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'Yukihira- I swear, I don't need you to-'

'To what, Takumi?'

Soma Yukihira smirked as he pushed a lock of hair out of his boyfriend's face, enjoying how flustered Takumi was getting. But Takumi, simultaneously keeping a eye on three simmering pots while determinedly dicing away at ingredients, wasn't having it.

Soma leapt back as Takumi turned around and suddenly lifted his knife, chicken blood dripping off of it.

'SOME of us like our space when cooking, Mr Has-No-Concept-Of-Privacy. Seriously, -' Takumi gave the nearest pot a brisk stir - 'even in Shokugekis with first years, you get up in the poor kids' faces.'

Soma laughed. Slightly nervously, as he hadn't thought about it that way... But surely these 'kids' he went up against weren't too intimidated by his first seat status or anything to complain about his constant invasion of their cooking zones to ask well-intended questions? Nahh.

'Hey, it's all in the name of curiosity,' Soma replied. 'And a bit of intimidation wouldn't hurt - I'm a lot to handle when the kitchen's already hot, you know.

Takumi let out a 'pffft' that they both knew he didn't mean, fresh waves of crimson rolling over his delicate features. He continued mincing chicken innards at breakneck speed.

'Damn right I know.'

Soma perked up. 'So you think I'm hot?'

'You're a lot to handle.' Takumi scoffed, ears bright red.

'In a hot way?'

'In a get out of my kitchen way.'

The innards reduced to a fine paste, Takumi started to roll out a ball of bright yellow dough.

'Hey, you didn't flour the rolling pin,' Soma noted. 'Is that, like, an authentic Italian thing?'

'Crap.' Takumi lifted his rolling pin, which was half congealed in sticky dough.

As embarrassing at it was to admit that Yukihira was right, that he, Takumi, heir to Trattoria Aldini, had made a mistake, the blonde couldn't let himself commit a dough felony. Merda, he was a disgrace to his nation.

'Yukihira, you distracted me!!' Takumi shouted, then in one rapid breath- 'butthankyoufortellingmeotherwiseImightnothavenoticedbecauseyou'resodamndistacting.'

Soma beamed, inching closer to Takumi and nuzzling his chin into his boyfriend's shoulder.

'Aww, Takumi, was that a thank you? You're all red.'

'With frustration.'

'Sure you are.' Soma watched Takumi's hands nimbly gather the dough back into a ball and roll it out with the speed that only years of experience could teach. Man, Soma needed to up his dough game.

'Ravioli?'

'Maybe... Yes, dammit. I hate your culinary psychic skills. It's impossible to surprise you.'

'In the kitchen, yes,' Soma murmured into the soft skin behind Takumi's ear, 'but not in the bedr-'

'Yukihira!!!' Takumi hissed, scandalized, glancing around furtively. 'NOT here! We're in a lesson!'

Souma chuckled and wound his arms around Takumi's slim waist.

'So? All these amateurs are too busy to care, and it's not like they don't know about us. They WISH they were us.'

'Hmph.'

Takumi threw a spoonful of filling onto the dough with a little more vigour than strictly necessary; rather than landing in a neat sphere, the meat flattened into a pancake shape.

'And why are you bugging ME instead of focusing on your own dish?'

'Ah, all the prep work's done and she's grilling in the oven for the next twenty. So why wouldn't I tease my second favourite chef?

'Second-?!' Takumi glared up from his half-wrapped ravioli into mischievous golden eyes.

'Yup!'

'Oh, after yourself, of course. Egocentric as always, Yukihira.'

Takumi had to wrench his gaze from Souma's wide grin- it was so bright, if he looked any longer he would forget all about the ravioli. As Takumi turned away, a lock of blonde fell into his face again.

Takumi huffed in annoyance, but before he could fix it, a warm, kitchen-scarred hand reached up and gently pushed the strands back.

'Yu- Yukihira, I'm not a child, I can do it mysel-'

'Hairclip.' cut in Soma.

'...Pardon?'

'You should wear a hairclip,' Souma said seriously, brushing back Takumi's bangs.
'It would be cute on you. Really cute. Not that you aren't already.'

Takumi's blush intensified. Oddio, why was he always a fucking tomato around Soma- they'd been dating for three months, and crushing for who knew how much longer, so surely the redhead's effect on Takumi should be wearing off by now? Apparently not.

'A h- hairclip?' he stammered. 'But-'

'Megumi's got a shit ton of hairclips,' continued Soma enthusiastically, 'And she doesn't wear more then, like, two of them, so I'm sure she'll be happy to give you some, and we can find you one in light blue! Your favourite colour!'

Souma's enthusiasm was contagious enough that Takumi almost forgot to feel embarrassed by the idea of wearing a hairclip.

Even as Takumi pried Soma's hands off of his waist to place his ravioli into a pot - 'Soma, look what you've done - it nearly boiled over, idiot-' - Soma's goofy grin never left his goofy face that Takumi would have grabbed and kissed right there if they weren't in the middle of a lesson, for god's sake.

He shook his head fondly.

Takumi Aldini was dating the world's biggest idiot. And he couldn't be happier.

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When Souma had said Megumi's hairclips were 'really cute', Takumi wasn't prepared for this much pure kawaii. Shit, Takumi didn't know Soma was being SERIOUS when he'd brought up the whole hairclip idea, but the more he thought about it, the more sense it made to Takumi, who had to toss his hair out of his face at least ten times a minute (that's what it felt like, anyway). Indeed, hairclips seemed to be having a moment, with Kuga's trademark acessory making the rounds at Totsuki (first with his many admirers, then friends of his admirers, and then friends of friends of, well, you get it) - and as much as Takumi hated following trends, he could admit that practicality was timeless.

So, here they were.

Megumi had beamed proudly as she'd opened a drawer to reveal at least twenty different hairclips, meticulously arranged in rainbow order. Soft pastels, cheerful cartoon animals, fake coloured rhinestones and pink resin hearts all sparkled up at Takumi. Isami, the weeb that he was, would love this stuff, Takumi thought affectionately, but... Ah, che cavolo, Takumi hadn't signed up for this.

After the lesson had ended and marks given to all the students (Takumi had received an A, of course, and so had Soma- surprisingly, considering that he'd been rambling on about Takumi's cuteness for so long that he'd left his roast in the oven for three minutes extra until Takumi had smugly reminded him), the school day was over and Takumi found himself being dragged to Polar Star by his boyfriend.

It was practically a daily ritual for one of them to pull the other to his place after the last bell went; if not Polar Star, it was Takumi and Isami's apartment, although Polar Star was always more exciting. And, so you'd think, less private, than Takumi's place, but with Isami's habit of bursting in on the couple every minute to shoot winks and 'Nii-chan!'s and waggly eyebrows almost on par with the Polar Star members constantly haggling Soma and Takumi to test whatever creations they were making... it was a tough call.

Takumi had done the explaining to Megumi about his hair getting in the way, promising that he'd cook her something in return for a hairclip- No, please, take more, Megumi had insisted, I've never worn most of them!
Now, Soma casually swung his legs on Megumi's bed, wrinkling her carefully made sheets, as Takumi blinked in shock at the display in front of him, taking in the multitude of colours and cuteness.

'- So, uh. This is Japanese culture,' he ventured, attempting a smile.

Megumi, ever perceptive, seemed to read the hesitation in Takumi's eyes. She said softly, 'Takumi, if it's not your thing, you can tell me... I won't get offended.'

Takumi hummed in acknowledgement, carefully rifling through the neat rows.
'Thank you Megumi, but, it's fine. Really. My hair's always getting in the way, and I don't trust anyone to cut it except my barber back home in Italy. It's precious, you know.'

Megumi rolled mirth-filled eyes. 'Always so vain.'

Takumi laughed with her- yes, he was vain, and had no problem admitting that.
'It takes a lot of effort to look this good,' he only-half-joked.

'Please, Takumi, whenever you sleep over in my room you're up at the ass crack of dawn for your two hour hair care routine,' Soma grumbled through a yawn, 'I just get up and go- and look at this beauty.'
Soma posed dramatically, flinging a hand up behind his spiky red hair.

'What beauty?' Takumi retorted, but his pink cheeks as he turned away from Soma suggested he thought otherwise.

'...Uh, Megumi- I don't suppose you have any clips that are more, uh, lowkey?'

Megumi shook her head apologetically, navy plaits swinging.
'Sorry, Takumi, everything's in there- the one I'm wearing now's the most subtle one I own. Unless you want to-'

'No, no, please-' Takumi swatted away Megumi's hand that was reaching up to take her clip off '- I appreciate the offer, but I'm happy to take one of the other-'

'Oh, Takumi, but I'm happy to-'

'No, I insist, there's no need-'

Soma rolled his eyes and flopped over on the bed, mattress creaking. Whenever these two were together, battles of politeness were inevitable. A foreign concept to Soma - if someone offered anything, why not take it? - but maybe less so since becoming Megumi's friend. (No politeness wars lasted longer than those between Megumi and Jun; one time, Soma and Akira had finished a whole cooking competition to find the girls still bowing frantically at the entrance).

Takumi had finally convinced Megumi that NO, she did not need to give him her own cherished clip, but thank you!!- and was perusing her collection with intensity.
... Was there anything without massive hearts or stars or Japanese mascots on it?

Ah, perhaps there was; Takumi extracted a small clip hidden by two large polka-dotted ones, and held it up to the light with a sigh of relief. THIS, he could bear to wear.

It was practically a basic bobby pin - if bright purple and sparkly - but thin and simple enough in design that the colour didn't bother Takumi.

'O- Oh, Takumi, there was meant to be a big star on there, it must've fallen off, do you want me to-'

'No, no, PLEASE Megumi, this is perfect.'

Takumi slid the clip into his bangs, admiring himself in Megumi's mirror.

'Merde, I'm hot.'

Soma ambled over and adjusted his ever-flustered boyfriend's hair.

'Naw, Takumi, I knew you'd look pretty. But where's the mascots and hearts?' he teased.

'SHUT UP, Yukihira, you try wearing one!'

Soma grinned mischievously.
'Well, if you insist... Unless you want to settle this through a competi-'

'Dio caro, Soma, not everything has to be a competition,' Takumi huffed, 'We've done two today already, and I beat you BOTH times, so I'd rather not lose my streak.'

Soma pouted - 'You're no fun. Salty bastard.'

'YOU'RE the salty one, coglione.'

'OI, I don't know all these Italian words-'

'THEN LEARN, DUMBASS!! You're DATING a half-Italian!'

'SO? A half-Italian who's PERFECTLY FLUENT IN JAPANESE!!'

Megumi's gaze flickered from one boy to the other, both spitting at each other with what would appear, to the ordinary observer, the fury of rivals. But anyone who knew the couple would recognise this to be their version of flirting - after all, both Soma and Takumi, extremely impassioned individuals, were, either in spite of or because of their firey natures (nobody really knew) a natural match.
Megumi smiled fondly as they kissed angrily, Takumi's insults silenced by Soma's lips. Yep, extremely impassioned.

She coughed, nearly as red as Takumi as Soma's hands greedily slipped underneath his boyfriend's shirt. Dear god.

'Uh- uhm, guys, this is my room-'

'Heh, sorry, Megumi.' Soma pulled away easily from a pouting Takumi.
'Let's choose some hairclips and get out of here, huh?'

Megumi, who always got embarrassed just LOOKING at the covers of the yaoi manga that Yuki loved to read, would rather not think too much about the connotations of that.


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'Y- You look absolutely ridiculous.' Takumi breathed out.
His harsh words were quite at odds with the tenderness of his hands carding through Soma's hair. Even though the bastard barely washed it - whenever they showered together, Takumi never failed to be horrified by the fact that Soma didn't even OWN conditioner - his red hair felt so damn silky.

'Not as ridiculous as you do.' Soma smirked into Takumi's neck, nibbling at the sweet skin.

Okay, so maybe Soma had a point, Takumi thought bitterly; somehow, the redhead had pulled off the hot pink heart-embellished hairclip, chosen by Takumi, with ease (maybe it was his arrogance that made the ridiculous accessory seem intentional? That shade of pink shouldn't even GO with hair that red!) - whereas Takumi was just a stuttering pink-faced mess, unused to the weight of the pale blue penguin hairclip pinning his hair back. Takumi would have to grill Soma later about his lack of taste.

Why did he agree to Soma's suggestion that they choose some 'fun clips' for each other again? Maybe a competition wouldn't have been a bad idea...

Takumi's mind blanked out as he found himself moaning against the door, tilting his head back to give Soma easier access.
'Yuki... hira- aah-'

Soma's lips suddenly retracted and his golden eyes met blue.

'Shit, Takumi, I told you not to call me that when, you know - It just makes me think of my dad, way to kill the mood...'

Killing the mood? Nah. Takumi could bring the mood back with ease.
He tilted his head almost innocently at Soma, half-unbuttoned shirt slipping down over his shoulder to reveal pale, smooth skin that Soma knew would taste like sweet lemon torte and the sea. Takumi grinned as Soma trailed off into silence, eyes clouding over with lust.

'Hm? Yukihiraa~'

'Brat.'

Takumi gasped as he felt strong arms sweep him up by the knees bridal style, and roughly throw him onto the bed.

Then Soma was on top of Takumi, nose millimeters away from his and eyes blazing in the evening sun.

'Call me Soma, or I'll-'

'You'll what? Punish me?' Takumi laughed shakily, trying not to seem too aroused by the prospect. If last time was anything to go by, a punishment wouldn't be so bad...

Soma's voice lowered intimately. His next words came out in a gravelly tone.

'I'll pound you so fucking hard you won't even be able to say 'Yukihira'.'

Takumi's stomach twisted in excitement as Soma attacked his open mouth, tongue roaming into every corner of it while warm, kitchen-rough hands unbuttoned his shirt.

Soma's threat didn't sound like a punishment to him.


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'Fuck, fuck, Takumi, I'm so- c- close-'

Soma growled as he rammed into Takumi, again and again, getting sloppier with each wet thrust.

Exhausted and overstimulated (he had came twice already), Takumi could do nothing but moan helplessly as his head flopped onto the sweat-dampened pillow, his dripping ass lettting Soma thrust in and out with delicious ease.

Their hairclips had long fallen off, lost in the tangle of clothes and bedsheets discarded onto the floorboards.

It was Takumi's breathless cry as Soma bit particularly hard into his tender neck, that caused the string pulled taut inside the redhead to snap.
Souma finally reached his climax with a stuttering of his hips and a soft grunt of pleasure.

'Shit... Takumi... you're always so... fucking... perfect for me,' he murmured, pulling out gently so as not to hurt his boyfriend. Takumi could do nothing but whimper.

Once Soma's considerable length was fully out of him, Takumi blushed, suddenly aware of his humiliating position with an uncomfortably empty ass stuck into the air and legs spread out on the bed.

Takumi sighed contentedly as Soma flipped him over with ease, so the two were lying sideways, face to face.

'Takumi. I love you.'

Not a trace of doubt was evident in the earnest face across from Takumi.

'I- I love you too... Soma.' Takumi replied shyly, affectionately rubbing noses with his boyfriend. 'So, so much.'

'Hey! You did it!' Soma beamed, kissing Takumi. A wave of warmth had washed through Soma at hearing his own name. (Wasn't it ridiculous? Dating for so long and not even being on first name terms? Although 'Yukihira' was kind of a running joke between the two by now, bringing back memories of their first-year rivalry's peak.)

'You called me Soma!'

'N-not for long... Yukihira.' Takumi huffed. His warm breath tickled Soma's face, and the latter gazed fondly at the gorgeous boy in front of him, blonde hair shining orange in the sunset glow from the window.

'God, no more calling me Yukihira. Unless you want to go again... Aldini?'

'Cazzo, Soma, don't do that, now I'm thinking of the trattoria.'

Souma laughed, arms winding around the back of Takumi's neck.
'Now you know how it feels, huh?'

Takumi mumbled something incoherent, then immediately went bright red.

'Hm? What was that, Aldini?'

'I SAID the trattoria's a lot less sexy th-than Joichi- MERDA, FORGET IT-'



'No, no, he has a point.'

The voice hadn't come from Soma, who was spluttering in protest (why did everyone think his cocky slimeball dad was hot?), but from a metallic pipe in the corner of the room.

'ISSHIKI SATOSHI!?' Takumi bellowed, wrenching Soma away and leaping off the bed to yell directly into the pipe. Now THAT was a mood killer.
'YOU PERVERT! HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN LISTENING TO US?'

Soma shamelessly drank in the sight of Takumi from behind; his eyes roamed over lean shoulders, smooth except for swollen red fingernail marks, a narrow, very-much-holdable waist, and ass still glowing pink from before. He'd never get sick of looking at Takumi.

'SATOSHI, I KNOW YOU'RE THERE! ANSWER ME, COGLIONE!!' Takumi stamped his foot angrily; Soma laughed at his cuteness.

'Ah, so fiery, Takumi. Don't I have a right to relax in my room after a looong, hard day~?' Satoshi's smirk was evident in his tone.
'My room's right above yours, and you two were so loud I didn't even need these pipes to hear you. But don't get uncomfortable, I don't mind at alll.'

'Horny bastard,' Soma muttered.

'Can't we turn these things OFF?' Takumi said desperately.

'If I knew, I wouldn't tell you, hehe~ Not unless you want to come and help your dear senpai with some, ah... things?'

Satoshi's tone was far too suggestive for anyone's liking. Soma mimed puking before dragging Takumi by the waist into the ensuite (he'd always wanted to do that).

'Ignore him, Takumi. It's embarrassing, but you know Satoshi's harmless enough. What's the worst he can do, challenge me to a Shokugeki?'

In fact, Soma seemed to revel in the prospect of it, eyes glinting maniacally as he pulled Takumi into the glass shower cubicle.

'You and your Shokugekis.' Takumi hmphed. 'If he beats you, then what? He makes you jerk him off or something?'
He turned on the shower tap, then winced when ice cold water hit his back.

'Takuuumi, you know I'd never agree to that,' Soma pressed Takumi's body to his as warm water began to flow over them. 'Unless I knew I'd win, of course-'

Takumi, pushing away Soma in pursuit of shampoo, retorted,
'You're so arrogant you'd think that regardless!'

'So? - hEY, Takumi, I don't NEED YOU TO WASH ME-'

'I know you love it, and also really fucking need it. Not everyone likes the smell of your ball sweat as much as I do.'

Soma was too engrossed by the soft hands massaging shampoo into his hair to even point out how disgusting that was.



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'TAKUMICCHI'S HERE!!!' Yuki exclaimed, dropping the broom to run over and give the startled blonde a hug.
She had long abandoned her crush on Takumi (Yuki was in no way whatsoever an ex-member of the Takumi Aldumi Fanclub, and middle school was AGES ago, thank you very much!) but took pride in being on friendly terms with him now that he was at Polar Star so often. Well, Yuki was friendly to everyone, but especially so to her Polar Star dormmates, and Takumi was practically one of them now! Seriously, Fumio had even started setting out an extra plate for him every night.

'Explains why Soma's so late to dinner,' deadpanned Ryoko, looking up from the soapy dishes in the sink to Soma and Takumi, both a dusty pink and grinning sheepishly.

'Sorry Ryoko, we can expl-'

'Please, for the love of god, DON'T,' Ryoko cut in over Soma, sharp eyes noting their shower-damp hair and the loose shirt on a slightly limping Takumi,

'We GET it, you had SEX, you FUCKED.'

There was an 'eek!' and a loud clatter from the other side of the kitchen. Zenji scrambled to pick up the cutlery he'd dropped. And the glasses which had slipped right off of his nose.

'Ryoko, there's no need to be so blunt-'

'Just cos you're a yet-to-be-deflowered virgin, Zenji,' Yuki teased, 'Doesn't mean the rest of us are so sensitive.'

'I'm not a v- well, maybe I am- but don't SAY it-'

'Marui, the whole campus knows you've never fucked.' Ryoko said bluntly, lifting a whole stack of pans out of the sink like it was nothing. Then, addressing the two boys lingering awkwardly at the doorway-

'Hey Takumi, there's some leftovers on the dining table for you two. Shoji and Shun made dinner tonight, enjoy! - and Soma, it's your and Yuki's turn to cook tomorrow.'

Ryoko glanced up to smile at them, then did a double take.
'Uh. What are those ridiculous things in your hair?'

'Whose hair? Mine?' laughed Takumi, bringing a hand up to a large blue hairclip.

'Yes, yours- wait, not SOMA TOO?!'

Soma grinned at Ryoko before turning to Takumi - 'Told ya I pull it off better-'

'Only because the colour blends in with your obnoxious hair-'

'But you're more adorable than I could ever-'

'I KNOW, there's no need to tell me-'

'Then why don't I show you, hm?'

Ryoko, Yuki and a flustered Zenji all turned away hastily, suddenly intent on their respective chores, as Soma pushed Takumi against the still-soapy kitchen counter and they started kissing. Not just any kissing, but LOUD kissing; Zenji looked ready to make a break for his room, even if that meant facing Shoji, Daigo and Shun vandalising his personal possessions. (It wouldn't be the first nor last time).

Yuki tried to focus on her sweeping, she really did, but it wasn't HER fault that the couple had the audacity to stand on the very floor she had to clean, so if her gaze just happened to wander a little onto the two attractive males in front of her....it really couldn't be helped...

Ryoko rolled her eyes. It wasn't aimed at anyone in particular. Just at everyone.

'GUYS.' She interjected as Takumi started whining, Soma's knee moving languidly between his legs, 'If you gotta be horny, take it to the dining room and do it over dinner before it gets too cold.'

'Out, OUT!' Yuki cried, practically herding the boys out with her broomstick like they were geese, occasionally jabbing them for good measure.

'OW, SHIT, FINE-'

'WE'RE - MERDA, YUKI -  LEAVING!'

Zenji could only let out a pathetic whimper as the kitchen door closed. His innocent soul had seen and heard too much.


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Ryoko shook her head in disappointment, trying not to stare at the horrendous scene in front of her as she briskly gathered up what empty plates she could.

When she'd told the couple to 'take it to the dining room,' Ryoko didn't expect them to take it fucking LITERALLY.

Satoshi materialised out of nowhere, leaning casually against the doorframe.

'Hey Ryoko- ah. I see they're enjoying dessert?'

Spoiler: neither Shoji nor Shun had made dessert that night.

'... I'm surrounded by fucking perverts.'

Ryoko was never going to sit in that chair again.


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