#sorina

[ukingk24]

I want to see (you) - Sorina childhood friends AU

When she’s 5 years old, Erina Nakiri is served food by Jouichirou Saiba. Food has always been a part of her life in a way that no other person can imagine. Despite that, she has no real interest in it. Until she tastes his food. She’s wandered into a tasting for her grandfather and this tall, ponytailed hair man heard her stomach rumble and immediately made her the food that would change her life.

A month after that day, Erina had hounded her grandfather to bring that chef back. Try as she might, she can’t replicate the dish he made. Senz knows she just wants to eat his food again and gives in to his granddaughter. Instead of bringing Jo to her, Erina will go to him.

Erina is excited, expecting a grand mansion fit for a chef of his caliber but gets increasingly more confused when the limo her grandfather had gotten takes her to a hole in the wall diner in some town. Her grandfather assures her that she’s in the right place.

She enters the diner and is surprised with all the customers. She’s even more surprised when a boy her age asks for her order. She asks to see chef Saiba and the boy introduces himself as Soma and tells her there’s no one named Saiba here. The only chefs are his mom, dad, grandpa, and him.

Erina wasn’t expecting the boy to be a chef but she says she was told chef Jouichirou Saiba would be here and she’s come all the way here just for him.

“Well like I said, only my family are the chefs and the only Jouichirou here is my dad. But he’s a Yukihira, not Saiba.” Erina starts complaining on how she came to this nowhere town for the wrong Jouichirou and her and Souma get into an argument. Jo comes from the kitchen to see what all the ruckus is about and is surprised at what he sees.

“Little Erina? What are you doing here?” “Chef Saiba!” “Dad, you know this girl?” “Wh-why did you call him dad? That’s chef Saiba!” “No that’s my dad!”

Jo calms the two down and has to explain that his name used to be Saiba, but he took his wife’s name when he married. Soma is mad that he never told him and Erina is embarrassed because not only did she insult chef Saiba’s home, but she fought with his son!

Erina’s about to apologize when a new voice cuts in, asking what all the commotion’s about. Tamako Yukihira comes from the kitchen confused. Jo explains and Soma asks Erina why she came here. Erina says that she had Jo’s food before and it was the best she’s tasted, so she came to get more.

Tamako offers to cook for her but Jo quickly shuts that down, explaining to her that Erina has an extremely sensitive palate. He’ll tell her more later. Tamako wants to know now and while his parents bicker, Soma offers Erina a menu and tells her he’ll cook whatever she wants.

Jo thinks it’s a good idea and Tamako asks if he’s sure. “Yeah, she came all this way for our food. She’s a customer.” Soma says it so matter of factly that his parents can’t help but be proud. Erina is skeptical but if chef Saiba is ok with it… she selects furukake Gohan and soma steps right into the kitchen.

Erina tries to follow but soma teases her and says “employees only” “hmph, do you know who I am!?” “Yeah, you’re the girl who came outta nowhere and mixed up my dad.” Soma shoots back, making Erina embarrassed. Soma adds “You’re also a customer so I’m gonna cook for ya. Gimme a few minutes.”

As Soma is cooking, Erina sits by Jo and asks if it’s really alright for a boy so young to be cooking in a kitchen. Even she isn’t allowed near open flames without supervision. Jo explains that soma’s been cooking for almost a year now under his tutelage. He’s nowhere near good as Jo, but he might surprise you. Jo asks why Erina came here and how she found him. She answers that her grandfather did some digging and she really wanted to taste his food again.

Tamako comes in and starts teasing Erina about trying to steal her man and Erina blushes a rather spectacular shade of red, stuttering on how that was not her intent. Tamako ruffles her hair and assures her she’s kidding and soon soma comes out with a steaming hot bowl and sets Erina’s order in front of her “order up!”

Erina is hesitant but Jo reassures her. She takes a bite and is instantly overwhelmed due to underestimating Soma. She readjusts and takes another bite and she’s able to find flaws in his dish. Soma asks how it is and Erina says it’s better than she expected, far better than a 5-year-old has any right to cook. Soma starts teasing her for underestimating him and Erina harrumphs. Soma asks if it’s delicious and Erina just says is passable, not willing to give him the satisfaction.

Jo offers to make a dish and Erina readily agrees. Erina and Soma chat a little and jo brings his dish out, he made the same thing as soma to rub it in his sons face. Erina instantly is captivated and says it’s better than Soma’s. Before she can call it delicious, Soma interrupts and demands a second chance. He storms off into the kitchen and starts working on another one. Erina asks if that’s normal and Tamako laughs, saying that Soma’s been trying to beat his dad for months now. Erina is surprised that a 5-year-old has been going up again someone like chef Saiba but jo say’s soma’s the most stubborn kid he knows. Soma comes back with another dish for Erina and while it’s indeed better than his last one, Jo’s is still superior.

Erina and Soma start arguing again and a ringing starts coming from her. She takes out a phone and explains her grandfather gave it to her to keep in contact for the trip. She answers and then gives the phone to Jo. “Chef sai- I mean Yukihira. My grandfather would like to talk to you.” Jo takes the phone and Tamako keeps the kids company.

Jo and Senz talk about the situation. Senz reveals that Erina has a detail security team with her and Jo reveals that Soma is his kid. They continue talking and Jo loses sight of the three. He finds them in the kitchen with Erina watching Soma and Tamako cooking with Kazusato. Erina has no actual kitchen experience at this point so she’s fascinated by how these three are doing, especially Soma. She never thought there’d be an actual chef as young as her.

Jo smiles and tells Erina that her grandfather said it’s time to come back home, there’s a car waiting for her. Erina is a little sad but Soma tells her that she has to come back. He needs to cook for her again so she’ll say his food is delicious. “You’re not bad, I’ll give you that. But you have a long way to go before I say that.” “I don’t care. I'll try for as long as I have to to you say my food is delicious!” Jouichirou and Tamako share a look. A week later, the same black limo pulls up and a little girl asks a little boy for the special of the day.

#shokugeki no soma #my fic #my fanfiction #food wars #sns #food wars fanfic #sns fanfic #soma yukihira #erina nakiri #souma yukihira #soma x erina #sorina #tamako yukihira #senzaemon nakiri #kazusato yukihira

[whatermelown]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BB BOI!!! YUKIHIRA SOMA!!!!!! AND HAPPY 10TH ANNIV SHOKUGEKI QAQ,,, 🍰🍳🔪🍴🥢✨🎈🎊🎉🎁

we have Soma feeding Erina... but what about Erina feeding Soma ( •̀ ω •́ )✧ SO HAVE THIS QUICK DOODLE <33

MWAH LABYU OK IM BACK TO WORK,,, (crying)

#my art #soueri #sorina #yukihira soma x nakiri erina #soma yukihira x erina nakiri #soma yukihira #erina nakiri #messy sketches #shokugeki no soma #food wars: shokugeki no souma #food wars #nakiri erina #yukihira souma #HABADU MY BELOVED I RUSHED THIS FOR YOU QAQ #MWAH #might clean this up and make it a print who knows skkskskksks #AAAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE YOU MWAH #I miss them... sigh #im so busy but slay mwah labyu both

[veri-berri]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝

𝐀𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝

#I’m super healthy about them I swear #::annette:: #sorina #the wolf and the lamb #blorbo cinema #audio

[radbutsafe]

“Good, ain’t it? I was in France with Momo-senpai, got her to help me brush up on my baking skills.” He said, obviously proud of himself. Erina pushed his face away from her and coughed, cheeks warm.

“I didn’t say that! Of course, Akanegakubo-san would help you, everyone has a soft spot for you.” She said as she went to get another mont blanc. It was when Erina settled back into her seat that Yukihira took the opportunity to throw his arm behind her onto the couch and ask,

“Everyone including you?”

Erina flinched almost dropping the treat. This man was so bold! Her face lit up in hotter flames,

“Just pour me a cup of tea, you haven’t even done that already!”

With how often he travels, Nakiri Erina didn't expect much from Yukihira Soma for her birthday. He decided to change that this year.

—

late post on tumblr as this was for erina’s birthday in March! this took three years for some reason 😭

#shokugeki no soma #erina nakiri #sorina #soueri #food wars #soma yukihira #yukihira souma #nakiri erina

[incorrectshokugeki]

Remember that Sorina childhood friends AU that I mentioned before? I'm gonna start posting about it on my main blog and re-blogging it to here. I don't really have the time to fully write it out, so I'll just be doing quick bullet point-like summaries of parts of it. I might end up writing out full scenes, though.

#shokugeki no soma #food wars shokugeki no soma #incorrect shokugeki quotes #food wars: shokugeki no soma #food wars: shokugeki no souma #first seat #not an incorrect quote #soma yukihira #erina nakiri #sorina #souma x erina #sns fic #sns fanfic #childhood friends au

[thena0315]

Since the author confirmed Soma and Erina would get married sometime after they're 25

This Family Tree is Canon

#soueri #sorina #soma x erina #soma yukihira #erina nakiri #food wars #shokugeki no soma

[sofya-fanfics]

Secret Family Recipe

My Flufftober 2022 contribution for the prompt : Secret Family Recipe.

I’m sorry for the mistakes, English is not my native language. I hope you like it.

Summary : Soma added the spices to the sauce and poured it on the meat. He smiled. It was finally ready. He took the plates and he headed for the dining room, where Erina was waiting for him.

Disclaimer : Food Wars! belongs to Yūto Tsukuda, Shun Saeki and Yuki Morisaki.

@flufftober​​

AO3 / FF.NET

Soma added the spices to the sauce and poured it on the meat. He smiled. It was finally ready. He took the plates and he headed for the dining room, where Erina was waiting for him. He put the plates on the table and sat down in front of her. He was both anxious and impatient to know if she would like the dinner he had prepared. It was the first time he had cooked for her except when he he had competed in a Shokugeki.

They had been a couple for two months and Soma wanted to do something special for her. Preparing dinner was not an easy task because of her God's Tongue.

Erina took a bite and ate. Soma watched her, waiting for her reaction. He had the feeling that Erina was having fun making him wait. She put her fork on the plate and she smirked.

“Not bad.”

Soma could not help smiling. He knew her well and he knew she was teasing him. She had found his dish excellent, but she did not want to tell him. It does not matter, he thought. This time, he would not say anything. She took her fork again and tasted another piece. She frowned and thought.

“It's strange,” she said. “I can smell all the ingredients, but I feel like there is something more.”

She closed her eyes, concentrating on the taste.

“I can't find what it is.”

She opened her eyes and she saw Soma smiling playfully. It was rare that Erina's God's Tongue couldn't find the ingredients of a recipe.

“What did you add ?”

“It is the secret ingredient of a family recipe.”

Soma remembered that day when he had learned this recipe. He was only seven years old and like every day, he watched his father cook. This day was important for Joichiro. It was his wedding anniversary and he had organized a special evening for him and Tamako. As he cooked, he showed each step of the recipe to Soma, who was focused on what his father was doing.

“I added a secret ingredient to the recipe,” Joichiro said.

Soma looked at him, puzzled. He had seen nothing. What could his father have added ?

“The secret ingredient is love.”

Soma was disappointed. The little boy felt like his father was making fun of him.

“It's not an ingredient,” he said, sulkily.

Joichiro knelt down and ruffled his son’s hair.

“When you'll cook for the woman you'll love, you'll understand.”

Soma looked at Erina and smiled. When he had met her, he had understood what his father meant.

The end

#flufftober #flufftober2022 #day 13 #food wars #Shokugeki no Soma #Sorina #soueri #soma x erina #soma yukihira #erina nakiri #sorina fanfiction #fanfiction #My writing

[marcellussorina]

5

TW - Smuty smut smut

Both Sorina and Marcellus knew that they were heading towards a line that if they crossed it would mean a change to everything between them.  It was one that they honestly had been skating along the edge of for a while, getting close then backing away from.  Whether it was tiring of the back and forth game, or the amount of liquor they’d both had over the course of the night, neither one of them was backing away now.  The desire, and something more, something deeper, was burning just as brightly in both demons and neither was willing to deny it any longer.

He’d started out to find out if she was one of the spies for Leviathan or someone else, but now it was something more, something far more personal.  In the end he’d still find out, but it would change nothing.  Not now.  If she was, he’d get her out of it, what he wanted took precedent in his mind.  His loyalties warring with one another once more as they had when both Abbadon and Leviathan left.  Sorina had been a constant and no matter what he found out, what was happening now meant more to him in the moment.

One of Marcellus’ hands in Sorina’s hair tightened to a fist, his lips just barely dancing over hers while his other hand found its way down her body, making sure to tease all the skin exposed on the way down.  The whole time his kisses teased at her lips, the tension and the desire building between the two of them.  “Tell me to stop, Sor, or I’m not going to.” His breath was ragged and his voice slightly horse from the smoky air of the bar and the building passion between them.  How long had he been lying to himself that he didn’t want this, didn’t want her?  

“What makes you think I’d want you to?” Her own voice had dropped in pitch and was now sultry as her eyes never left his.  He might be her commander, but she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t imagined a similar situation between them, wanted it even.  Wanting and expecting were two different things, but she was not about to reject him now, as her fingers teased at the short hairs at the back of his neck while her fangs lightly nipped at his lower lip.  He tasted of whiskey and something deeper, something that called to the most primal part of her demon being. 

Every touch of her silken exposed skin had Marcellus wondering why he had avoided this exact situation for so long. It wasn’t like he hadn’t wanted to explore things with her before, even possibly had an opening, but had pulled back.  Tonight that wasn’t going to happen again. “And if I want more than just tonight?” Before she could answer, he kissed her, palming one breast and catching a pebbled nipple between his thumb and finger to gently pull.  

What was Marcellus asking? It was hard for Sorina to concentrate on that question as his hands worked over her body and his kisses caused her brain to go fuzzy.  The alcohol added on top of it wasn’t helping a thing.  The cacophony of stimulants to her senses were threatening to overwhelm her in the most euphoric way possible.  She couldn’t truly even remember how they’d gone from standing next to one another flirting to the position they were in now, not that she was going to focus on that too much when one of the sexiest demons in the whole of the legion was making it clear that his interest was in her.  How was completely unimportant.

Once his fingers found her inner thighs and he felt her breath hitch, his lips found hers more firmly.  Still he teased with his kisses, enjoying her fingers pressing more firmly against his head and back, the taste of her mouth, and the heat he could feel between her legs.  When his fingers slipped inside her, his tongue plunged into her mouth, claiming her mouth as his fingers claimed her hot and wet core. Fuck, she was tight around him and they moaned together.

“Fuck Sor..” Marcellus groaned against her lips, his eyes still closed as he imagined taking her with more than just his fingers.  Right there in the bar, on that stool, just like others around them had done, were doing, and would do by the end of the night.  Her slick and tight heat had his head reeling. 

As if to answer him, Sorina’s nimble fingers made quick work of the button and zipper on his pants, freeing his thick member into her waiting palm.  Long fingers wrapped around him firmly, earning her a groan as he passionately kissed her once more, his tongue sweeping her mouth when her hand stroked him. Soon their hands were moving in rhythm, working them both up more.

Their kiss broke and Sorina looked into Marcellus’ eyes, but it was like she was seeing him for the first time.  Maybe she should have seen him like this earlier, but she did now and there was no going back. “What are you waiting for, Marc?” Desire and seduction dripped from her voice.

He needed no further encouragement. His fingers slipping from within her, his hand went to her firm ass to pull her forward and his hips moved forward to replace them with his cock, guided by her smooth and soft fingers.  One swift move took him deep inside her, all the way to his base.  As good as he’d imagined she’d feel sheathed around him, it didn’t even hold a candle to reality.  

Marcellus brought his forehead to Sorina’s and looked deep into those eyes that were familiar yet all new to him at the same time. Her long legs wrapping around him, the heels of her shoes pressing against the back of his thighs and moving up and down slightly with each thrust into her was even more of a fucking turn on and made him take her harder. “You may be sore in the morning, sweetheart.” He leaned forward and growled in her ear before thrusting harder into her and lightly biting her neck.  And of course her skin would taste as close to heaven as a demon like him was going to get.

“You think you’re male enough to do that, Marc?” She purred back in his ear, knowing that he probably was.  His earlobe caught in her teeth as her head tipped back, her heels digging in more to the back of his thighs.  

If the lady wanted to challenge him, then he needed to be in the right arena.  Marcellus was more than happy to indulge. With a smirk he instantly traced them into his quarters and now had her back up against the door as he fucked her. “I know I am.” 

Now she had a smirk of her own, “good.  You’d better be.”  His teeth on her neck again had Sorina’s back arching against the door as her legs tightened around him.  She could feel her nails lengthening and fangs dropping now that they were in private.  The sound of fabric ripping joined the sounds of their breathing and bodies coming together, which earned a growl from Marcellus.

Both of their orgasms hit them fast and hard.  They were left panting and looking into one another’s eyes, a sense of challenge still being reflected back at one another, but also something more.  

“You know I could have taken the shirt off, sweetheart.” Marcellus chuckled as he carried her over to the bed.

“I like my way better.  Complaining?” Sorina smirked, desire still reflected in her eyes and expression as she lightly bit then pulled on his lower lip.

“Mmmm..mm..” He chuckled as he got them to the bed and dropped back on it. “But we both have too much clothing on, beautiful.”  His hands ran over her back, lifting the slip of a dress she had on over her head as she straddled his lap, keeping him sheathed inside her.  “But I don’t want you going anywhere.”

“I don’t plan on it.” Her lips were once again against his, hands in his hair and running over his shoulders and chest.  The rest of the night and into the early morning was spent in a similar fashion as hands, lips, and tongues explored every inch of one another. While both might have regretted not giving into the temptation earlier, they were enjoying making up for lost time. 

#the imperium chronicles #my writing #writeblr #new chapter #new writing #smut #spicy #fantasy #fiction #my ocs #demons #marcellus #sorina #legion #original world #original story #female writer #writers on tumblr #writing #women writers #writblr #writer #writerblr #writers and poets

[cabinette]

OC sketches!!!!!!

#art cabinet #oc art #Sorina #Kami

[distantsonata]

why do you guys hate fortnite vampire cute goth girl do numa numa

#fortnite #purple #magenta #space #gif #my gifs #gaming #games #gifs #gaming gif #fortnite gif #numa numa #ma-ya-hi #dragostea din tei #o-zone #video games #sorina

[the-tzarina-alexandra-paracosm]

#love is a choice #george #the land of eternal winter #evgeniy #gintare #fireworks in the fog #sorina #2023

[fanarts-manga]

Food Wars

#food wars #shokugeki no soma #sorina #soma x erina #soma yukihira #erina nakiri #my fanart #fanart

[majycka]

Hopping into the sourina train ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

#YESS I AM LATE #I MADE A FIC ITS #IN THE NOTES #shokugeki no soma #food wars #shokugeki no souma #erina nakiri #soma yukihira #sourina #soueri #sorina #sns #food wars: shokugeki no souma #use not to ship them BUT #READ THIS ONE FIC ABOUT THEM AND MADE ME SHIP

[veri-berri]

𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖕𝖔𝖔𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌

𝕾𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖙, 𝖒𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖇

𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖉𝖔

𝕴𝖙'𝖘 𝖆𝖑𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖞 𝖇𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖉𝖔𝖓𝖊

-𝕾𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖆

#blorbo cinema #hhhhhhh I’m super normal guys #sorina #the wolf and the lamb

[takoyakitenchou]

hikari’s commission

i have come back from the dead to drop the final chapter (i skipped all the middle ones lol) of renaissance, my totsuki legacies headcanon babies or whatever. feat arato-hayama daughter and nakiri-yukihira daughter mostly

“It’s about time I redesigned Legislation,” Kaede said through the pencil between her teeth, her broad draftbook propped open on her knees. “This looks absolutely horrendous.” She was sitting on the decadent rug in Hikari’s office at Administration wearing boardshorts and one of Hikari’s crop tanks with old sketches of Totsuki’s current Legislation building spread around her.

Hikari sighed resignedly. “So you’ve said.”

Dropping the pencil to her lap, Kaede closed her draftbook and said, “I’ll have blueprints for you by next week. But that’s not important right now. Hikari, what’s wrong?”

“Why would something be wrong?” asked the chef. “Other than the fact that I forgot your 18th fucking birthday two months ago.”

Kaede rolled her eyes. “Since when have you ever remembered my birthday? You’re wearing a shirt with sleeves. There is most definitely something wrong.” She set aside her drafting materials and scooted over next to Hikari. “I know you only called me here to talk. If this was an actual commission, the current fourth seat would’ve contacted me. Did you even tell Eissan that you’re diving into Totsuki’s budget? He’ll go loopy if the monthly statement doesn’t match his record books.”

“Oh, yeah. About that. I’m not really on speaking terms with him right now.”

Kaede blanched. “Eh?”

All traces of her typical badass nature lost to the winds, Hikari rested her head against Kaede’s shoulder. “I broke up with him.” 

Fuck.

There wasn’t anything she could say that would give justice to the overwhelming gravity of the statement, so Kaede pulled Hikari closer and held her in silence for a long while.

“So… you mind telling me what happened?”

“Nothing, actually. I realized I don’t want to narrow my field of vision just because he seems like the right person… right now. What was it you said? Better to break his heart now rather than later when he’s too far in.”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t want Seiya to not be in my life.”

Kaede smiled gently and shifted to face her. They were both cross-legged and their knees were touching. “Of course. But it’s going to take a while for Eissan to realize he can’t call you his girlfriend anymore. You have to give him his grace period. But don’t linger.”

“Of course not,” Hikari replied, leaning back on her elbows. “I don’t change my mind.”

“I know you don’t.”

“I don’t mean to pry, but I just want to know… why did you and Tsukasa break up?”

At this the architect gave Hikari a long look, her heterochromatic eyes suddenly full of recollections. “We were incompatible,” Kaede replied finally, and her voice was clipped.

“You must’ve hurt him pretty bad,” Hikari said, knowing this girl only spoke like that when she was feeling regret.

“Yeah.”

It occurred to Kaede then that she would give up any commission to see Hikari. She’d choose this silver haired chef with a mutant nose over the New York Times, the prime minister of Finland, the governor of California, a thousand awards and infinite accolades. Every day, any day, she would come back for Arato-Hayama Hikari the second she called.

“You’re thinking aloud again,” Hikari chuckled.

“Shut up.”

“Would you really, though?”

“What?”

“Give up your work for me.”

Kaede gave her a look and remained silent for a long moment. “Of course.”

At this, Hikari sat up and leaned forward. “And what if I told you I want you around all the time?”

“Then… I guess I would stay.” 

-

If Kaede had been a chef, tonight would’ve been her gradfest. Following the graduation ceremony in the morning, the legacies of Totsuki’s 90, 91, and 92nd generations were now gathered in the ballroom of Nakiri Mansion with their parents to celebrate the end of another era of jewels at the academy.

Despite their typical inclinations to network and hold court, Kaede and Hikari hovered in the periphery of the area, staying within a few meters of the bar. 

There was something different between them — it was foreign but not unwelcome. Something passionate, vibrant, and utterly charged.

Hikari looked up at Kaede over her champagne flute. She was wrapping up a conversation with Erina and Hisako about designing a building for their first joint venture because seriously what the fuck had taken them so long. Her strawberry blonde hair was tied in a high ponytail, her angular face framed with loose strands. God, her eyes. The light from the chandeliers overhead glanced off those dangerous panes of glass, more electric than lightning. 

“Is it weird,” Hikari asked the three of them once the flow of words had more or less stagnated, “that I find my childhood best friend ridiculously attractive? Like… hella fucking cute?”

Kaede frowned, and for a second Hikari thought she registered a flicker of disappointment in her eyes. “I mean, not really. He’s gorgeous. Isn’t he taken, though?”

“Sorry?”

Erina said, “I thought he was dating Marui Sena.”

“Aren’t you talking about Auden?” Hisako asked.

Hikari shook her head. “I’m not talking about him.”

Kaede finished off her mimosa and gave an eyebrow raise. “Who is this childhood friend? Do I need to interrogate someone to make sure they deserve you?”

“I’ll help,” Hisako put in. “Private Investigator Arato is a little rusty but back in business.”

Without another word, before she could register the fact that everyone — their parents included — was watching them, Hikari leaned in and kissed Yukihira Kaede.

It was a fucking war. Blazing, intense.

And yet it was like the ripples in a pond. Quiet, serene.

Hikari noted with moderate amusement that Kaede was one hell of a good kisser. Whether this was due to her inherited god tongue was up to debate, but she had no time to wonder because it hit her then that Kaede was kissing her back. She set down her flute and swiveled to pin the architect against the bar, threading her fingers through her hair, closing a distance between them that did not exist. It was rare for Arato-Hayama Hikari to be more in tune with her tongue than her nose, but Kaede’s lips were warm and soft, sweet and salty at the same time, rendering everything else insignificant. Spices, mint, champagne.

When they finally came up for air, Kaede’s eyes were glazed over, the flaring purple and amber lights dimmed to a glossy ambience. But then she blinked and her expression cleared, and she commented drily, “I guess no vicious interrogation session?”

Hikari smirked as Kaede placed her glass down with all the acute precision that her occupation demanded.

“Hayama, what if I break your heart?”

“You won’t, Nakiri,” she replied, and then she kissed the architect again, ignoring their mothers’ ecstatic whooping and the congratulatory racket of everyone else in the ballroom. And that was more than enough.

This was the renaissance of emotions they’d tamped down— 

No, that wasn’t it. That wasn’t it at all.

This was genesis.

#lmao! #shokugeki no souma #sorina #hisakira #etc

[dchan87]

Get married already

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