And this is definitely the last chapter. Sorry, this is all I can think to close this story for good. I'll explain in the end-notes why of that. I'll write a new story about souma and the other girls and erina soon, but not in this story with already developed plot. So... That's it. o more of soft and wet. Anyway, stay golden, y'all.

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Erina was now in peace...

After hours and hours working as not only the current Head of the Nakiri empire, but also as a businesswoman and Queen of her own set of restaurants, she had for the best night of sleep in a long time. The cooking world was indeed a cannibalistic setting, and even when nothing could possibly bring any actual harm to her(except maybe that person), she still has to maintain her might and high status as one of the best chefs in the Globe and the Empress of the Nakiri reign...

However, not today, not in this morning. Now, Nakiri Erina was just a healthy, ordinary, beautiful blond young woman just waking up from the best night of sleep she had in a while. No stress, no worries, no Nakiris or anything. Her mind was clean as water, and her body just as fine. Just by opening her eyes to stare at the clean white ceiling, the sunrays from a window gently illuminating the rest of the room, she knew today was going to be a fantastic day...

Of course, every good vibe she received from that soon vanished when she turned around and saw a certain redhead on her bed, sleeping as a rock right next to her...

"Kyaaaaaaah...!" She screamed, losing her balance after the shock and falling on her back on the floor. She even tried to put herself on the bed by pulling the sheets, but they came with her to the dead end of the floor. The sudden noise was enough to jump-wake the intruder, as he stood up and frenetically looked around.

"What?! What?! Is the kitchen on fire?! Megumi got lost in Italy again?! Oh my god, where's Marui?!" Yukihira Souma asked no one in particular, trying his hard to pinpoint the problem of such urgency. However, before he could even think straight, POOF!, a soft pillow went flying to and hit him right on the face. The poor chef struggled with that piece of cloth before taking his time to take it off his face, where he placed his gaze to a very pissed Erina on the floor.

"Souma, you jerk! How many times I have to say for you to call me before going back home?!" The Nakiri heiress pouted and tossed another pillow at him, only for him to dodge that one. She continued her barrage of fluffy nightmare, to Poor Souma's misery. How many heads does rich people secretly have for so much pillows?! "You ruined my day! You're the worst! I hate you! I hate you!"

"Hey, hey! I did call you! It's not my fault that yesterday was an easy day for you and... Whoa!" And this time, she folded the sheets into a big ball of cloth and threw at him, hitting and almost putting him off balance against that. "Yesterday was a busy day at Yukihira's! It was a holiday festival! Of course I wouldn't lose that! Erina, c'mon...!"

"You jerk! I hate you! I hate you!" She kept talking while resuming her pillow storm. Souma, now having total understanding of the situation, was quick enough to dodge and quickly sneak up to the blond berserker. Before Erina could even react to it, he reached his arms around her and pulled her in a tight and warm hug without her even realizing it. She struggled a little more, still infuriated, but after a while, she melted on his arms, blushing, pouting and still pretty pissed off. "You jerk..."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry. I'll leave a message next time." He chuckled, as he caressed her long golden locks and snuggled her a little to wipe out that pouty face of her. Erina blushed even more, and buried her little head on his broad, muscular chest. Curses, how can she still be mad after that one? She looked at him, and grunted at his smiling face.

"You idiot. I won't forgive you next time..."

"Sorry, sorry. Please forgive me, oh empress Erina of the Nakiri kingdom." He joked, but before she could go madder, he placed a soft, quick kiss on her forehead, enough to stun her a little. Souma escaped another violent outburst of her, and headed to the kitchen, out of their room. Before he could do it, however, Souma turned around and asked. "I'm going ahead and make some breakfast. Anything in particular for your royal tongue, my queen?"

"Hush, you." Erina crossed her arms and sighed a could of smoke out of her mouth. After a few seconds of awkward silence, she opened her mouth, closed it, and spoke, avoiding eye contact and blushing like always. "Omelette soufflé..."

He gave a thumb up and headed to the kitchen, leaving Erina alone with her own thoughts. Again, she puffed away her uneasiness, and headed to the bathroom. She washed her face, adjusted her hair, took out the sleepiness and sweat her morning scare gave her. The Nakiri heiress took a deep look at herself on the mirror, and put herself on thought. Was that going to be a recurring thing? Waking up only to find a Yukihira sleeping next to her?

...

...

Yes, it was, and she couldn't be happier about it. It wasn't the first time she encountered Souma in her bed, and definitely won't be the last.

After all, the little golden ring on one of her fingers says it all...

FIN.

Yeah, sorry, but that's it. This is the final epilogue, and that's for a reason: I can't write a romantic lemon. I just can't. If you're familiar with my works, it's all based around misery and dominance. This was my first fanfic here, and lilke you all could see, it was based around the fact that both souma and erina tried to dominate each other, fighting, arguing, making each other feel unconfortable. So... Yeah, I can't write stuff that have consent of both characters. For me, romantic lemons are quick unrealistic, and makes me cringe a little. I'm really sorry, but... I hope you all enjoyed the story while it lasted. Thanks for the reviews, followings and favorites and please stay tuned for my next lemon works.

Houki Minami~.