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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      食戟のソーマ_|_Food_Wars!_Shokugeki_no_Soma
  Relationship:
      Takumi_Aldini/Yukihira_Souma, One-sided_Tadokoro_Megumi/Yukihira_Souma
  Character:
      Tadokoro_Megumi, Takumi_Aldini, Yukihira_Souma
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, Kitchen_Sex, Comforting, School_Dances, Unrequited_Love, Unrequited
      Crush, Yaoi, Gay_Sex, Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering, Established_Relationship
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-02-08 Words: 3315
****** Dancing in Tootsuki's Kitchen ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Takumi and Yukihira were off to Tootsuki's end of year dance.
Notes
     I really don't care if this pairing becomes canon.
     I say the names how they are presented in the Japanese dub of the
     anime.
See the end of the work for more notes
Yukihira Souma was standing outside me and Isami’s apartment door. He was
waiting for me to finally get out. I didn't want to but I couldn't just make
him wait out there in the hallway. So reluctantly, in my dress shirt, blazer-
vest and tie, I walked out to greet him and have me to the end-of-year dance,
graduation for the third years.
 
I opened my front door and was immediately greeted by a nasally voice. “Yo,
Takumi. Shall we go?”
 
Yukihira was dressed up as well, but a bit more casual. A black blazer was
thrown on top of a plain, white v-neck. His black jeans went with his look and
converse were upon his feet in colors black, red and white.
 
His eyes looked up and down my body as though examining it, gazes lingering
over every wrinkle and curve until he stopped and had the nerve to say this:
“You look nice.”
 
My face flushed. “Sh-shut up…” It had taken a lot of reasoning for me actually
go to the dance. Quite excessive, actually. A week before, the cocky idiot
asked me to the dance and eight months before that was when he asked me out. I
still remember it. He confessed half-embarrassed, half-flippant and… I said yes
because, not that I like to admit it, I liked the boy's naïveté, his
presumptuous personality-- pretty much all of him.
 
My feet turned for the apartment building's exit first. While at first,Yukihira
followed closely behind, he quickly caught up with my pace. While walking
beside him, I never looked at his face; I couldn't bare to. I liked him enough
already that I'd probably get swept up like a leaf if I did so much as take a
glance at his face. The was a theory too troublesome to test.
 
Considering the exit wasn't too far away, it didn't take us long to get out.
Unexpectedly, there was a taxi waiting.
 
I looked over at Yukihira, but not at his eyes, for an explanation and he
shrugged. “Well, your apartment is pretty far from the ballroom. You think we’d
actually walk the whole way?”
 
This evidence was true to hold. My apartment was only a short distance from
Tootsuki campus but the ballroom was deep in and Tootsuki was large anyway.
With this in mind, I stepped into the taxi after Yukihira. I was taken aback
when he held the door open for me. Even though I was considered good-looking, I
had never been on any dates and was barely accustomed with dating customs.
 
Yukihira shut the door once he was seated next to me. The driver asked, “Where
to?”
 
“Tootsuki Academy, Ballroom A,” came Yukihira’s response.
 
The vehicle's engine revved and we were off, cruising to the dance. Yukihira
and I sat right next to each other, shoulders almost touching. We did so in
silence. I did not speak; Yukihira didn't; not even the driver could make a
noise other than nothing. Dead, awkwardsilence. The driver's hand turned the
radio as if in an attempt to break our awkwardness, but no radio channel could
be more deafening than the loudness of the silence.
 
And it's not as though I didn't want to talk; I didn't know what to say. What
did we used to talk about anyway? I couldn't look at him. Did I ever do so in
the first place? From the corner of my eye, I saw Yukihira glance over at me,
probably wondering if I was going to do anything. What happened to his usually
boisterous voice?
 
Though it only took a few minutes to get to our destination, it seemed like
days before got there. We slowed down to a stop and the driver asked for his
pay. “That'll be ¥1230.”
 
Yukihira reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. From there, he
pulled out one ¥1000 bill, a ¥200 bill and three ¥10 coins. He started giving
the money to the driver but I grabbed his wrist and stopped him.
 
“Yukihira, I can at least pay for half of the ride. I'm a passenger in this
taxi as well.”
 
“Sorry, but I can't let you do that. It's my treat.” He shrugged it off like he
always did.
 
I said sternly, “I can pay. I have enough money.” Though it was too late.
Yukihira had shaken my hand off and handed the driver his money as though he
hadn't heard what I had just said. If he did, he didn't show it.
 
So I reluctantly stepped out of the taxi after he once again opened my door for
me. Once more, I was taken aback. Would this become a regular occurrence in my
life now?
 
My feet touched Tootsuki’s pavement and we were off. For whatever reason, there
was a semi-long hallway before the actual ballroom. There was nothing on the
walls besides its posh wallpaper. The floors shined and looked like hardwood.
Probably Tootsuki's way of bragging.
 
For the first few seconds I thought we were going to have the same awkward
silence we  had in the taxi ride here. But that conclusion was soon shattered
once Yukihira said, “I kinda feel like Tootsuki's trying to brag about how
freakin’ rich they are.”
 
I laughed. I couldn't help it; those words were exactly my thoughts. Yukihira
laughed with me at his own remark. While laughing, I opened my eyes to find
myself facing him, which proved to be a bad idea. I don't know how I never
noticed this before, but he looked amazing when he laughed or smiled,enchanting
even. And I just couldn't help but stare. Just as I had predicted, looking at
him made me lose my sense, but it was difficult to look at his yellow eyes.
Yukihira opened his eyes and noticed I was just staring at him; he stared back.
For a few moments we did just that.
 
That was until he reached over and cupped my cheek. I flinched at his touch,
closing my eyes. I felt his hand tilt my head back in order to get me to look
at him. I thought he would lean into my lips for a kiss, but instead, I felt
Yukihira’s slightly chapped lips touch my cheek.
 
Huh?
 
When I opened my eyes, Yukihira was behind me, sauntering his way to the
ballroom doors. After a few steps, he stopped and looked back at me with an
expectant look and said, “You coming?” That was thrice I was taken aback.
 
I caught up with his pace, walking beside him again. Within seconds we were
entering the actual ballroom.
 
The sight was beautiful, and that was an understatement. Every corner seemed to
sparkle without any glitter. The chandelier lights cast an illusion that they
were moving. Balloons were in Tootsuki's colors of red, orange and blue.
Streamers danced with the dancers through the air. And despite this description
that could be described chaotic, it somehow came together to make a beautiful
painting.
 
And Tadokoro Megumi was standing in the corner farthest away from us, alone.
 
Instead of braids, her dark blue hair was strung up in pigtails at the high
sides of her head.  Todokoro wore a blue pleated dress that had white down her
middle. Across the white, a fuchsia ribbon contrasted in a zigzag pattern. Her
dress sleeves were white and pleated like the skirt. She had worn a dress that
suited her, and yet, there was no one to hold her close.
 
I saw Todokoro’s eyes glance at the figure beside me: Yukihira. Even though the
room was dark and she was too far away for me to see it clearly, I'm certain
tears welled up in her eyes. But even so, they did not fall down her face, but
stayed welled up, making her sight watery. Todokoro looked watery in my eyes,
or maybe it was the entire room that was water-dowsed. And from that moment
alone, I felt horrible.
 
While I was focused on Tadokoro, Yukihira nudged me. “Let's go find a table.” I
knew what he was doing: trying to brush it off as though he never noticed in
the first place.
 
Reluctantly, I followed him to a table that could easily be lost in the sea of
them it was in. He pulled my chair out for me but I wasn't surprised this time;
I was too caught up in feeling guilty to care. In fact I barely noticed it when
Yukihira sat down next to me-- and put his hand on mine.
 
This was one of the few actions I noticed. What further caught my attention was
when he started to speak. “I rejected Tadokoro properly, don't worry. But I
dunno if she has a date she’s planning on coming with.”
 
That date was you, dumbass. And it's because of me you didn't take her.
 
He added on,  “Stop looking like that. It's not your fault.” It wasn't a
scolding tone he spoke in; it was kind.
 
I tried to comply but my thoughts lingered on the subject. His words had taken
some of the subject's weight off my mind, but forced an entirely different
boulder on me. Earlier I thought he was brushing off Tadokoro’s sad look, but
it was quite the opposite. He was acknowledging it.
 
Yukihira continued, “I'll smooth things over with her so don't worry; it'll be
fine.”
 
I opened my mouth but no words came out. I tried again but I was cut off by a
waitress carrying platters of food. She carefully laid down our food, nori
rolls. Considering this was Tootsuki, this was a normal dish, abnormally
normal.
 
I raised the chopsticks that came with my plate and grabbed a roll and saw that
Yukihira had done the same. We both stuck a piece into our mouths. Then I was
struck with the food’s impact and I'm sure Yukihira felt it too. The first
texture was dry because of the dried seaweed. As I chewed, I revealed moist
rice that had something else that I recognized as shio kombu cheese. Finally my
tongue reached the center where the fish lay. Most of it seemed to be thick fat
but there was no denying that tuna meat was the source of the more calming
flavor. I wished there were bigger bites for me to take rather than having each
piece fit in my mouth entirely.
 
Yukihira expressed his thoughts. “Now that I think about it, Tadokoro made some
onigiri like this.” And as if realizing what he had just said, he glanced
nervously at me. Again, there was the topic: Todokoro Megumi.
 
But I wasn’t annoyed. “It’s fine,” I said, dismissing the topic.

The night continued with pop music and food created by the one and only Nakiri
Senazaemon’s hands. Yukihira and I chatted in-between our intervals of food. We
talked about food, stories, anything that came to mind, really, but neither of
us dared to bring up the subject of Todokoro.
 
We got up and danced. We twirled across the floor, first to the left and then
to the right. He spun me around a few times, even. And when we tired, we sat
back at our seats.
 
I looked at Yukihira who said,  “Well, that was nice.”
 
I gave a response of a dry throat. “...yeah.” I reached for my water glass and
gladly took all of it. Even when I knew it was finished, I still held it to my
lips as though hoping that more water magically slip out. When I finally set
the fancy glass down, Yukihira reached over for my hand.
 
I looked at the him who said, “Hey. I wanna show you something,” as he pulled
me out my cushioned chair and led me to the ballroom door. Leaning against the
door jamb was Todokoro.
 
Every step was hard to take towards her as though my legs were lead. But it
wasn't strength that was required on each step; twas mental preparation. But
with Yukihira leading me, it was easier.
 
We passed her and as we did, I heard her whisper shakily, “...please treat him
kindly.” And if I strained my ears hard enough, I could hear the pitter-patter
of her tears.
 
***
 
It didn't take long for us to get to where Yukihira intended us to go. Our
destination was only a few flights of stairs down in the main Tootsuki
building. For my jelly-legs, this was a long distance, such that Yukihira even
suggested that he carry me. Of course, I refused.
 
The destination was a kitchen in the basement of the Tootsuki. Oh, what did the
boy want to do, cook on a day like this?
 
Yukihira held and closed the door for me-- again. And from behind, I felt his
arms wrap around and embrace me. My body stiffened.
 
He whispered in my ear, “I'm so sorry about tonight.” As though sensing my
discomfort, he released me. I didn't say a word. Yukihira continued, “You look…
like there's something on your mind. Just, please, tell me.”
 
Yukihira flipped me around and hugged me from the front. His face buried in my
shoulder, apologizing.
 
He looked up and looked directly into my eyes, his gaze piercing me. By now, my
lower back had been pushed up against on of the kitchen counter edges. I
nowhere to escape to. I think for the first time that night, I looked directly
into his eyes.
 
He whispered quieter than before, “Please tell me.”
 
I refused to talk. He squeezed me tighter. I gave in. “Do you really think you
and Todokoro are still going to be okay? Human reactions don't work the same
way your shokugekis do.”
 
That didn't shake his optimism. “Just trust me please.” His apologetic face
mixed with one of begging.
 
I nodded; itwas best leave this to him. A wave of relief visibly washed over
Yukihira.
 
At this point we were in an awkward position, him almost pinning me to a
kitchen countertop and our bodies close. I could feel his warm breath against
my lips, count the eyelashes on each eye-- you name it. While we were both
filled with anticipation, he leaned forward, his lips finally brushing against
my own and going a bit further. The second time, his lips were notably more
rough as I felt his tongue in my mouth. We gasped and battled for air, a futile
attempt seeing that in the end we were breathless anyway.
 
Our hands roamed each other's bodies, exploring the places we had never felt
before. Gradually, we reached lower and lower towards our nether regions.
 
Somewhere along the way, Yukihira muttered under his breath, “Fuck…”
 
My lips curled up into a faint smirk and asked, “Was that a request?”
 
He returned the smirk. “Sorry, I'm the one doing the fucking this time.” He
roughly cupped my length from over my pants.
 
“Aah!” I hadn't been prepared for that.
 
The smirk from his face from before hadn't yet faded as he whispered into my
ear, “Heh. Nice sounds.” The damn devilish bastard.
 
Alright. Here's my revenge.
 
I grabbed him just as he had done me. Yukihira flinched when I mustered enough
strength to lift his hands of my body. Instead of him touching me, my hands
were rubbing him over his jeans. My hands slipped through his undone zipper and
into his boxers. Up and down my hand went, pumping his dick. Yukihira’s small
noises encouraged me to do more.
 
Though, as I was about to crouch down so my head level would be at his crotch,
Yukihira tore my hands away and held them to the counter behind me with two
strong grips.
 
“I told you, I'm doing the fucking,” Yukihira growled from the glutaral part of
his throat, his face clearly showing his carnal desire. His eyes narrowed and
glowed like a wolf’s when hunting its prey.
 
Once again, he roughly placed lips on mine while his strong arms pushed in top
of the cold counter. The low temperature against my skin left goosebumps up and
down my body. But even so, it felt good considering how hot my body was
becoming at the moment.
 
Yukihira finally took off my tight pants. Next, my boxers slipped off my hips.
And soon, I was exposed to my lover.
 
I whimpered quietly as he treated me roughly, but I liked it. Dear God, why is
this a kink of mine?
 
Before he could do anything more, I interrupted. “Yukihira, I don't want to be
a dead fish.”
 
He smiled almost too sweetly. “I know. That's why I'm doing it.”
 
Bastard, I'll get back at you sometime.
 
His hands danced and traced along my thighs and under them. He spread them
apart while doing so. Slowly, his hands made their way to my rear end’s
entrance. My body tensed in contrast with Yukihira’s slackening hand.
 
Yukihira looked at me with a tender look in his eyes and said, “I don't want to
hurt you. If you feel uncomfortable at any time at all, just say so, okay?” His
soft gaze and words calmed me down enough for him to insert one of his fingers.
 
I hissed. “Dry.”
 
He quickly extracted the finger once he heard me. “Oh yeah, I forgot about
that.” Not surprising. I glared.
 
From a drawer below the granite countertop, Yukihira pulled out a bottle of
olive oil. Now, I was nearly outraged. “Yukihira, don't waste ingredients.”
 
He looked at me skeptically. “You want me to enter you dry?” Good point. I kept
my smart mouth shut.
 
Within no time at all, oil was drizzled onto Yukihira’s fingers. With his
fingers now slick, he reinserted the digit from before. “Relax a bit for me,
Takumi.”
 
I knew I was tight but it was hard to relax due to the situation I was in. I
was being topped by the boy I was in love with and being done in a kitchen. Of
course I wouldn't be calm.
 
Yukihira whispered calming words to me such as, “I love you,” while he pressed
light touches onto the skin above my waist. With time, a second digit could
enter, and then the third, then the fourth. All while stroking his own arousal.
The feeling was nearly unbearable; his fingers weren't enough anymore, even
against my prostate. Both of us knew what I needed.
 
“Ah...haa!” I looked at him steadily. “Yukihira,” a sighed a breathy moan,
“that's enough now.” But he didn't take his fingers out. The bastard wanted to
draw out all my moans and unravel me slowly in every way I didn't want him to.
His four fingers rammed against my prostate in gradual repeats, none too fast.
“Haa~...Ah! Haa…nn, Yukihira.”
 
“Drop the formalities, Takumi.”
 
I shook my head stubbornly; I couldn't call him by his first name. It was far
too embarrassing. Even in my mind, pronunciation lingered over every syllable
and letter of the short name, Souma.
 
Yukihira couldn't help but force me to say his name. His fingers hit my
prostate at a much faster pace now, giving me constant ecstasy. To make it even
worse, he talked directly in my ears, whispering sweet words as well as my
name. He said my name, Takumi, as he always did but now it seemed so much
more…seductive.
 
He broke down my walls so far that there was nothing else to lose. I weakly
cried, “S-souma…”
 
His eyes flicked upwards in surprise to my submission. You’re the one who told
me to. He smiled the happiest, widest smile I’d ever seen him make. And that
alone made me happy.

We held each other for our moments of minutes. Our bodies rocked against the
counter, so close we couldn't separate. He was kind to me and told me there was
nothing to worry about. That was the truth; there really wasn't anything.
End Notes
     The dress Tadokoro is wearing is the one from the vocaloid song
     Karakuri Pierrot.
     When Yukihira mentions the dish that is similar to the shio-kombu
     sushi, he means the onigiri Tadokoro made that had the same kind of
     cheese. It's in one of the episodes.
     Wow, I intended this to be pwp. How did no plot become plot...?
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