#shokugeki no soma angst

[hornyanimegirl]

I missed you

featuring . . . TSUKASA EISHI

includes . . . a little bit of angst and fluff <3

notes . . . so i’m currently watching food wars and i have fallen in love with multiple characters, including tsukasa. but unfortunately theres not a lot of tsukasa x reader oneshots/headcannons on tumblr (i read them all) so im making my own

It had been a week since you last heard from Tsukasa. Of course, you couldn’t be mad at him, he was the number one seat on the ten after all. He had a lot of responsibilities he needed to take care of. But you couldn’t help but feel like he was avoiding you.

When it came to your relationship with Tsukasa, you were very insecure. You were nowhere near his level of cooking. And his many fan girls across Totsuki Academy never failed to remind you of that. Their whispers haunt you in the dead of night, your lack of sleep prominent to those in your dorm due to the bags under your eyes.

Tsukasa was always a bundle of nerves when it came to your insecurities, rambling to try and make you feel better, and it always worked. You always found it endearing how he never failed to try and make you feel better even though he could never find the right words. But you felt guilty for making him have to deal with it.  

Your friends tried to reassure you that Tsukasa cared about you and would never think you were annoying for needing reassurance. But it never worked. A week without Tsukasa was a long time, and without his nervous rambling, or calm and collected exterior, you felt like you were falling apart.

The gossip around school only seemed to increase after seeing you without Tsukasa for so long.

“Did they finally break up”

“Thank god, Tsukasa deserves better than her”

“She would just hold him back”

You tried not to blame him, you really did. But, your mind needed someone to take the blame, so you had to point your finger at him.  

It was his fault he was gone so long

His fault for your lack of sleep

His fault

His fault

His fault  

— — — — — — — — — — — — — —

Tsukasa has been piled up with paperwork the past week and has had no time to get away. Rindo hasn’t been helping since she pushed all her paperwork onto him so she could go eat some more food.

He has had no time to think about anything else but his council duties and paperwork, and it was exhausting. He would pull all-nighters just so he could finish up the paperwork faster and get a good night's sleep once he was finished.

As of now, all the council members were having a meeting, making sure everyone had made progress on their work. But everyone had gotten sidetracked after Ishiki asked a question.

“Have any of you heard the rumors about Y/n going around”

His innocent smile unwavering as he waited for everyone's reactions.

Tsukasa perked up at this. Y/n, he forgot about y/n. Everyone was staring at him at this point, having already heard the rumors going around.

They could see his anxiety slowly sky rocketing. He knew how you could get after being away for so long. You needed him by your side to reassure you that everything was going amazing in your relationship. It may seem like this would get annoying, but it never did.

Tsukasa knew your insecurities about your relationship were for good reason, this school was full of jealous monsters who attacked anything in their way. And what was in their way right now, was you.

“Oh no Y/n”

Tsukasa started nervously shaking in his chair, thinking of the outburst you would have once he went to see you.

Rindo quickly got up from her seat, and pulled Tsukasa out of his chair, slapping him on the back.

“You better hurry up Tsukasa before Y/n breaks up with you”

Rindo laughed as she tried to get Tsukasa to leave and go visit you.

But this only spiked Tsukasa’s anxiety as he waved his arms around

“Do you really think she’s going to break up with me”

Rindo rolled her eyes and pushed Tsukasa towards the door.

“Just go already”

— — — — — — — — — — — — — —

Back at the dorms, you were hauled up in your room, too tired to see anyone. Your mind was reeling a mile a minute, all you wanted right now was Tsukasa.

“Y/n, you need to eat something, we have food for you downstairs”

Someone said as they knocked on your door, your mind too foggy to make out the voice.

“I'm not hungry right now but thanks”

You didn’t bother waiting for their reply, as you stared back out the window you were sitting next to.

As you lean your head against the window, the thoughts plaguing your mind silencing, you begin to fall asleep, and the only thing you can think about was how much you wanted Tsukasa to cuddle you right now.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — —

Tsukasa had arrived at your dorm out of breath. Pushing past the dorm members that were bombarding him with questions.

Running up the stairs and to the front of your room door he finally stopped to catch his breath.

The reason he was here and the situation he put himself in seemed to hit him like a truck as the guilt passed through him like a bullet.

He hadn’t come to visit you in a week, leaving you to deal with all the whispering of his annoying fan girls. Tsukasa knew he had a good reason and tried to reassure himself that it was okay because he was busy, but when it came to you and how you must have been feeling through all of this, he just couldn’t calm his nerves.

Before he could process what he was doing, he had opened the dorm to your room, and was greeted with a beautiful sight.

You were seated by the window, your legs pulled up to your chest, arms wrapped around your knees, and your head leaning on the window. Your hair was slightly over your face, and the setting sun hit just right on your skin.

Tsukasa was speechless, at times like these, he felt like you deserved better than him. You were gorgeous and funny, you were surrounded with people you loved, and although you hadn’t noticed, you had guys lining up for their turn to ask you out.

He was a nervous, anxious reck that obviously couldn’t satisfy your needs. Tsukasa was in this situation after all.

The noise of the door opening had woken you up. When you turned to see Tsukasa standing by the door lost in thought, your eyes welled up with tears. The anger you felt towards him for being gone for a week had vanished, and all that was left was happiness.

You missed him.

You jumped from your seat and ran towards him, arms wrapping around his torso, and burying your face in his chest.

Tsukasa was beyond shocked by the affection, expecting a scolding from you for being gone, or you shouting at him. He hadn’t prepared an apology speech, but he was hoping his nervous ranting would get him through it.

He was relieved this was your reaction. He wasted no time in wrapping an arm around your waist and bringing his other hand to the back of your head to push your head further into his chest. You nuzzling further into his warmth.

“I'm sorry”

He whispered repeatedly, hoping that this was enough to make up for his absence.

You could feel him shaking against your body. You felt guilty that you blamed him for something he couldn’t control. You knew Tsukasa, and he would never purposely do something like this to you.

“It’s ok Tsukasa, it's not your fault”

You rubbed a hand up and down his back, the comfort and soothing touch relieving Tsukasa of his worries.

“I still didn’t tell you I'd be gone for so long”

His head was buried in the crook of your neck, his breath tickling your skin.

“It’s ok, you’re here now”

The rest of the day was filled with cuddles and gentle caresses.

[justminawrites]

Eremophobia

AO3

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

“Don’t go.”

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

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

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

“Don’t go.”

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

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

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

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

They had never been good with words.

“Don’t go.”

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

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

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

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

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

He didn’t even bother to turn around. 

“Don’t go.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t go.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

_________

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

“Hello? Professor?"

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

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

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

Hayama took it in surprise.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hayama blinked– he hadn’t expected that. 

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

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

“That’s-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She turned away, heading down the staircase now. 

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

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

“Hayama-kun?”

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

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

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

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

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

She was gone before he could open his mouth.

[thatanimewriter]

SHOKUGEKI NO SOMA MASTERLIST.

✦ - fluff

❖ - angst

☼ - general (reader excluded)

☾ - suggestive

⛧ - crack

☁ - series

✼ - supporters only

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

── 𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐀.  

an s/o who specialises in desserts (✦, ⛧) s/o is the prize for a shokugeki (✦) ‘so you’re the one who’s been fucking my daughter’ ( ☾, ⛧) animal crossing new horizons (⛧) wrapping a small gift in 20 layers of wrapping paper (☼, ⛧) buying takeout and pretending you cooked it (✦, ⛧) korean s/o who cooks super spicy food (✦, ⛧) making their s/o cry by accident (✦, ❖) s/o who is a world champion chocolatier since childhood (✦, ⛧) femboy!s/o (✦, ⛧) s/o prefers homemade food (✦, ⛧) everything everywhere all at once (✦, ⛧)

── 𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐑𝐎 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈.

wrapping a small gift in 20 layers of wrapping paper (☼, ⛧)

── 𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐈 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐌𝐈.

wrapping a small gift in 20 layers of wrapping paper (☼, ⛧) buying takeout and pretending you cooked it (✦, ⛧) korean s/o who cooks super spicy food (✦, ⛧) femboy!s/o (✦, ⛧)

── 𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈 𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀.

wrapping a small gift in 20 layers of wrapping paper (☼, ⛧) making their s/o cry by accident (✦, ❖) s/o who is a world champion chocolatier since childhood (✦, ⛧)

── 𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄.

wrapping a small gift in 20 layers of wrapping paper (☼, ⛧) s/o prefers homemade food (✦, ⛧)

── 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀 𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐀.

s/o who learnt their native language (✦) ‘so you’re the one who’s been fucking my daughter’ ( ☾, ⛧) wrapping a small gift in 20 layers of wrapping paper (☼, ⛧) fake it till you make it (✦, ⛧) buying takeout and pretending you cooked it (✦, ⛧) korean s/o who cooks super spicy food (✦, ⛧) making their s/o cry by accident (✦, ❖) s/o who is a world champion chocolatier since childhood (✦, ⛧) femboy!s/o (✦, ⛧) s/o prefers homemade food (✦, ⛧) retrouvailles (❖)

── 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐁𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐎.

s/o who learnt their native language (✦) ‘so you’re the one who’s been fucking my daughter’ ( ☾, ⛧) elite 10 s/o who is small and feisty (✦, ⛧) wrapping a small gift in 20 layers of wrapping paper (☼, ⛧) buying takeout and pretending you cooked it (✦, ⛧) korean s/o who cooks super spicy food (✦, ⛧) making their s/o cry by accident (✦, ❖) s/o who is a world champion chocolatier since childhood (✦, ⛧) femboy!s/o (✦, ⛧) s/o prefers homemade food (✦, ⛧)

── 𝐈𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐍.

small and cute s/o who is blunt and sarcastic (✦, ⛧) wrapping a small gift in 20 layers of wrapping paper (☼, ⛧) picnic passion (✦, ☾) steamy... or is it smokey? (✦, ☾)

── 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐀 𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈.

‘so you’re the one who’s been fucking my daughter’ ( ☾, ⛧) wrapping a small gift in 20 layers of wrapping paper (☼, ⛧) love triangle with tsukasa and isshiki (✦, ⛧) femboy!s/o (✦, ⛧) s/o prefers homemade food (✦, ⛧) retrouvailles (❖) everything everywhere all at once (✦, ⛧)

── 𝐊𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔.

‘so you’re the one who’s been fucking my daughter’ ( ☾, ⛧) wrapping a small gift in 20 layers of wrapping paper (☼, ⛧)

── 𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈.

wrapping a small gift in 20 layers of wrapping paper (☼, ⛧) buying takeout and pretending you cooked it (✦, ⛧) taste-testing baker s/o’s treats (✦) where were you? (❖) love triangle with tsukasa and isshiki (✦, ⛧)

── 𝐄𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐘𝐀.

sarcastic but considerate s/o (✦)

[cardboard13]

IT'S UP! IT'S SUCH A LONG CHAPTER OMG. I had to set up everything, and the angst wasn't that much, but...yeah. I still liked how it turned out...

[mackjlee9]

Shokugeki no Soma

Fluff/Angst

Smut/Lime

Kurokiba Ryo x Top!Male!Reader

Shinomiya Kojiro x Top!Male!Reader

[redriotbaby]

Hey there hun! Just wondering if you would ever consider writing for food wars? The fandom is starving ironically haha ♡♡ Thank you and have a pleasant night/day!!

Henlo anonnie, I was actually considering on writing for food wars as well but I wasn’t sure if anyone was interested in it. Overall I’d be so happy to write for food wars, feel free to send in requests for food wars if you’d like 😊 thank you so much, I hope you have a wonderful day full of happiness and love 💕

[takoyakitenchou]

“I’ve spent all this time wondering and worrying about you. You didn’t think of me once?” For Sorina plsss

ohhhh yes. i have been waiting for this ask. *aggressive knuckle cracking feat. an alternate ending to masq which i am still considering tbh

Erina looked at the the only man she’d ever love straight in his honey gold eyes and lied. “No, Yukihira. That was eight years ago for a reason.”

Souma stared back at her. “Stop fucking around. I know you’re lying.”

She scoffed. “Now why would I lie?” How to tell him that she had not spent a single second without wondering how he was doing; how to tell him that he and his crooked smile and wild red hair had been at the forefront of her mind for damn near the whole fucking decade?

“Because that’s all you’ve ever done! You lie and lie and lie, and I’m sick of it, Nakiri. I’m fucking sick of you lying about your feelings and making me feel like a brainless piece of shit every time I come running to you whenever you ask me to. I should’ve stopped answering your goddamn calls the second you broke up with me, but instead I tried so fucking hard to keep our friendship intact. I’m sick of it, Nakiri. I’ve spent all this time wondering and worrying about you. You didn’t think of me once? Is that what you’re trying to say?”

“What if I said I’m sick of you making baseless assumptions? I broke up with you, Yukihira, and I’m sure as hell not about to change that. I tried to see the good in you. I looked past your squareass nature and how careless you are about everything and everyone other than your food. I ignored every damn date you blew off and told myself that whatever infatuation I used to have for you was enough to cover all of your bullshit. But in the end you’re what you’ve always been. A nameless peasant who says whatever he wants whenever he wants and pretends to be royalty.”

Souma laughed loudly but his voice was like nails on a chalkboard and his knuckles were white on the railing of the balcony. “Nameless, you say?”

“You will never be at my level. You don’t deserve to be dignified with my time. My answer is the same. I didn’t think of you once.”

I’ve fucked up again, Erina thought to herself. The resigned, dim lights in Souma’s eyes flared into what Erina later came to realize was hellfire. He was seething with rage, his voice tight and colder than a blizzard. It was obvious from how clipped his words were that he was doing everything in his power to control himself.

“Right. We’ll both be dead before I call you again.” Souma threw her a look that was so full of disgust that Erina almost collapsed. He whirled on his heel and on his way out of her condo, he slammed the glass door so hard that it shattered into a thousand pieces.

How fitting, Erina thought as she regarded the shards, but she couldn’t bring herself to think anything else of it. Frankly, she no longer had the energy to even be pissed at him. Because, as usual, he was right, no matter how much she wished otherwise.

An hour later, after she’d bemoaned her lack of insight, foresight, hindsight, and sight in general, she decided she’d probably have to do something about the glass and carefully picked her way among the fragments to head downstairs and inform the lobby receptionist—because who else was she supposed to tell?

Then she saw the 50,000 yen tucked next to the doorjamb, safely out of harm’s way. In his neat, slightly slanted script, Yukihira Souma had written one phrase on the top bill.

ごめんなさい.

I’m sorry.

And for the first time in a decade, Erina finally allowed herself to cry for the future she had lost.

[tailsisfluffy]

Takumi: You excel at so many other things, Isami. Some that I can’t even dream of getting a hold of. Why do you beat yourself up so much over not cooking as well as me?

Isami: Because I like having fun with you, and cooking seems like the only activity you truly have fun with. If I can’t keep up with you, you will not want to cook or have fun with me anymore.

[polar-stars]

☂ For eizan and shun pls

You really do be asking for my wishy-washy angst, huh? 

☂ angsty headcanon

They both don’t get along with their respective dads very much.

Shun’s mother died when he was around 3 or 4 and ever since then his father has gotten extremely distant, rather choosing to drown himself in his work as a way of coping with his loss. Little Shun felt let down and abandoned by his dad basically and was raised more by his aunt and her husband than by his dad. 

Shun’s dad tries to patch the relationship way later when Shun is already an adult and has kids on his own...but Shun has a really hard time forgiving him.

Eizan’s dad just sucks. Kosuke Eizan is the type of parent that says absolutely nothing when their child accomplishes anything but sure do has a lot to say as soon as their child does anything wrong. Kosuke majorly cares about the family’s company, everything else comes second. His parenting, if you can even call it that since he was honestly rarely even there, was very authoritarian. 

I think that to young Etsuya misbehaving felt like the only way he could even get his father’s attention. He would start to argue with his father a ton once he gets a teen and puberty hits 

[isshinene]

Could you write a story where Satoshi and Nene have to break up because they have to get into an arranged marriages ( bc clans). Some time after that and Satoshi has been really melancholic/sad and goes to check up on Nene. He then find out Nene had been forced into an unhealthy marriage (very intense physical and mental abuse). He then tries to heal her and get back together.

Roots and Wings

AN: Thanks for the request (quite the angst here)! I must warn you though, it’s more of a plot that should be developed into a multi-fic since it is such a complicated issue and requires a huge shift in characters. So what I wrote here is just a snippet of your request but I tried my best to include as much of your request as possible!

I hope you enjoy! Also, it takes place in historical Japan! Which may or may not be the setting for a new multi-fic of mine????

WARNING: Contains mentions of domestic violence.

It was an honor they said.

A privilege.

The blessing of the century.

All such hailings and beautiful lies graced Nene’s mind as she watched from the solitude of her own quarters; her prison. The pitiful spring winds gently shook the flowers of May and miniature bonsai trees; all trimmed prim and neat within its own stunted roots. The dullness of her pink eyes focused on the gardens beyond the open screens, finding herself resenting the wind with what little force it used to brush away the earth that bounded that tree. Or rather, she resented the strength with which the palace held on to it.

Her legs were beginning to ache, whether it be from the bruises or from sitting too long, Nene hadn’t a clue. Perhaps this was a sign of the palace rooting her as well, tradition binding her feet with its thorns and vines for her to step beyond the tatami of her own chambers.

It was an honor they said. They thought.

Before her laid piles of scriptures, poetry, court gossips of love and affairs. Her beloved books stood neatly on the shelves with their spines intact enough to hide their torn out and damaged pages. Such wonderful novels of escape became incomplete in a short burst of drunken rage as he destroyed her room the night before. Beyond that, her kimonos were ripped, her fans were broken, the shoji of her screens was pierced through completely, and her futon kicked about. But it all meant little to him. It was all simply property, including herself. Her body, her pride, her joys, hopes, and dreams were all for his taking, and she could do nothing about it.

Four years ago, she was given the privilege of serving as the Emperor’s concubine. As a young, nobleman’s daughter, it would be seen as the height of accomplishment and greatest honor for the bride’s clan. Other’s looked upon her with awe and envy, as she moved up the social ladder to become The Almighty’s woman.

It was an honor they said. They never knew.

Never knew his temper, his anger, his violence, and addiction. His threats and cynical laughs. His paranoia and possession. His lust and cruelty.

Her pain. Her sorrow. Her tears.

“Mistress,” one of the court ladies beckoned beyond the doors.

“Yes?” Nene replies, wondering if it’s already time for supper or a bath, despairing at the menial tasks her life contained now.

“You have a visitor.”

“A visitor?” she repeated, confused by the prospect of the Emperor allowing her a visitor. “Let them in.”

Slowly, the panels of the futsuma open, revealing the dark stature of a familiar man.

Her eyes widen at his presence, watching his swift movements as he took audience before her.

“Isshiki-san…”

“Kinokuni-sama, it’s been a while,” he smiles weakly at her.

Nene stiffens at the mention of her family name, an old life she can hardly acknowledge anymore. A life that included him at one point. “You must call me by my title,” she reminded.

The smile he offers disappears.

“Why are you here, Isshiki-san?”

“The Emperor knows our clans are close. He wouldn’t want a war to break out in the East and West just because he couldn’t appease a simple request from one of his noblemen.” Satoshi smirked, “I came to see you. How are you?”

“I’m fine,” she lied, “I see that you are doing well. How is your wife?”

“She… doing fine.”

An awkward silence brews between the former lovers, as both find it’s difficult to carry on beyond the formalness. “That’s not what I came to talk about, Kinokuni-sama—”

“—Mistress,” she corrects.

“Nene—” Satoshi says louder, with further emphasis. Quieting down again, he gains control of his emotions. “Am I a fool to believe that fair skin and a full heart lies beneath those silk robes of yours?” He asks solemnly.

Her eyes close at his question; at the pitiful state she is in. “It’s too late for this, Isshiki—”

“No, it’s not! I can get you out!”

“You’re married!”

“That doesn’t matter!”

“And why doesn’t it!” she exclaims, exasperated by his proposal.

“Because four years ago, I made a mistake letting you become trapped here. So I spent the last four years trying to fix that. I can get you out. We can run away from this hell.”

Shifting her gaze away from his firey one, her sight wandered back out to the rooted bonsai. “What if I can’t run anymore? What if I’m fixed here forever?”

Sighing, he follows her eyes to the garden. Just beyond the trees, Satoshi finds a pair of finches roosting up within the branches singing a beautiful song of spring. “If you can’t run, forget your feet and fly. I can open the door, Nene. You just need to tell me when.”

With that, the young nobleman got up from his seated position on the mats, gathering his belongings before offering her one last look of longing before stepping out beyond the doors to close them.

Nene watched the birds within the trees, leaping effortlessly from branch to branch, unbound in limits as one followed the other.

“Wait,” she called quietly, still looking towards the bird. It was soft, but enough for Satoshi to pause.

“I want to fly too,” Nene admitted, as the pair of finches flew beyond the palace walls.

[wishingforatypewriter]

Sorina 22 and/or 10 (bc I love angst w/ happy ending) totes up to you tho, I’ll read anything you write basically lmao thank you

Here you go, anon, their first real fight. 

Things you said that made me feel like shit and Things you said after it was almost over

To say that Erina was pissed would be a monumental understatement. Once again, her boyfriend had pulled his classic disappearing act. She had been waiting up at their Tokyo apartment, sleepy and irritated and wondering what he could possibly be doing at 2:30 in the goddamn morning when he texted her, ‘Something came up. Be back later.’

That night she had gone to bed annoyed and thoroughly prepared to curse him out when she woke up. But he wasn’t back that morning, or the next one, or the one after that. 

By the ninth day of his absence, she was fairly certain that ‘something had come up’ in Paris or in New York. But, then again, how would she know?  

When Erina got back from her dinner service that night and found her laundry basket empty and her clothes folded and the hardwood floors mopped, she knew that he was home. Home and stress-cleaning. 

She rolled her eyes. How the hell was she supposed to stay mad when all her blouses were ironed and smelled like lavender? 

“Sup, Nakiri?” he asked when she joined him out on the balcony.

Erina noted that he didn’t kiss her, which was only the case when he had been smoking. Her lilac eyes flitted to the ashtray and sure enough there were five cigarette butts in there. He realllllly needed to find a better way to deal with stress, but Erina was only interested in picking one fight at a time. 

“Where the hell have you been?” she asked, knowing better than to expect a real response.

“Home,” he said. “I had to take care of a few things.” 

Erina paused for a moment. ‘Home’ was a pretty tricky term for people like them. Was he talking about New York or Paris? Those were the only cities she knew he felt any real attachment to. 

“And you didn’t bring back anything from Jacques Torres?” she asked, citing her favorite French chocolate shop in NYC. 

“In the Sumiredori Shopping District?” he asked her. “You must know something I don’t, Nakiri.” 

“Oh, that’s what you meant,” she said. She knew the original Restaurant Yukihira was in some obscure town outside of Tokyo. Erina felt herself growing irritated again. Had he really ignored her for a week and a half just to air out his little diner? “That’s really something.”

“What’s the matter?” 

“Nothing. I assumed you were working all this time, but clearly you were too busy playing hero and signing autographs to pick up a phone and call me.” 

Erina expected an apology, or at least one of those forehead kisses that never failed to make her smile, but he just looked at her for a long while. “I was planning a funeral.”

That…that was not at all what she had been expecting. Oh dear lord, she sounded like an asshole. “Oh…I um. Shit. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Why would it matter to Nakiri Erina if some peasant in an obscure town drops dead?” 

“Come on. Don’t be like that,” she said. “I would’ve come and-”

“And you would have looked down on everyone you saw and compared everything to Manhattan and Roppongi Hills. I saved you the trouble.” 

Erina’s eyes narrowed. “If that’s the kind of person you think I am, then why are you with me?” 

Souma sighed, then got up. “Sometimes I don’t even know,” he said in a voice so low she almost missed it.  

Erina knew he was going to leave then, and go to some bar and smoke more of those goddamn cigarettes. And he was going to come back in the morning and make her breakfast and pretend the argument had never happened. But she couldn’t go along with that. Not tonight. 

She was ten miles past sick of this shit, and he was going to hear about it. 

“Oh, but I do,” she said, following him into the living room. “You’re only with me because Megumi left you. You had no intention of even dating me properly until she married someone else!”

“Are you really about to make this about Tadokoro?” 

“Everything is about Tadokoro with you!” she yelled. “You won’t even give me the chance to be there for you the way she was because in your mind no one will ever measure up to her!” 

“Nakiri-

“I’m so fucking sick of you keeping me at arm’s length and then resenting me for not knowing anything!” she continued, her eyes beginning to burn with tears. That wasn’t good. That meant she was running out of steam. “I’m sick of you making me feel like a bad girlfriend because you won’t trust me!” 

“Nakiri.” His eyes were softer now. He thumbed the tears away from her cheeks. “You’re the only person I want to be with. I’m not gonna lie, you frustrate me sometimes, but you’re not a bad girlfriend. And I do trust you. We’re just…from different worlds.”

“And we live in mine,” Erina said, truly realizing it for the first time. “If you took me to your hometown, I wouldn’t look down on it. Or at least I’d try not to.” 

“I know.” And Erina finally got her forehead kiss. “I’ll take you sometime.” 

“There’s decent WiFi there, right?” she asked after a beat.

“Nakiri.”

“Kidding,” she said, though she would still make sure her phone had ten gigs of mobile hotspot. 

[stars-in-a-jam-jar]

Shokugeki OTP Week Day 2: Future

Sunshine and Zinnias

It wasn't Shun's fault. Zenji had to keep reminding himself of that. Shun didn't want to leave him. At least Zenji hoped not.

"It's okay Zenji." Shun's gentle voice did little to lull his anxieties. "I know Texas is a long way from Greece, but we can still chat and call."

Zenji's heart tensed. The two of them had worked hard to make it through Totsuki Academy, and during that time neither had really made a move. It was only occasionally Zenji caught glimpses of affection from his reserved and stoic dorm mate, but both of them knew something was there. Thinking about it just made the whole situation that much worse.

"I..." Zenji shook as he reached out to take Shun's rough, calloused hand. "I don't want you to go. I want to stay with you."

Shun looked from their hands to Zenji's taut face and back.

"It's alright Zinnia." Shun gave him a soft smile and that's when Zenji just couldn't take it anymore. He mashed their lips together almost as though it had been reflex, breathing in Shun's scent of wood, smoke, and strangely citrus. Shun took a moment to respond, but when Zenji felt the other boy's hand caress the back of his head, he felt like all was right with the world. The two of them detached their lips from each-other and Zenji carefully pushed the hair from Shun's eyes.

"When did you start calling me Zinnia?"

"Now. Unless you don't like it."

"I love it, please don't stop."

"Never, Zinnia."

Zenji briefly pressed another kiss into Shun's lips. The wonderstruck look on Shun's face when he pulled away once again, fully visible thanks to Zenji's hand still pinning back his bangs, made Zenji feel like he was floating, completely submersed in the sort of sweetness and sublime tenderness that comes with seeing someone look at you like you're the most beautiful thing in the world.

"I think I'm going to faint." He quavered. Shun chuckled a bit and ran his thumb over Zenji's cheek.

"A delicate flower."

"Shut up." Zenji said, leaning into his touch. "I don't want you to go. You can't just disappear."

"I don't want to leave you. But we have to. We have futures ahead of us."

"But I want a future with you."

"I know."

"I just wish I had worked up the nerve to say that... before it was too late."

"... Promise you'll stay in touch?"

"Yes."

"We can work out the other stuff later then." Shun pecked Zenji's lips lightly. "I'll miss my flight if I don't go now."

He turned and started out the gate, stretching his arm as far as it would go until he had to let go of Zenji's hand. They looked at each other a while as Shun continued down the walk.

"Goodbye... Goodbye sunshine!"

Shun paused a moment before smiling a pure and genuine smile.

"Goodbye Zinnea. I'll message you as soon as we land!"

[mayuuunaise]

i got caught up re-reading @tofyuu​‘s mafia au lore and i remembered i wanted to do this!!!!! based on this post bc i love angst and i haven’t drawn in a long time i am rusty af. as u can see, i can only really draw my daughter even if i attempted a takumi to go along with this :’)))))) i’m sorry i failed u mel but i will definitely sketch out more scenes bc i am in luv w this au and no can stop me lmao

[shokugekiimagines]

could I have some sfw angst headcannons for the ships? (Takumegu, sorina, ryoali, akisako)

Takumegu:

Takumi isn’t someone who easily starts fights.

But seeing Megumi around Isami enjoying herself makes him jealous.

He knows it’s stupid, Isami is his brother and Megumi wouldn’t be capable  of doing such a thing as cheating.

But he’s still jealous.

He won’t say a thing until he reaches his breaking point.

He bursts in front of Megumi and Isami.

Suddenly she’s also screaming at him.

How could he not trust her?

Sorina:

This started as an stupid argument.

Really, it was as usual.

Erina talking about how Souma comes from a rather poor household.

But this time Souma wasn’t on his usual cheerful mood.

And thus they started fighting.

He knew she didn’t really mean it but once he shouted to her that she was a conceited princess there was no going back.

Ryoali:

Lack of communication can be a bitch.

Alice was seeking attention from Ryou as per usual.

But he was occupied experimenting with a new dish.

She kept on asking him questions or just babbling about whatever until Ryou, who seeked peace for his research, got fed up with her.

He yelled at her to shut up.

And of course she fought back.

Akisako:

And what’s worse than lack of communication?

Lack of time.

Hayama isn’t exactly a clingy boyfriend.

But he does enjoy spending some quality time with Hisako.

But she’s been so busy around Erina lately.

They’re currently fighting in the middle of the campus.

[fantastic-rambles]

Random Sk8 Thoughts: Adam

So I’ve just started/binged Sk8 the Infinity (up to episode 9), and from what I can see on Tumblr, Adam seems to be almost universally despised? But I really don’t get it.

Objectively, yes, he’s a terrible person for whom the ends always justify the means. His trauma and backstory don’t excuse what he does. I get that. But how is he any different from any other Magnificent Bastard villain with a traumatic childhood in pretty much any other media who gets showered in sympathy?

The biggest criticisms I’ve seen are his attack on Cherry/physical contact with his opponents and his “pedophilia,” so I’m just gonna share my opinions on those.

For full disclosure, I adore Adam. He’s easily my favorite character in the show because I generally like Magnificent Bastards, especially if they’re highly competent and have a strong personal identity, even if it’s a terrible one. What I hate the most are the sympathetic villains who go through a Heel-Face Turn and join up with the “good guys” and lose their convictions. It also doesn’t hurt that he gives me huge Phantom of the Opera vibes, and not just because of his mask and his flair for the dramatic. <3

Yes, Adam is incredibly aggressive when he competes. But how is that any different from what Shadow does? Sure, Shadow doesn’t physically assault his opponent, but we’ve seen him throw fireworks and even shine enormous laser beams into their eyes, the latter of which resulted in his opponent falling off the course. Fortunately for his opponent, he just fell into the dirt, but it could have just as easily ended in him going off a cliff. But Shadow’s actions seem to be brushed off as humorous rather than dangerous. It seems to me the only difference between what Shadow and Adam do is that what Adam does actually throws his opponents off, while Shadow just fails at doing so despite his best efforts. And in the qualifying round with Joe and Langa, there are literally five people ganging up and attacking Langa with batons. If “S” is an “anything goes” competition as it seems to be, then dirty tricks are just things that everyone needs to prepare for.

As for his “pedophilia,” I feel like everyone accusing him of pedophilia is overreacting. It seems pretty apparent to me that he has a fucked up understanding of what “love” is, but even so, his “love” for Langa (and all of his other opponents, as he claims to Miya) doesn’t strike me as romantic love, or even sexual desire, for all that he calls Langa the “Eve” to his Adam. In my opinion, what Adam wants more than anything else is an equal to him in skating. The reason why he ended his friendship with Cherry and Joe was because they couldn’t really challenge him any more, and no matter how hard he worked to find a true rival (even building his own course and using his influence to keep the police away from it), there was nobody who could keep up with him, so he always had to hold back because winning by a mile is boring.

While Tadashi could have been a contender for that position (of rival), their difference in social status makes that difficult, as well as Tadashi’s apparent feelings of guilt towards Adam for not standing up for him when he was younger (to the extent that he’s willing to take the fall for Adam’s perjury, in addition to doing pretty much anything else Adam tells him to). So now that Adam’s found someone who not only won’t back down and be intimidated, but will even push back, and who has enough raw talent that he could be a real threat to Adam’s unquestioned position as the #1 skater, Adam’s absolutely fucking ecstatic, and he doesn’t care if everyone knows it. However, the only way he knows how to express it is in “terms of love,” so that’s what he does. But that doesn’t mean that he wants to fuck Langa or has any sexual thoughts about him. He just wants someone who can see the same world that he does when he’s skating (like when his eye gets all colorful during his first race with Langa, and Langa sees something similar), so that he’s no longer skating “alone.”

To me, examples of similar characters are Jouichirou (from Shokugeki no Soma) or Aomine (from Kuroko no Basuke)... except that they just gave in to despair. So is Adam hated because he didn’t give up and drown in angst, and continued to challenge others to try to pull out their maximum ability (and is constantly disappointed by the results until he discovers Langa)? >.>

[asimpqueen]

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~ Whether you’d like a Headcanon, x reader, or other (Please specify if other)

~ Character (And where they’re from)

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Here is a list of what I have watched:

Akame Ga Kill

Angel Beats

Ao no Exorcist/Blue Exorcist

Banana Fish

Black Bullet

Black Butler (Rewatching)

Code Geass

Danganronpa

Death Note

Death Parade

Diabolik Lovers

Dr. Stone (Not caught up)

Durarara!!

Fairy Tail

Food Wars/Shokugeki no Soma (Currently Watching)

Free!

Future Diary/Mirai Nikki

Haikyuu!!

Highschool DxD (Not Caught up)

Hunter x Hunter

Hyperdimension Neptunia

Kakegurui/Compulsive Gambler

My Hero Acadamia/Boku no Hero Academia

Nanbaka/Numbered Idiots

Nagi no Asukara/A Lull in the Sea

No Game No Life

Ouran Highschool Host Club

Owari no Seraph/Seraph of the End (Not Caught up)

Rising of the Shield Hero

RWBY

Sakamoto Desu Ga?/Haven’t you heard? I’m Sakamoto

Shingeki no Kyojin/Attack on Titan (Not caught up)

Sword Art Online (Not Caught up)

Tokyo Ghoul (Not Caught up)

Toradora

Your lie in April

Yuri!!! On Ice

I have also played:

~ Mystic Messenger

~ The Arcana

Please keep in mind that depending on the requests, I may take a bit to write it because I may need to rewatch or catch up on them in order to feel comfortable enough to write for characters. This will also apply to the two otome games, I may need to replay a route to feel comfortable enough writing for them. This list will be updated accordingly ^^

Thank you <3

Sincerely

~ M <3