often asked you for tips
you introduced him to the elite 10 bc you were close with them and they didn't like yukihira. no, not one bit.
so when the day régiment de cuisine happens you tried to stop them
you failed :')
but anyway you were sitting on the crowd, front row due to yukihira and the elite 10's request
after that when everyone finally got along they agreed on no more fighting on your behalf
in all honesty yukihira gets so jealous of your bunny plushie as you hug it everytim- that includes bed time- and bring it with you everywhere.
"babe please let go of sugar for a while I want a hug too" "but why let go of sugar when I can hug you both at the same time?" yes the bunny's name is sugar
yukihira once hid sugar when you were in the shower, it ended with you giving him a silent treatment
and ever since that time you no longer left sugar alone with yukihira
yukihira soon learned that it was so special to you because your now dead grandma gave it to you
upon learning that he embarrassingly announced it to the whole academy and told them not to touch sugar
yukihira saw clothes for stuffed toys and decided to buy one for sugar 🥺
you caught him cuddling sugar when you accidentally left sugar outside the room while you showered but you were glad he didn't do anything with sugar
yukihira for real got matching sweaters for you, him and sugar 😭❤️
he tries to get your attention by acting all cute like
"ahh yukihira needs his boyfriend's love and affection! y/n quick! yukihira needs to cuddle with y/n and sugar!"
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#food wars x reader#yukihirasoma#yukihira x reader#food wars x male! reader#food wars crack#food wars fluff#yukihira x male! reader#yukihira fluff#yukihira crack#x male!reader#momo akanegakubo#momo x reader
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Pairings : Joichiro Saiba/Yukihara x Reader, Isshiki Satoshi x Reader , Terunori Kuga x Reader , Takumi Aldini x Reader
Side Characters - Soma Yukihara, Ikumi Mito, Terunori Kuga , Megumi Tadokoro, Ryo Kurokiba, Alicia Nakuri, Isami Aldini, Shun Ibasaki, & Akira Hayama
Warnings: 18+ , Mature content, mature language, oral sex, cum eating, food porn, orgies, rough penetration, hair pulling, spanking, slightly yandere- Isshiki, Unrequited love.
Summary: ever since graduating from Totsuki Academy, Y/N has been BORED and constantly running away from her problems. for once she’s going to do what she wants .. even if it pisses a few people off
Ch1 | Ch2 |
For as long as you can remember, you always loved to cook. It didn't matter if you had your own restaurant or if you were a private chef. You just wanted to make people happy with your food.
For the past few years, you and your crazy nervous childhood friend Megumi reconnected since you both ended up at Totsuki Culinary Academy. You eventually became apart of the elite 10 as a first year and by your last year sat in the second seat but below Erina and right above your bestfriend. There you met plenty of people like your now bestfriend Soma Yukihira and Ikumi Mito better know as Meat-meatt. There were also .. other relationships like with Takumi Aldini and Satoshi Isshiki.
After graduating everyone had plans but you. People were trying to drag you everywhere to work with them. Even Erina who you swore hated you until you fed her. The first place you went was with Takumi. At the time you two were "messing around" so you thought why not. After about 6 months of you both working together at restaurants around Italy. He begged you to go with him to Bari to open a restaurant together but you turned him down. He understood and declared he'll come snatch you away from whoever had your heart when the time was right, he's so damn dramatic.
There was also Terunori Kuga who damn near begged you to work on his Chinese style restaurant with him. You doubted it was because of your skills. Although he's a notorious asshole, he proposed to you the moment he tasted your cooking and haven't left you alone since despite being a year older than you. Ya boy was down bad. Still is. He calls you Atleast three times a week and at least once out of the week he ask you to come to him. You laugh it off knowing hers probably serious as hell. He's a good friend though.
You also worked with Isshiki at one point. This was the most recent. For him to be such a sweetheart he was a monster in the kitchen .. and the bedroom. You dated for about a year until you guys broke it off. Nothing was wrong with the relationship but it seemed more like friend with benefits for the both of you but he also had this odd possessive reaction whenever men came into the restaurant and flirted with you which you had to confront him about numerous times. You guys are still on good terms but realized you need your own restaurant or business in general. Before you did that, you felt you needed a mentor to work under, someone who had great culinary skills and their own experience with this own restaurant and business.
Who was better than your friend Soma and his dad. Mr. Yukihira. There isn't much known about Somas dad, hell you don't even know what he looks like assuming he and Soma look just a like. When you asked Soma if you could work under him and his dad for a few months you swear you saw hearts in his irises. Soma is your bestfriend but he treats you like your his baby .. literally. If you asked him to spoon feed you he would with the stupidest smile on his face.
Currently you were on the way to Somas family restaurant. It wasn't far from your house so you walked. You couldn't wait to see his reaction when you walk in his store. You haven't seen him in person in a while so you know he's going to do the most. You didn't even tell him you were coming today.
Hopefully everything works out. You know you work well with Soma. Soma isn't the problem. His dad is the problem .. who knows what this man is going to be like.
. "I hope he's not a dick" you mutter to yourself "ohh what if he's hot."
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#smut#black reader#fanfic#food wars#shokugeki no soma#takumi aldini#joichiro yukihira#joichiro saiba#soma yukihira#ikumi mito#isshiki satoshi#smut and fluff
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Food Wars Men Reacting to You Buying Fast Food
featuring . . . SOMA YUKIHIRA, AKIRA HAYAMA, RYO KUROKIBA
includes . . . just a bunch of fluff
I missed you
featuring . . . TSUKASA EISHI
includes . . . a little bit of angst and fluff
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i. shun & y. soma dating hcs
a/n; are there any other food wars writers and can i PLEASE be friends with them 😔😔 the food wars x reader tag is so dry unless im posting :pepeHands:
anyways i hope you enjoy this! i went ham bc i love soma and shun so goddamn much
yukihira soma
he's a little shit, a playful motherfucker
(if he confessed first) he will not let you live that down
(if you confessed first) he's salty about it bc he wants to be the "big brave man" and wanted to sweep you off your feet and not the other way around
you are a main victim to his disgusting creations
but you're also the first one to taste the heavenly creations
it's like a lose win - win win situation here.
unfortunately you have the loss but it's okay bc he makes it up to you
BE COMPETITIVE WITH HIM, HE LOVES THAT
he loves a snarky s/o, i can imagine
he likes someone that he wants to cook for but also wants to compete against
even if you lose to him, he finds the competition to be a good way to spend time with you
he also loves how angry you get if you lose sometimes
food is his love language, that and words of affirmation (no you can't change my mind about it)
like, yall you've seen how fucking excited he gets when his dad encourages him jsjdjsjsj
he certainly doesn't mind physical touch but words seem to get to him more despite how he can't read a room but it's okay we love him
i like to think he does get jealous but depends on the situation
like if there's some person he doesn't know trying to flirt, he's straight up wrapping his arms around you and dragging you away
he doesn't mind if people he knows interacts with you (in fact it's usually a bit between you and megumi, you often fluster her)
but when it's a stranger, it's on sight
he becomes a clingy bitch when he’s jealous pls give him attention
he gets excited talking about you to others, it's so cute :((
OH AND WHEN HE CALLS HIS DAD AND TELLS HIM ABOUT YOU, HE REALLY FUCKING LOVES YOU
his dad probably listening with a proud smile on his face as soma rambles about you
idk y but there would be those really funny moments, like you know the spongebob scene where mr krabs sells off spongebob for 62 cents?
yeah soma is mr krabs in that scene while he gets challenged to a shokugeki and puts you as reward
don’t worry though, he doesn’t do it (not often at least)
even when he does, he’s winning that damn shokugeki
once he wins, he looks up at you with that smug grin on his fucking face
but we all know he fought with his all and he would do it again if it meant that he could stay with you forever :]
ibusaki shun
he’s a really chill boyfie
and we love him for that
(if he confessed first) he feels rly proud of himself that he got out of his shell and picked up the courage to talk to you
(if you confessed first) he’s pretty surprised that you did it first but he’s sort of happy that you did (though he would’ve still liked to confess first)
just like soma, you’re the first to get his creations
he doesn’t really look for anyone’s approval (mostly looks for critique than approval)
but when it comes to you, he just really wants to see you happy bc of his food
in public, it seems like shun doesn’t care for you often
but all his friends and you, all know how caring he is
he’s not open about it, he’s very quiet and subtle about it
he’s very observant, and he uses that to watch over you and take care of you
oh you said you were thirsty? he has a water bottle for you
oh you’re cold? boom, take his hoodie
oh you’re tired? he’s quietly offering you to sleep on his shoulder
in public, he’s not a pda person
but indoors, he shows his affections much more.
he just wants to make sure you know that he loves you :((
shun’s love language is gift giving, honestly i can see him making a playlist that reminds him of you
he really wants to just give you gifts and he’s all like “you deserve the world and i wish i could give you it” im skdjskjffkgj pls he’s so cute
no one can really tell if he gets jealous or not, except you
he’s a little possessive but that’s only bc he’s insecure
when you don’t give him enough attention, he’s like that small chicken with a small knife, *no talk im angy*
it’s okay though, you give him the attention he wants in the end
shun rambles to isshiki about you, no i do not take criticism
isshiki teasess him about it at first but he finds it really endearing when he notices how happy shun is when he talks about you
also he loves rambling to you !! pls he gets really happy when you ask him about something he likes to do
LIKE LET THIS BOY SPEAK MORE PLEASE- I LOVE HIM
i hc that he’s always quiet bc he’s more of a listener friend than a speaker friend but like bc of that no one really talks to him about the things he wants to talk about :(((
he would also fight for you with his entire life :]
#food wars#food wars anime#Food Wars: Shokugeki no Souma#food wars fanfic#food wars x reader#ibusaki shun#Shun Ibusaki#ibusaki shun x reader#Shokugeki no Soma#soma yukihira#soma x reader#im sobbing#shokugeki no soma x reader#yukihira soma x reader#anime#anime fanfiction#anime fluff#food wars headcanons
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<a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/35589133”
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.
#ao3fic#ao3 link#fanfiction#fanfic#soumegu#soma yukihira#megumi tadokoro#4000 words#ao3 writer#ao3#oneshot#Souma Megumi#somegu#yukihiria souma x Tadokoro Megumi#Tadokoro Megumi x Yukihira Souma#fluff#domestic fluff#shokugeki#shokugeki no soma#food wars#food wars: shokugeki no souma#food wars: the first plate#food wars: the second plate#food wars: the third plate#food wars: the fourth plate#food wars: the final plate#Shokugeki no Souma: ni no sara#Shokugeki no Souma: gou no sara#Shokugeki no Souma: shin no sara#Shokugeki no Souma fanfiction
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Hello can i request lee soma and lers kurokiba and hayama? I really like their trio :3
Heyo anon! It’s been a hot minute since I’ve written/watched Food Wars, but I love these three so much! I’ve gotcha covered! :D
“S-Stahhahay away!” Soma backed up from the approaching pair, arms pinned to his waist and giggles rising to his throat.
“What’s this? Yukihira giving us orders?” Akira raised his eyebrows in mock surprise, looking towards his companion. “After everything we did today! Can you believe him, Kurokiba?”
“I don’t want to, but it seems to be the case.” Ryo was grinning like a wolf cornering his prey, eyes glowing beneath his bandanna with mischievous intent. “Look how giggly he is! He really wants us to tickle him, huh?”
The trio had met up over the weekend to practice cooking. Specifically, they were working on recreating each other's winning dishes at the Autumn Elections. Things were going smoothly for the most part- the occasional verbal jab traded in good fun popping up here and there. At some point, Soma and Ryo started a game of “Who can irritate Akira more”, the redhead currently being in the lead after Akira chucked half a cinnamon stick at him.
It all came to a conclusion when Soma jokingly asked if he ever bathed in spices via a dust bath. “You know, like a chinchilla? Just kinda flip around in a cloud of cinnamon and nutmeg?”
Ryo cackled. Akira nearly snapped his spoon in half.
“Yukihira, I swear to god-” The taller student jabbed a finger out, aiming to poke the offending redhead in the chest but miscalculating, jabbing his belly.
No one was prepared for the squeal Soma let out.
“Dohoohohohn’t you dare! R-Ryo! Stahahhay over there!” Soma yelped when his back hit the wall, effectively trapping himself as the pair approached. “Plehehhehase! Have mehehehehrcy!”
“Mercy’s for the weak!” Ryo grinned before darting forward, pulling the redhead forward and pinning him with his back against his chest. “I got him! Tickle him!”
“I don’t take orders from you, either.” The spice-loving student grumbled. Still, he was over there in seconds, fingers dancing across Soma’s vulnerable torso. The redhead shot up with yelp, his giggles quickly turning into bouts of laughter as he squirmed uselessly. “Aheheahahhaahhaa! Whahahait! Whahahahait cohohooohohme ohhoohohon!” He tried to sink to the floor in a desperate attempt to escape, but Akira simply followed him down, never letting up on his mischievous attack.
“This is what you get for that chinchilla comment!” He fumed, moving his hands upward and scribbling into Soma’s upper ribs. “Show some respect, you arrogant prick!”
“Buhuhuhuuhuht ihihihihiihhit whahahahahahs fuuhuhuhunny!” Soma cried out, his laughter increasing when Akira switched from scribbling to pinching. “Rihihihiihihiyo lauhuhuuhuhuhghed tohoohhoohohoo!”
“Oi, don’t throw me under the bus!” The brunette snarled, switching his grip so he had both Soma’s wrists in one hand. “Move over, ponytail! I’m going in!”
“...I’ll refrain from commenting on that.” Akira raised an eyebrow but did as he asked, dropping his hands to Soma’s hips while Ryo dug into the other’s armpits, effectively making the redhead scream. “Ready to apologize?”
“Guhuuhuuhuhuuhuhuhys!” Soma wheezed, the last of his strength escaping his being. He started to slump, overwhelmed by the giggles and feeling himself reaching his limits. “Oohohoohohohkay! Ohoohohohohohkay! Iihihihihihihi’m shahhahahahhahaharry!”
Akira stopped, satisfied. “Good. Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Raising an eyebrow, he leaned over and gently tugged off Ryo’s bandanna. “Alright- let him breathe, Ryo.”
“I was stopping.” The previous passion the brunette showed disappeared almost instantly, and he sat back on his heels with his usual neutral expression. Soma slid to the aluminum floor, arms tight around his waist and cheeks beet red. “Hehe..hehehe…Yohoohhou guhuuhuhys…suhuhuhuck.”
“Pfft! Please, be thankful I was holding back.” Ryo rolled his eyes, making the others laugh. “Heh, I suppose you did…speaking of.” A glint flashed in Akira’s eyes, and he darted a hand out, giving Ryo’s side a squeeze.
“Ah! What the hell?” He snapped, grabbing his waist. It was only then he realized the danger he was in, eyes widening as Akira raised his hands, fingers wiggling.
“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you.”
Soma closed his eyes sleepily as Akira pounced on the other, the sound of Ryo’s gruff yet cackly howls fading away as he slipped into dreamland.
He definitely needed to do this more often.
I hope this was good!
#Food Wars#soma yukihira#ryo kurokiba#akira hayama#tickle#tickle dabble#fluff#these boys#I need to watch more of this anime#it's been a hot minute#but god I want to write for Ryo so bad now#I probably will
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“it’s just that he’s interesting”
note: welp,,, i’mma try posting some one shots here from my personal stash sksksks,,, if you liked it, thank you!!! this would be the first fic i wrote so be easy on me hehehe
oh, and if i mess up the japanese honorifics, don’t hesitate to tell me! i’m not japanese so it’s kind of hard, although i do research it!
Enjoy!
warnings: none
words: 753
summary: You transfer to Totsuki Culinary school and a red-head has taken interest in you
pairing: Yukihira Souma x Isshiki! reader
Your POV
"Take care," Your parents hugged you for the last time before letting you go, you were finally enrolled in Totsuki Culinary school. You remembered how your brother is already studying here and you can't wait to see him.
Giving one last glance to your parents' car, you walked towards the school. You were immediately mesmerized by the school grounds as you approach it. You were caught off guard when someone tapped your shoulder. You turned your head towards the person and realized that he was one of the school teachers.
"You must be (Y/N) Isshiki, we've heard from your brother that you were transferring here, guess it runs in your blood." He smiled and shook your hands. "You must really be talented considering that you were one of the only two students who passed the entrance examination for this year."
You scratched your neck, feeling embarrassed. Then, without much warning, you were pulled alongside a redhead with spiky hair.
"Seems like he's the other one," you thought to yourself.
You were alarmed to see that the Director himself was speaking infront of the student body. The boy noticed your expression and silently laughed to himself. Hearing this, you turned to him with a questioning look on your face.
"Hi, I'm Yukihira Souma!" Before you could tell your name, he was up the stage and angered the crowd within the entirety of his speech. Wow, that guy has some nerves.
You walked past each other but you noticed how he didn't care about what the students said about him. When you returned backstage, he was already gone.
After a long day at Totsuki, you walked to the Polar Star Dormitory where your brother is a resident. As you were walking, you saw Yukihira looking lost.
"Hey," you called out to him. "Where are you heading?"
"Oh, hey," he smiled sheepishly. "I was kinda lost, but do you know where this is?"
You looked at the paper, and you chuckled at the coincidence of you both staying at the same dorm. "I was actually heading here too, would you like to come with?"
His smile brightened up and offered you some squid to which you kindly refused. On the way to the dormitory, you both talked and instantly clicked. By the time you both arrived, you take in his look of curiosity.
"Yes?" You asked.
"Well, I didn't quite catch your name at the assembly today. I was preoccuppied by Nakiri-san."
As the door opened, you saw your brother wearing nothing but an apron. Typical.
"Isshiki, (Y/N) Isshiki. Nice to meet you Yukihira-kun!"
After learning about Totsuki and the Elite Ten which your brother is part of, you glanced at Yukihira who seems to be very fitting in the weirdness of the atmosphere in the dormitory. You laughed alongside Tadokoro as they danced around because of the rice juice that Sakaki and Marui made.
"Tadokoro," You called the attention of the female sat beside you. "What do you think of Yukihira-kun?"
"Well, I was hesitant to approach him at first but it turns out, he was not that bad. Why (Y/N)-chan?"
You smiled to yourself, "Nothing, it's just that he's interesting."
"You're interested in him?" You were shocked by the appearance of your brother by your side. Tadokoro, who wanted to give you both privacy, left to go to Yoshino.
"Nii-san, it's not that kind!" You said, embarrassed by your choice of words. "He's just different from what I'm used to."
"Just be careful, (Y/N)-chan. I don't want you getting hurt, and besides, if you do get hurt, I won't spare any of them." Well, he looked scary at that point. That's your brother, the carefree person whenever he's with friends but the one who knows when to be serious.
"Of course, nii-san." You smiled and playfully punched his arm. "Besides, I don't think he's also here for a relationship, given that Totsuki is a strict school."
"So you are interested!" He stood up and ran to where Yukihira is. "Yukihira Souma!"
You quickly stood up, not prepared for the embarassment which entails you because of your brother. "Yah! Yukihira Souma, don't listen to my brother, he's crazy!" You encircle your arms around him despite your height difference.
You continue to wrestle him and he continues to blabber about different things. The other residents were all laughing because of you and your sibling, but little did you know that there's a certain redhead smiling to himself because of the smile he's seeing on your face.
#soma yukihira#food wars#yukihira x reader#xreader#food wars fanfiction#shokugeki no soma#souma#isshiki#fluff
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Hi ! Here is the masterlist, where you can find all my works :) !
↳ My works are sorted by fandom and tw (suggestive, fluff , angst)
— Blue Lock :
↳ Isagi Yoichi;
-; ◌༉‧ How he helps you trough your blindness ? - Fluff
-; ◌༉‧ Being Isagi’s s/o - Fluff
-; ◌༉‧ He stood you up, again. - Alternative endings (angst or fluff/comfort) (Part I // Part II)
↳ Reo Mikage;
-; ◌༉‧ How he helps you trough your blindness ? - Fluff
-; ◌༉‧ His s/o is injured, but he’s gonna take care of them - Fluff
↳ Kenyu Yukimiya;
-; ◌༉‧ How he helps you trough your blindness ? - Fluff
↳ Shidou Ryuusei;
-; ◌༉‧ With a polyglot s/o - Fluff
-; ◌༉‧ Boyfriend HCS - Fluff
↳ Bachira Meguru;
-; ◌༉‧ With a polyglot s/o - Fluff
-; ◌༉‧ He stood you up, again. - Alternative endings (angst or fluff/comfort) (Part I // Part II)
↳ Nagi Seishiro;
-; ◌༉‧ With a polyglot s/o - Fluff
-; ◌༉‧ Them with a volleyball player s/o - Fluff
-; ◌༉‧ He stood you up, again. - Alternative endings (angst or fluff/comfort) (Part I // Part II)
↳ Chigiri Hyoma;
-; ◌༉‧ With a polyglot s/o - Fluff
-; ◌༉‧ Them with a volleyball player s/o - Fluff
↳ Rin Itoshi;
-; ◌༉‧ With a polyglot s/o - Fluff
-; ◌༉‧ Boyfriend HCS - Fluff (+ suggestive )
↳ Sae Itoshi;
-; ◌༉‧ Boyfriend HCS - Fluff
↳ Luna Leonardo;
-; ◌༉‧ Boyfriend HCS - Fluff
-; ◌༉‧ You’re not interested, but he’s gonna chase you until the very end - angst/comfort
↳ Aiku Oliver;
-; ◌༉‧ Boyfriend HCS - Fluff
↳ Kuon Wataru;
-; ◌༉‧ Them with a volleyball player s/o - Fluff
— Attack On Titan :
Nothing yet !
— One Piece :
Nothing yet !
— Haikyuu :
Nothing yet !
— Food Wars :
↳ Sōma Yukihira;
-; ◌༉‧ Falling in love is quite an easy task; but confessing doesn’t seem like one. - Fluff
↳ Akira Hoyoma;
-; ◌༉‧ Falling in love is quite an easy task; but confessing doesn’t seem like one. - Fluff
Nothing yet !
— Genshin Impact :
↳ Zhongli;
-; ◌༉‧ Zhongli falls in love with the reader - Fluff
↳ Kazuha;
-; ◌༉‧ Kazuha's couple headcannons - Fluff
— Tokyo Revengers :
↳ Nahoya Kawata (Smiley);
-; ◌༉‧ Nahoya forgot your couple anniversary (Part I // Part II) - angst
— My Hero Academia :
Nothing yet !
— Jujutsu Kaisen :
Nothing yet !
— Demon Slayer :
↳ Tanjiro;
-; ◌༉‧ Tanjiro wants to spend some time with his crush - Fluff
Nothing yet !
— That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Slime :
↳ Souei ;
-; ◌༉‧ Souei's s/o is hurt, he's gonna take care of them the best he can - Fluff
Author-note : The masterlist will be updated when I'll release a new work. Sometimes, I'll pre-post my works without the link (so you can look what ask is being written).
#blue lock x reader#genshin impact x reader#one piece x reader#tensura#tensura x reader#food wars x reader#demon slayer x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#attack on titan x reader#snk x reader#aot x reader#mha x reader#my hero academia x reader#tokyo revengers x reader#haikyuu x reader#hq x reader#tokyo rev x reader#tr x reader
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