Greetings. I have yet to write another fanfiction since like, four years ago. But I do constantly try to hone my literacy and writing skills through various ways. So please forgive me in advance if I do make mistakes in this one—clearly you will see my horrendous work is far from perfect. Also, I'll try to keep the characters as canonical as possible.

One more thing. I usually write in first-person, but I'll attempt to write in third-person for this one. Hopefully it won't be as abhorrent as I have imagined.

DISCLAIMER : I don't own Shokugeki no Soma

This story takes place between chapters 263 and 264.

"Join me in polishing our skills—out in these fun, fun wastelands. We'll go at it!" Souma exclaimed. The newly appointed first seat of the 92nd Generation, also known as the Jewels Generation of Totsuki Culinary Academy, said so with sparkly eyes. As if he were eagerly embracing the seemingly-infinite Shokugekis that lies beyond his path.

Almost instantly, the exuberant crowd cheered, raising their fists to the air!

"Yeaah!"

"All hail Yukihira-sama!"

"Is that the new transfer student? He isn't half bad at all! Woo!"

"Central is no longer?!"

"Long live first seat Yukihira-san!"

Deep inside, they knew nothing was more shameful than cheering for the rebels which not ten minutes ago, were booed and mocked by the very same crowd. Still, among them was none other than Eizan Etsuya himself—and he swore by his mother's grave that he would have his revenge on the red head someday. Not now. But definitely someday.

Although none of that really mattered for the chef in question. Souma would take on Etsuya any day of the year.

Meanwhile, the former first seat now clad in only white towel and his undergarments, Tsukasa Eishi approached Souma.

He promptly extended his right arm, to give a proper shake in the hand.

"Congratulations, Souma. You really do deserve the first seat," The silver-haired senior smiled.

"Ah, Tsukasa-senpai! I hope we can still be acquaintances!" Souma bowed down lightly.

"You're still not interested on being my assistant? Though it's pointless for me to ask since you already beat me, fair and square."

"I'm sorry, senpai. My true life goal is to re-open the Yukihira diner my old man and I had back home. And, uh, unless you want to help me do so, I must turn down the offer," The red head laughed sheepishly.

"Ah, I see. To each their own, I suppose."

"But I still have much to learn from you, Tsukasa-senpai. So why don't we engage in a friendly Shokugeki every now and then? After all, I haven't actually beat you one-on-one," Souma challenged, still with sparkly eyes.

"Hahaha. It can't be helped, then," it was the senior's turn to chuckle.

The whole stadium was vibrant and livelier than it had ever been. Cheers echoed from every corner of the auditorium, and on the center of it. On the very stage which Nakamura Azami had left bitterly, stood Yukihira Souma. The hard-fought battle of the promotion exams only led him to the dream he always had since he first enrolled in this academy.

Totsuki's Elite Ten, first seat. Yukihira Souma.

He smirked inwardly. It does have a nice ring to it, doesn't it?

"Yukihira-san!" It was Takumi Aldini. "You know we still have our fated duello, right? Don't think that you're better than me just yet, only because you have obtained the first seat!"

"Hey, Takumi-san, I'll take you on anytime and anywhere, and I'll still beat you flawlessly!"

Instead of being irritated, the older of Aldini brothers laughed heartily.

Kurokiba was also muttering "I'm so challenging you tomorrow, Yukihira-san," inaudibly.

"Not if I get to him first," Hayama apparently heard Kurokiba's muttering.

"What?! You shithead! Don't get all cocky now, you fuck! I'll beat you to pieces, you hear?!" Kurokiba instantly switched to his 'berserk-mode', suddenly grabbing Hayama's collar.

Tadokoro's eyes were all welled up in tears, seeing the only person who believed in her during her first moments at this academy, now skyrocketed to the top of the academy itself. She couldn't comprehend how things have truly gone upside down since the beginning of their school year. She, herself? A nobody from a small fishing village? Now an elite ten of Asia's best culinary academy? Her heart was but overflowed with joy and gratitude at the same time! This further implies that she now has the means of helping her parent's small restaurant back home, now that she has the elite ten's budget at her disposal—though not entirely.

The rest of the Polar Star was also overjoyed, including their senior, Isshiki Satoshi. Not once that they were saved by Souma, but TWICE! It was also thanks to the red-haired aspiring chef that their dorm was saved from demolition by Eizan Etsuya a few months back.

"Does that mean we get to see your naked apron again, Isshiki-senpai?" Daigo jokingly asked.

"Come on, won't nobody tell me what this naked apron thing is?!" Alice shouted.

"Hey, lady, you'll get to see it tonight when we throw our celebration party!" the rest of the group laughed when Shoji said so. The prodigy of molecular gastronomy only pouted cutely in return.

"Yukihira-chiiiiiiin! Don't you be forgetting my name like that meanie Tsukasa-chin did!"

"I'll also take you on anytime, Kuga-senpai!" Souma crossed his arms cockily.

The cheering continued on and on, as if they were to never stop. Even the cold Megishima Tousuke, the crowned of Ramen dishes, joined them.

And now, in front of him, stood a slender-figured blonde. The newly appointed headmaster of Totsuki, as the successor of her own tyrant father.

Nakiri Erina.

A million things are running through her mind now.

First, how can a small-town diner chef like him, the one she once utterly resented—the one she yearned to get rid of—also be the one to free her from the binding chains of her father? Yukihira Souma was definitely her savior, no matter how one would look at it. He opened her eyes to a brand-new world of culinary—not neccesarily regarding to taste itself. Rather, a world full of teamwork, warmth, companionship, and most importantly, the desire to prove oneself to the others.

Until only recently, Erina would always see that she herself is at the top of the first years. That being said, she needn't compete with each other. She is renowned as the God's Tongue, after all. But, she had realized, she was only living her life as her father desired her to.

She was nothing but a tool for Nakamura Azami, and a naïve one at that.

A small-town diner chef by the name of Yukihira Souma changed her perspectives thoroughly.

Nakiri Erina was also a woman of pride. A woman which heart resembles that of a lioness. She would prefer to die before she throws away a speck of her pride.

But, no matter how she tried to deny it. She owes this man a lot. For freeing her from his father's grasp. For opening her eyes with a new world of culinary. For his impromptu Shokugeki he proposed not ten minutes ago. For not letting her and Hisako be expelled. For recommending her as the new headmaster to Senzaemon—her maternal grandfather.

And, for those shoujo mangas that he lent her.

For everything.

Essentially, Souma was her only exception of throwing her pride away. A pity none of them seemed to realize this.

"Hey, hey, Nakiri-san! What was about that transforming furikake just now? Wasn't it enough to rip off my catchphrase? Ah! And that ~Delinquent Daughter Style~, you sure also ripped it off from my dish which Master Shinomiya approved of, right?!"

"I-Idiot! You're the one who proposed a Shokugeki against me and compeletly changed our carefully constructed plan!"

"Well, you could've came up with something original. Or is it my cooking too delicious for you to forget?" Souma was back to his usual self, teasing Erina.

"Nonsense! I will never approve of your second-rate dish!"

Souma scratched his back, "Hey, I'm practically the first seat now. That means I'm on the same level as you, no?"

"What are you talking about? You only have that seat because I handed it over to you!"

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever, princess. Someday I'll make a dish so fine that you can't even deny it's delicious!"

Suddenly, among the cheerings of the arena, she felt warmth.

"Bet on it, Yukihira-kun!"

Isshiki came between two of them, holding up his arms as if he were breaking up a fight. "Hey, alright everyone, now that things are settled once more, it's time to…."

"""""CELEBRAAATEE~!"""" the Rebel team screamed in unison.

That very same night. Polar Star Dorm.

Everyone was gathering at the dining hall—only reason for this was because Marui's room wasn't big enough for everyone, much to his relief. Even non-residents like Mito Ikumi, the Aldini brothers, Hisako Arato, Kurokiba Ryou, and Nakiri Alice were also invited. It's a shame Hayama couldn't attend because he had to tend Jun's plants.

"KYAAAAAAAAAAAA!" screamed Alice when she first saw Isshiki clad in only his Kuma Bear apron. "C-Could you at least put some undergarments!?" the Nakiri cousin added.

"You'll get used to it, Alicecchi!" Yuki comforted her, but to no avail.

"S-So this is what they mean by naked apron….t-to think of something so vulgar only in adult mangas!" Alice stammered, with the rest of the residents knowing exactly how she feels.

"Hey! I'll cook!" Souma exclaimed as soon as he entered the dining hall.

"No! No! You've done enough for us today! Let us cook instead!"

"Yeah! No fair, Yukihira-kun!"

"Not you, Yukihira! I'm going to cook for tonight!"

"Nii-san! I also want to make my new dish!"

"Hey, hey, stop it! I'll cook instead?!"

"What are you talking about, Daigo? I'm clearly better than you!"

"What did you say, Shoji! Wanna fight?!"

"Bring it!"

"I'll go buy the ingredients!"

"Oi! Leave the meat business to me!"

The rest of the rebels were arguing on who should do the cooking tonight. But after Souma said something like 'consider it as my rent this month', none of them seemed brilliant enough to object or even make contradictions.

"They better not be your weird combinations, Yukihira-kun," Erina retorted.

"Ah, come on, have faith in me, Nakiri!" the boy answered, not taking his eyes off the cutboard.

It's true that Souma was intending to make a different dish from before—primarily with lamb chops, but he was assured himself that it wouldn't be a 'lamb chop with strawberry and soy sauce jam' or that sort of thing. Or else he would break his own promise that all Rebels were going to advance to 2nd year together, due to chronic food poisoning.

Luckily, old hag—it's how Souma addresses her—Fumio-san kept plenty of spare ingredients, originally meant to be used during the Polar Star siege a few months back.

"Hmm, let's see here. Garlic, rosemary, olive oil, Sauvignon Blanc, mutter…mutter…" Souma murmured to himself while checking the cabinets for the available ingredients. "Alright! I guess my new dish is going to be tested here!"

Moments later, Souma called everyone—who were struggling with their hunger until only recently—to the main section of the kitchen where the dishes were served. More than twenty servings in total, so everyone could get seconds if they wanted to.

"Whoa, I recall you said something about a new dish, but I didn't expect it to be THIS fancy!" Erina held her chin up, as if she were on her usual tasting-mode.

"Yeah! This looks reaaaaaaally good, Yukihira-kun!" Yuki had starry eyes while saying that.

"Hahaha, as expected from you!" Isshiki laughed, completely eager to try Souma's new dish.

"Souma-kun! The look and the smell are exceptional! What do you call this new dish of yours?" It was Tadokoro who asked with such curiosity.

Yukihira Souma smirked proudly.

"It's an improved version of lamb chop. I call it Rosemary Lamb Chop ~Vive la Revolution Style~!"

"Wait, what? What even is Vive la Revolution?" Takumi questioned.

"You know, we, the Rebels, are the main part of the revolution that aims to overthrow Azami and his reign, right? And we somehow succeeded, right? That's why I named it Vive la Revolution, which translates to 'Long Live the Revolution'. Long live for us Rebels!" Souma smirked his biggest grin ever before laughing proudly.

Then, almost instantly, everyone starts to dig in. And as always, Souma's cooking never disappoints anyone, ever. Even the prideful Nakiri Erina is secretly enjoying it.

"Hey, did you use the Sauvignon Blanc wine instead of Chardonnay?" the owner of God's Tongue herself asked, again out of curiosity.

"Yeah! Does it taste good? It's delicious, right? Right? Come on, say it's delicious!"

"It's decent. You did good in using Sauvignon Blanc, because it tenderizes the meat but not letting the juices overflow to the outside. It would do you some good to add some heavy cream, though. Or maybe using Beurre Blanc. With that being said, this dish is faaaaaar from delicious." her remark was then followed by the laughter of the rest of the people enjoying the newly revolution-inspired dish by Souma.

The red head in question now sits besides Tadokoro Megumi, preparing to dig in himself.

"Hey, uh, Souma-kun?"

"Yeah, Megumi-san?"

"I, uh—how do I say this—I really want to thank you… I mean, you're the only person who believed in me despite my entrance score being the lowest of all of Totsuki first years. And, uh, you remember that showdown with Shinomiya-sensei?"

Souma nodded, kept on chewing his lamb meat.

"I mean….uh, I couldn't have done it without you….you know? I remember that you slapped my hand together that time just so I won't get nervous…that really had a huge impact on me… I even still do them every now and then—just ask Yuki or Ryoko….and, uh, although I haven't known my seat yet in the elite ten, I will not let any work be abandoned. I will not let my new first seat down!"

"Ah, that's a bit too much, Megumi-san. I mean, I only done what my old man used to do to me when I got nervous, you know? And don't worry about you neglecting your upcoming elite ten duties. I'm sure Takumi would handle it for you nicely."

"What's that?!" the boy apparently heard despite Souma was somewhat speaking in a low tone.

"Nothing, hahaha! Just—continue your meal, Takumi-san!" he laughed sheepishly.

On the other hand, Erina was watching them both intently. Not as if she wanted to be in Tadokoro's position, chatting casually with Souma after all those hectic trainings and shokugekis were mere things in the past—or does she?

And to think that they both addresses each other by their first names.

I wonder if it's okay for me to call Yukihira-kun "Souma-kun", I mean, we've known each other basically for a while now, and if it weren't for him, I would be still binded by my father…

Deep inside her—while still feasting her second plate of Souma's lamb chop—she's actually content with him being around. Ever since that night on the Totsuki train where they enjoyed the company of each other while looking at Hokkaido's night skies. Ever since he mentioned that the stars resembled salmon roe—and she couldn't help chuckling at his stupid statement that night. Ever since she realized that she didn't actually despise this person as much as she used to.

It's like…his cockiness, his overwhelming confidence and his easy-going persona adds a little spice to her usual strict, formal, elegant, lady-like everyday life. He didn't feel the slightest bit of annoyance albeit she always reprimands him coldly. If it were others, they sure would be feeling down already. But not for Souma.

At least that shows why is he still chasing after his father despite losing for 489—no, scratch that—490 times already.

Is he superbly tenacious or is he just downright stupid? I can't really tell.

"Hey! Cousin! Why the long face? This is a time for celebration, you know? No need to look so glum!" Alice patted Erina on the back, making the latter jolt a little. "Something on your mind?"

"Come on, Alice. Someone your caliber wouldn't understand," the blonde reverted back to her usual self.

"Wow, that's cold, cousin! Let me guess, is this about a certain boy?"

Erina's cheeks suddenly flared up, knowing that her cousin was able to read her like a book!

"W-What?! No! Of course not! I told you last summer that I have no intention of such n-nonsense!"

"Last summer?" Alice cocked her head to the side.

"Yeah, when you took me to the pool, remember?"

"Ah, right. But certainly things have changed, yes?" Alice continued to tease her cousin.

"Whatever, Alice. I'm dropping this topic," Erina said as she continued to enjoy her dinner.

The silver-haired molecular gastronomy prodigy leaned in as Erina herself shot a confused look. She then whispered—despite the laughters and chatters still being lively in this dining hall, Erina could still hear what Alice said.

"Is this about Yukihira-san?"

E-E-EEEEEH!?

Now, it was her ears that flared up. How could her cousin read her so easily?

"Ah!? I-I-I…Just…" was only the words that Erina could speak of. Alice smirked slyly.

No matter how much she denies it, she definitely has some feelings for a certain red-haired chef who came from a small-town diner. Not actually love. But it's more like…the blonde always felt content whenever Souma cracks his jokes, even on the most inappropriate times. It's like… she enjoyed his company. She no longer has any resentment towards him—well, probably some, if Souma was acting all cocky in front of her and stuff. Even if she never verbally agreed that Souma's cooking was more than exquisite for her palate, she now regards Souma as a first-rate chef. Moreover, he himself is the son of Saiba Jouichirou, the chef Erina has adored since her very childhood.

And the man none other than Yukihira Souma is the perfect spitting image of that chef.

But again, certainly Erina doesn't straight up love him. That would be too aggressive—she had reserached some of typical-high-school-love-story from all these shoujo mangas that she has been secretly reading. Not to mention she would feel a light zing whenever a female approached him casually.

Not love, without a doubt. She just feels comfort…in his presence? Why is there a question mark again?

But someone as mighty and high-class as her, could she even develop feelings for a diner chef?

"Everyone notices how you were acting all tsundere-like during that Shokugeki against Tsukasa-senpai and Rindou-senpai, you know?" Alice's words broke through her train of thought. "Even Hisako-chan knows you've grown attracted to the boy. Teehee…"

"W-What? Hisako-san? Uh, excuse me, Alice… I-I…" she promptly stood up right after she finished her meal and looked for Hisako in the crowd. Her cousin just very much enjoys teasing her counterpart, moreover, the matter regarded was something Erina didn't have any experience at all with.

"Uh, what is it, Erina-sama? What is so urgent?" Hisako trailed behind the blonde, whom she hastily dragged to the balcony of Polar Star Dormitory. The pinkette was still enjoying her meal, too!

"Hisako-san, I need you to answer in all honesty," Erina's eyes were almost glaring.

"O-Okay, Erina-sama."

"And by that, I mean absolutely honest."

"Of course, Erina-sama."

"And please do not speak of this conversation to anyone."

"Yes, Erina-sama."

"I'm asking you this because you're my dearest friend, Hisako-san."

"Would you be kind enough to quickly tell me what is it, Erina-sama?" Hisako was getting slightly irritated.

"Okay, here goes," Erina took a deep breath. "Do you, or do you not, know that I have certain feelings for a certain someone?"

"Uh, Erina-sama, do you mean your feelings for Yukihi—mph!"

"Don't speak too loud of it!" Erina's palm immediately covered Hisako's mouth. "So you do know, after all. Is it really that obvious?"

"Hmmph mphmpmph, mphm phmpm hmphphm…" (I suppose it is, but he's as dense as a cloud)

"What?" Erina shot a confused look, not being able to comprehend Hisako's speech.

"Mphmhmmph hmphm, hmmphmhp?" (Can you let go of my mouth first, Erina-sama?)

"Oh, right, sorry…."

"I was saying, it is to us. But I don't think he knows just yet," Hisako panted, catching her breath.

"Are there anyone else who knows of this besides Alice?" Erina's tone was concerned. She surely never showed this side of her to anyone—this side of her was particularly new, even for herself.

"I think pretty much everyone in the Rebels faction who spectated your two-on-two Shokugeki earlier today realized the matter…"

Erina's face went utterly pale by Hisako's statement. She is downright doomed. Now all of Polar Star residents know that she has secret feelings for the damned red-haired first seat! This situation was completely different from the ones in those shoujo mangas, where the female would develop a secret crush on a man and not a single soul would know about it.

"….oh, god. I'm so doomed…I'm done for…Hisako-san…"

"Ah, Erina-sama, may I speak my mind?"

"…..go ahead…."

Erina sunk to the floor, clutching. What will become of her reputation if the word gets out? She, the heiress of the Nakiri line, and also the newly appointed headmaster for like, ten hours now. How would she deal with the upcoming blasphemy rumors about the first seat and the current headmaster is romantically involved—though she is still not sure what he felt towards herself. Still, this is a fucking nightmare. If Souma knows, he probably would think she's a freak.

"I…I think that you should really confess to him, Erina-sama—"

"WHAT?! Are you out of your mind, Hisako-san?! Are you drunk? Did you drink too much sake just now?!" her eyes widened in shock of her aide saying something so…so irresponsible!

"No, Erina-sama. I mean…how do I say this…I don't think anything's wrong by the fact that a person develops feelings for another of the opposite gender, no? I mean…I'm really sorry if I sound presumptous—but holding your feelings isn't going to do you any better, Erina-sama…"

"I-I… Sigh.. Then what should I do, then?"

"Ah, like I previously stated, you should probably confess before he knows the news from another source—Alice-san could be quite the gossip girl, and a quite work at that."

"Then if he doesn't share the same feelings?"

"Erina-sama. I honestly think that he has mutual feelings for you."

Ah, Erina-sama is not afraid of her father anymore. Instead, she is afraid of rejection. Quite a girl her age she had become, Hisako muttered inwardly.

"What if he doesn't? There'll be awkwardness all over, and-and I wouldn't be able to speak casually again with him…and-and—"

"Erina-sama. Please stop worrying. It's entirely up to you—I am in no position to make your decisions—whether or not you want to confess."

The blonde was quiet for a moment.

"Alright? I have faith in you, Erina-sama. Now, it's already getting late. Me and the others will have to go home any minute now."

Erina nodded, and let her lifelong best friend disappear from her sight.

Screw it. The new headmaster thought.

She made her way to the dining hall again—cursing herself for her lack of fortitude for this kind of thing—where most of the occupants were already done with their meals and were now drinking Ryoko's 'homebrew sake', in which she'd be furious if the others call it bootleg liquor.

Some of the non-residents already went home, with the exception of Alice and Kurokiba.

"Yukihira-kun." She called. Fuck sake, what have I gotten myself into?

The chef who was washing the dishes—the irony!—glanced to her direction.

"Yo, Nakiri. What is it?"

"Uh, can I talk to you for a moment?" she almost stammered.

"Sure, but after these dishes are done, yeah?"

"Alright. Meet me outside, then."

"Gotchu," with that, Souma turned his head, facing the sink again, while Erina hastily made her way again to the Polar Star courtyard.

Only the cold breeze and the rustling of tree leaves accompanied her rushing heart while she sat at the bench by gate of the Polar Star.

Okay, I've read—researched shoujo mangas that he lent me the other day. First, don't sound needy. Second, don't speak too fast. Third, maintain your posture, okay keep it together Nakiri Erina. You have faced far greater quests compared to this smallfry—did I just refer to Souma as 'smallfry'? It is but outrageous that I develop this feeling for him. Is this what they call a crush?

Erina kept on debating with her inner selves. Which topic should she bring up first, more particularly.

Should I start with 'Hey, good job back there, we wouldn't have won if it weren't for you,' No. that's just plain old cheesy. He would think I'm drunk or something. Or should I start with 'Hey, you know you have a fanbase now, right?'

Holy cow that sounded terrible. I'll sound just like Mimasaka-san. Then what should I start with? I probably should've thought about it before asking him to join me outside. This is really dumb, Erina. What have you gotten yourself into? I thought you didn't believe in love?

Okay, okay, how about 'Is Eizan-senpai still holding grudges against you?' … that also sounded terrible. I wouldn't have asked him to come here if it was only a small matter like that. Come on, Erina. Do it like those mangas you always read! Oh! I got it! How about—

"Oi, Nakiri-san. What is it you wanted to talk about?"

"A-Ah! That was fast…"

"Oh, after you left, Isshiki-senpai offered me help in washing the dishes, so yeah…"

"Oh, okay…"

"Ah? Don't okay me. What is it you wanted to talk about?" He chuckled goofily, as he sat down on the bench with her.

"I-I actually wanted to say….thanks, Yukihira-kun."

"Thanks? For what?" his eyes looked concerned.

"For…you know, all that."

"All that what?"

"Seriously?!" she almost snapped at how dense he is. "You don't realize you've done so much for me—I mean, for others, do you? You even made me realize that my father's teachings aren't everything. You showed me that I, myself, have the power to go against my father. I wouldn't have done it if it were all by myself, you know? And…and this new headmaster thing. I guess all I could say to you is thank you….."

"Yeah. It's no big deal."

"What do you mean it's no big deal?! I'm not sure if you realize, but it IS a big deal for me. Maybe—sigh. Forget it."

Souma scratched the back of his head.

"Uh, I only done what I must. After all, you also deliberately resigned from your tenth seat just so that you can save our friends from getting expelled. That alone, in my opinion, is something worth thanking for. So, uh, I thank you, Nakiri Erina."

Her heart fluttered at him saying her full name.

"You're welcome… I guess…."

"…"

"…"

"Hey…" "Yukihira-kun…"

"Oh, go ahead."

"No, no. You first." Souma insisted. The cold breeze seemed a bit too much, even at this time of the year.

"Alright. I just have one tiiiiiiny question. But if you don't want to answer it, it's alright."

"Okay, ask away, Nakiri," he fixed his posture.

"I-I… What do you think of Tadokoro-san?"

Why did I even ask that? My goodness… Erina smacked herself internally.

"I, uh, I honestly think of her as my little sister. She has this immense potential, you know? And I think it's only necessary for me to guide her into unlocking her full capabilities. She's just… too fragile for her own good sometimes. That's why she needs a parent figure by her side—or rather, big bro figure! Hahaha," he laughed softly as did she. But Erina's face seemed troubled for a moment.

"And, uh, Yukihira-kun. I-I… Uh…"

"What is it, Nakiri?"

"Do you…uh, are you aware of Ikumi-san having a crush on you?"

"What? Nikumi-san?! For real?"

Somehow Erina felt a bit relieved. Ikumi-san was really obvious all the time, but I guess he IS that dense if he doesn't realize it.

"Wait, seriously, Nakiri? Nikumi-san? Crush? Me?!"

"So I guess you didn't know at all. Then forget I asked," she swiped her palm.

"Wow, that explains why she always provides me with A5-grade meat, even for my test dishes."

"Ah, just now, what were you going to say?" Erina's eyes lighted up at his.

"Oh, right. It's just that I'm really glad you're here..."

"W-What does that mean?" her face went red instantly.

"Oh! I didn't mean it like that! I mean, if it weren't for your so called ~Delinquent Daughter Style~, probably Central is still trying to figure out how to demolish this dorm of ours…you know?"

Now we're throwing praises each other? It wasn't like this in my shoujo mangas!

"I know how you feel… It's just…."

"…"

"…"

"…hey, Yukihira-kun?"

He only perked up in response.

"…have you, ever had feelings for someone?"

Instead of replying her seriously, he laughed softly again.

"I never really paid attention to any of those things, Nakiri-san… For the last year, I've been so focused on the unending Shokugekis that I haven't had the time to put a thought to it…"

"…oh, I see."

"…but there IS a particular person whom I have a crush on…"

Erina's heart felt like it was mercilessly crushed. It really hurts.

See, there's no point in confessing. He already has feelings for someone else.

"Okay….but…uh….Yukihira-kun?"

"Yeah?"

"…can I call you Souma-kun from now on?"

"Wha—?" his eyes widened in disbelief.

"I-I-I mean, if you're not okay with it, then it's okay…" Erina pouted.

He smirked inwardly, for the eighth time today.

"Well, you may call me Souma-kun. But on one condition," Souma put his finger up cockily.

It was her turn to perk up in response. The cold breeze still accompanies the two.

"…only if I get to call you Erinacchi."

At that instant. Erina could feel more blood rushing to her delicate face.

WHAT?! DID HE SERIOUSLY PROPOSE THAT CONDITION?! Honestly, I thought it would be another taste test for another one of his weird dishes. Or simply renovate Polar Star dorm since I'm the headmaster now. But are you for real?! THAT CONDITION!?

"Huh? Why are you blushing?" he asked—whether or not he already knew why, she did not care.

"Wh-what? E-E-Erinacchi?"

He nodded.

"Well, fine…..Souma-kun…"

"Thank you, Erinacchi," he grinned, as cocky as he always is. The saying of 'Erinacchi' by his lips only made her weaker in her knees—lucky they were sitting down at the moment! —and made her heart soar and flutter at the same time.

"Souma-kun… I-I-I have something to tell you."

"Wow, you really never run out of topics, huh Erinacchi?"

There it goes again. I swear if I didn't have my self control, I would hug him the hell out.

"I don't know if it's, uh, weird to you. B-But, I recently also have started developing feelings for someone…"

This time, he felt his own heart sunk. Who could've stole the heart of a Nakiri Erina? Must be one lucky dog, that's for sure.

"And…."

"And?" he prompted.

"I-I have feelings for you, Souma-kun…"

His eyes widened again, not wanting to mishear what Erina just said.

"Ah, I know it's really awkward, but Hisako told me to just say it to you rather than letting it get all pent up inside. You must think I'm a freak, or something. I'm….really sorry that it had to go this way. We can still be friends, though."

"What?!"

"A-Ah, please don't be like, mad or anything. I'm sure the feeling will fade away—"

His heart, which just been sunk, now leapt to seventh heaven.

"What are you talking about, Erinacchi? I really like you, too!"

"Eh?"

"Well, I guess this feeling's mutual—"

"Wait, Souma-kun. You mean to tell me, that the person you mentioned you have a crush on earlier, was me?"

He nodded, smiling from ear to ear knowing that Erina shares the same feelings as him.

"Well, uh…." he rubbed the back of his neck, "if you also feel that way about me, then Erinacchi, would you go out with me?"

"D-Dummy! You don't have to ask."

And that was the best evening Nakiri Erina ever had in a really, really long time

Looks like there'll be scandal among Totsuki, regarding the headmaster and the current first seat.

How was it? Wasn't too shabby I hope. I actually got interrupted mid-way (a friend of mine asked me to play counter-strike rofl)

Would you believe me if I said that this fic took more than five hours to make? Yeah, I'm THAT bad at coming up with original ideas. I honestly had a lot of fun writing this piece, but there was also some difficulties.

As you can see, this is a Sourina fic. But I, in all honesty, really loved every. Single. Character of Shokugeki no Soma. Ranging from Momo, Nene, Shinomiya, to our most beloved Souma and Erina. This probably explains the first parts of the fic—where the Rebels are enjoying their victory on the stadium.

The confession part was the hardest part. I haven't written that many romance genres in my life—and also I am suffering from a heartbreak—that probably explains why the confession part didn't live up to my expectations.

On the contrary, I really love the idea that Souma named his newly-invented dish after the Rebels.

The second chapter will be up soon…..lol I dunno.

Just tell me in the reviews section whether or not the story is interesting, and whether or not I should continue writing the next chapters.

Until then, see you! Vive la Revolution!