#totsuki culinary academy

[ouiouimochi]

Gingerbread

pairing/s: satoshi isshiki x reader

wc: 1.1k

warning/s: no beta again, wonky phone format, character may be ooc

note/s: I'm late cuz I drank last night lmaoo

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On the 7th day of simpmas, my true love gave to me

“Oh, what's this?”

Early December had settled over Totsuki Culinary Academy like a soft blanket, the days growing shorter and colder as the first traces of snow dusted the campus.

Satoshi leaned against one side of the counter, the usual relaxed smile on his face as he surveyed the ingredients laid out before him. The soft light of the kitchen cast a warm glow, and outside the window, the first signs of winter—a faint dusting of snow—began to fall, signaling the start of the holiday season.

He was wearing normal clothes in the dorm, for once, donning a cream sweater and some comfortable pants. Last time he appeared before you, he was in nothing but his pink apron— to which you scolded him for as he could get sick in the current weather. At least he seemed to have listened to your concerns.

‘God forbid if he wears the damned fudonshi or just his apron in this frigid climate’

You turned your full attention to him from preparing the ingredients you needed, greeting him with a relaxed smile of your own and settling your hands on your waist.

“Just gonna bake some gingerbread… I had a sudden craving…” You scratched your cheek with a finger as you laughed sheepishly.

Satoshi hums to himself before retrieving his apron and standing next to you on the counter. He rolled the sleeves of his sweater up to his elbows as he meticulously washed his hands.

“I don't suppose you mind a hand?” he asked with a playful gleam in his eyes, as if he hadn't already invited himself to assist you. Satoshi has always been like that with you.

You shook your head. If anything, you were more than pleased to have some help— it was only an added plus that you enjoy the eccentric male’s presence a lot.

“I’d appreciate it, actually. I'm going to try something new, hopefully it works out…” You trailed off while staring at the ingredients, worried that a slight change to the usual recipe you used would fail.

A warm hand settled itself on top of your head, gently ruffling your hair. A deep and charming chuckle reaching into your ears. You face him again just as he removes his hand, the presence of a sincere fondness reflecting in Satoshi’s cyan-blue eyes.

“I'm sure it'll work out with your skills and magic, our dearest sugar fairy~” he reassured and teased, calling you by the embarrassing nickname you acquired during your first year— a story for another time.

“Please don't call me that…”

“But you're one of Polar Star’s pride!” You sighed, knowing how you can't really argue much against Satoshi once he's set on it.

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You and Satoshi had finally gotten started by mixing the dry ingredients of flour, baking soda, cinnamon, and ginger, the male humming a soft, upbeat tune. You recognize a familiar rhythm and soon after, you begin humming the Christmas song you got reminded of, the brunette immediately catching on and humming with you as you two proceed to other preparations.

Now, all that was left was to mix the ingredients to create the dough, which he thankfully volunteered himself to do. Your eyes focused on his forearm muscles flexing itself as he effortly kneading the dough, his fingers looking skilled.

You held his upper arm, signalling him to pause as you inspected the lump.

“It needs a bit more flour and cinnamon…”

If Satoshi was surprised, he didn't show it in his expression. But he wasn't surprised since he knew your skill, despite how absurd it was to be able to know what you need in your dishes with just a look— most especially with baking where measurements have to be accurate and precise.

You took the ingredients you needed and sprinkle a little on to the dough, Satoshi having moved his hands away to make room for your action.

“You know, “ you suddenly piped up, "gingerbread cookies are a lot like life. They need just the right amount of spice to make them exciting, but they also need something sweet to balance it all out. And in the end, when they’re all baked and ready, they come together in the most satisfying way.”

Satoshi chuckled, his head tilted downwards towards you as you two made eye contact. Suddenly you noticed how close you two were. Your shoulder was pressing up against his upper arm, face mere inches apart.

He then booped your nose. You blinked, stunned, a few seconds passed by before realizing that he smeared something powdery on your nose.

“Toshii!” you drawled out his name, eyebrows scrunching in befuddlement. You smacked his arm before wiping your nose off with your arm.

He raises his hands in surrender and you two go back to baking.

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You neatly laid out the cookies on a separate baking sheet, having already baked and cooled them off a while ago already. The kitchen smelled of pastries, sugar, and cinnamon.

You then took a piping bag with icing already prepared, getting started on decorating the gingerbread men based on everyone from the dorm. Satoshi was only watching as you focused and meticulously added necessary details to the cookies, an inexplicably soft look settling into his expression.

“Done!” you rested your hands on your waist, taking a step back to appreciate your work. Nodding to yourself in approval, you made eye contact with the brunette.

“They're lovely.” he commented, as his finger traced the form of one cookie— the one you based off of him.

“With your level of skill, why don't you fight for a seat in the Elite Ten?” He asked, you shaking your head in response.

You inspected the cookies again, “Eh, not really why I got into Totsuki though…” your finger tapped on one of the intricate lines you drew, making sure it had already set and hardened.

“Then, what was your reason?” He was genuinely curious, having never asked you before this question at all.

“Well,” you picked one up delicately, “It’s quite tiring eating your own dishes even if you're a good chef...even if you keep adding twists to the usual recipe”

“Let's just say I only got to Totsuki to find someone who can cook me all types of food that I wouldn't get tired of.” You stared at him, possibly hinting at something as his eyes narrowed slightly in jest, an unspoken conversation going on between you two.

You then bit into the cookie, smiling in delight that it turned out well. Satoshi also took one, the one designed to resemble you

because you had the one that resembled him

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note/s: rushed af, late af, I'm dying in uni yet again. yes you went to totsuki just to find a malewife, GIRLBOSS behavior

taglist: @justwinginglife , @minasfwoopyponytail , @ryescapades , + anyone who wants to be added!

[ladybunny44]

Good morning, Bunny. This is probably my final Food Wars request and it's for Kuga. I mean, just how many requests are there for this short king, right? After Reader's father remarried shortly after her mother's death, Reader finds herself getting ousted from her father's new family, with her stepsister replacing her spot as the daughter. Her only saving grace: her proficiency at dim sum. So, when her Totsuki admittance letter arrives, her father sends her packing without hesitation. Reader gains Kuga's attention shortly after entering Totsuki when he notices her expertise at dim sum. Though his information network, Kuga finds out about Reader's family situation and starts planning. Afterwards, he arrives at Reader's house during the weekend, with a marriage agreement and betrothal gifts in hand. Reader's father gets very excited when Kuga expresses his intention to marry Reader and instantly signs the marriage agreement, eager to be rid of her. With the marriage agreement signed, Kuga gleefully exits Reader's house and begins his next step: wooing Reader.

🍜 Steamed Love and Savory Plans 🥟

Pairing : Terunori Kuga x Fem!Reader

Genre : ☁️

Word count : ~2000

Summary : After losing her place in her father’s family, reader clings to the one thing her late mother taught her—dim sum. Upon being accepted into Totsuki Culinary Academy, her father sends her away without hesitation. Enter Terunori Kuga, a sharp-tongued prodigy who notices her extraordinary talent for dim sum. As they grow closer, Kuga discovers her painful family situation and vows to help her see her worth, proving that sometimes, the bonds we choose are stronger than those we’re born into.

TW/CW : Mention of family neglect & emotional rejection. Mild angst with a happy and uplifting ending.

NOTIFICATIONS ��� ₊ ⊹! : Hello! Sorry for the late post, I had exam on that time so i was focused on it, here it is! Thank you for requesting and enjoy 📚

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The first time you stepped into the hallowed grounds of Totsuki Culinary Academy, your emotions were a mixture of fear and exhilaration. You were here because you had no other choice. Your father’s new family had quickly pushed you out, treating you more like an unwelcome guest than a daughter. The only thing keeping you afloat was your love and talent for dim sum—the last connection you had to your late mother.

You tightened your grip on your bag and glanced around the bustling campus, catching glimpses of other students chatting and heading to their classes. This was your fresh start, your chance to prove yourself, even if your heart still ached from the rejection at home.

Terunori Kuga was nothing if not observant. As the head of the Chinese Cuisine Research Society, his keen eye for talent was unmatched, and he’d heard whispers about a first-year who had stunned the instructors with their dim sum skills. Naturally, he had to investigate.

The next time he saw you practicing at the society’s test kitchen, he was mesmerized. Your movements were fluid, precise, and confident, your dim sum flawless in presentation and aroma. Even the delicate folds on the dumplings seemed to tell a story.

“Hey, newbie!” Kuga called out, his sharp voice cutting through the room.

Startled, you looked up to see a short but commanding figure, his wild hair and confident smirk making him hard to miss. You knew who he was—Terunori Kuga, a member of the Elite Ten Council.

“Uh… yes?” you replied, trying not to falter under his intense gaze.

He pointed at the steaming bamboo baskets in front of you. “Who taught you to fold dumplings like that? Your technique is textbook-perfect, but your style is all your own. It’s impressive.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the compliment. “My mother taught me,” you said quietly. “She was a chef, and dim sum was her specialty.”

Kuga raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Well, newbie, if you’re half as good as your mom, you’ll fit right in here. Welcome to the Chinese Cuisine Research Society. You’re officially on my radar now.”

Over the next few weeks, Kuga kept a close eye on you. He’d throw challenges your way during practice, push you to experiment with new techniques, and even invite you to his cooking demonstrations. It wasn’t long before he noticed the way your smile faltered when family was mentioned or how you seemed to work harder than anyone else, as if proving something to someone who wasn’t there.

Using his extensive information network, Kuga decided to dig deeper into your background. What he discovered made his blood boil.

Your stepmother had effectively replaced you with her daughter, and your father had sent you away without hesitation the moment your Totsuki acceptance letter arrived. It wasn’t just cruel—it was downright unforgivable.

One afternoon, you were cleaning up after a particularly grueling practice session when Kuga approached you, his usual playful smirk absent.

“Hey, newbie,” he said, his voice softer than usual.

“Yeah?” you replied, wiping your hands on a towel.

“Why didn’t you tell me your family was a bunch of jerks?”

You froze, your eyes widening. “What are you talking about?”

Kuga crossed his arms, his sharp eyes boring into yours. “I know about how they treated you—your dad, your stepmother, your stepsister. They kicked you out, didn’t they?”

You looked away, your throat tightening. “It’s… complicated.”

“No, it’s not,” Kuga snapped. “They didn’t see your worth, and they threw you away like you didn’t matter. But you do matter, and I’m going to prove it to you.”

From that moment on, Kuga became your biggest supporter. He pushed you to enter competitions, introduced you to key figures in the culinary world, and made sure your talent didn’t go unnoticed.

One evening, as you worked together on a new dim sum recipe, he suddenly leaned closer, his voice low and serious. “You’re not just good—you’re extraordinary. And one day, they’ll regret ever letting you go.”

You looked up at him, your heart skipping a beat. There was something about the way he looked at you, as if you were the most important person in the world.

“Thank you, Kuga,” you said softly.

He smirked, his usual playfulness returning. “Call me Terunori. We’re teammates now.”

Weeks later, you were preparing for the academy’s annual showcase, where students presented their best dishes to an audience of culinary elites. Kuga had insisted on being your partner, claiming it was the only way to guarantee success.

As you plated your final dish, he leaned in and whispered, “You’re going to blow them away, newbie.”

His confidence was contagious, and for the first time, you felt like you truly belonged. When the judges praised your dim sum as the highlight of the showcase, Kuga couldn’t hide his pride.

That evening, as you walked back to the dorms together, he suddenly stopped and grabbed your hand.

“You know,” he said, his voice uncharacteristically shy, “I didn’t just notice you because of your cooking. There’s something about you… something that makes me want to protect you.”

Your cheeks flushed, and you smiled. “Thank you, Terunori. For everything.”

He smirked, pulling you closer. “Don’t thank me yet. We’ve got a lot more to accomplish together.”

As you looked into his eyes, you realized that maybe, just maybe, you’d found a new family—a family built on shared dreams, mutual respect, and the kind of connection you’d never thought possible.

[e-adlirez]

Can you tell me about the stars academy series? Like, how much Thea sisters content is there that wasn’t translated into English?

Oh god for the second question you have no idea what rabbit hole you're getting yourself into

But the first question is far simpler so I'll cover that first:

Stars Academy is a spin-off where the premise is this: Violet, Colette and Pamela are accepted to do a summer Master's degree in Stars Academy, a very prestigious performing arts academy situated in Broadway, New York. Think of it like uh, the Curtis Institute of Music for music nerds, or Totsuki Culinary Academy for the weebs. The selection process is extremely selective and so is the master's degree itself-- less than 50% of entrants actually make it to the end and receive their master's degree. What happens to the other 50%? Well, you know what happens when a student just can't keep up with the curriculum and is only flunking harder and harder with each exam.

Oh yeah, Nicky and Paulina? Yeah they applied/auditioned with the girls but they didn't make the cut so they're chilling in Mouseford :'D

Anyway so one other interesting thing about the curriculum is that uh... you don't get to choose what you're majoring in for the master's degree :D everyone's doing something along the lines of performing arts, from acting to dancing to singing to music stuff. The way the school works is they look at you and your credentials, and give you a master's degree that'll either enhance your current skillset or pad things out and give you another tool in your belt. How does that apply to the girls? Well uh, Colette is very fond of dance (specifically ballet), Pam is good at acting and would probably make the next member of Starkid Productions (/j), and as we all know Violet is planning to be a violinist so she'd want to go in that route.

The academy chose an Acting degree for Colette, a Dance degree for Pam, and a Music Composition degree for Violet. And they have no way of changing the academy's decision :D soooo shenanigans :DDD

Anyway yeah so that's Star's Academy in a nutshell, it's basically a taste of the girls experiencing stuff in a different school, different environment (look Mouseford is cool and all and hella prestigious but the vibe is the student body is full of Max Jägerman-certified nerdy prudes), different classes and of course, having to adapt to courses they think don't suit them :D Vi in particular is Family Guy deathposing at every step of the way because uh, learning music theory and composition, while a part of a lot of musicians' repertoire, is something very different from musical performance and Vi can't even use her violin as something to lean on for most of it :DDD she eventually gets through it tho without dropping out! It just takes a loootttt of floundering and dealing with the five stages of grief before she gets to that point. Oh yeah and the course has mandatory singing classes. Vi's shy ass is having a lot of fun with that one.

Okay so that's Stars Academy, hope that answers your question ^^

[school-of-all-time]

School of All Time Qualifiers

Totsuki Culinary Academy from Shokugeki no Soma

Shermer High from The Breakfast Club

Sycamore High School from The Hatchetfield Series

Creekwood High School from Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda

Dotheboys Hall from Nicholas Nickleby

The top two schools will advance to the bracket rounds. The third place winner could possibly advance as well if it gets a large enough number of votes.

[jane-friend]

Do you think you could/could've handled going to totsuki academy for high school?

Oh absolutely not. I barely tolerated normal high school and teenagers, I could not imagine the dread I’d feel every day being surrounded by quirked-up wannabe chefs in a school with weird asshole teacher chefs. HOWEVER. That’s actually what culinary school wound up being anyways so I could probably tolerate some sort of Totsuki College :y

[polar-stars]

Here’s to the mysterious genius that’s keeping Totsuki Culinary Academy in a permanent awe. It’s been just one year, and already the first few legends about this boy and his blessed tongue are being spun.

Happy (belated) Birthday to Hiraku Yukihira ❤️

[kalamhs]

Yukihira Soma (幸平創真)

Yukihira Soma, the central character in "Food Wars!: Shokugeki no Soma," is a vibrant and determined young chef whose culinary journey captivates audiences throughout the anime and manga. Born into a family that runs a humble diner, Soma inherits his father Joichiro Yukihira's passion for cooking. Joichiro's departure to travel the world leaves Soma with the desire to surpass his father's culinary skills and the responsibility of running the family restaurant.

What distinguishes Soma is his fearless and unconventional approach to cooking. He thrives on experimenting with ingredients, pushing the boundaries of traditional culinary practices. His unwavering confidence and resilience make him stand out in the competitive environment of Totsuki Culinary Academy, where elite chefs hone their skills. Soma's ability to think on his feet and adapt to unexpected challenges sets the stage for thrilling and intense Shokugeki (cooking battles) throughout the series.

As a character, Soma undergoes significant growth, not only in terms of his culinary prowess but also in developing meaningful connections with fellow students and mentors. His interactions with classmates, rivals, and friends add depth to the narrative, creating a well-rounded protagonist with a mix of determination, humility, and a touch of rebellious spirit.

The series portrays Soma's journey through the demanding and prestigious Totsuki Culinary Academy, where he faces formidable opponents and undergoes rigorous training. Each culinary competition, or Shokugeki, becomes a platform for Soma to showcase his creativity, adaptability, and the culinary skills he has acquired from his diverse experiences.

Yukihira Soma's character is not just defined by his cooking abilities; it's also shaped by his relationships, personal growth, and his relentless pursuit of becoming a chef who can surpass even the most revered culinary masters. Through laughter, intense culinary battles, and moments of camaraderie, Soma's character resonates with fans as he strives to carve out his own path in the competitive world of gourmet cuisine.

[tornatoremarzipansoldat]

Shokugeki no Soma OC, Emilia L. Gerbeaud

Name: Emilia Lilian Gerbeaud

Age: 14 (in the beginning of the series)

Live: Carouge, Switzerland 

Height: 1.58m (5′2.2)  Weight: 40kg

Date of Birth: 3rd of February

Professional: confectioner (specialized on chocolate)

Hobby: art 

Type: romantic boy who could treat her well

Love interest: Takumi Aldini

[weird-dere-fics]

Omegaverse Life at Totsuki Academy Headcanons

I was kinda curious about what it might be like to have to deal with all the stuff that comes from secondary sexes at such a rigorous and hectic place, so I came up with some headcanons just because.

I’ll make another if I can think of something to add. Eventually some more omegaverse headcanons specifically for Souma will be posted.

Formatting may look a bit strange for mobile users. Sorry!

Without further ado, the headcanons below ↓↓↓

As I kinda hinted at in the note before, I would imagine stipulations of the omegaverse make things even harder in an already rigorous cooking academy like Totsuki.

Despite their rather intense approach, I think the leaders at Totsuki would believe in a totally fair environment that welcomes alphas, betas, and omegas alike that possess the correct skills and aspirations.

People’s sense of smell in this AU is even more pronounced and nuanced than before, as you can imagine. Students, teachers, judges and guests alike will need to be able to differentiate between scents coming from people and scents coming from dishes. (imagine how much more potentially powerful Hayama’s nose is HHHHHHHHHHHHHH)

During large meetings of normal circumstances (Let’s say like the welcoming of the middle school students into high school) there is no need to inhibit the scents of students or anything. 

However, when it comes to a shokugeki, the autumn elections, or something similar, it is required that all students and spectators in the audience wear scent blockers of some sort. This is to keep from overwhelming the young chefs and judges involved. Creams are allowed, but neck bands, bracelets, thigh straps or other things you can physically wear are preferred. 

That isn’t to say wearing someone else’s clothing will do. Staff at Totsuki make it a point to make sure students understand that scent blocking doesn’t mean covering your scent with another scent, but to cancel your own scent out. 

Judges and adjudicators at such occasions are not required to (and most of the time just don’t) mask their scents. As you can imagine, that can make things for the contenders a lot more tense and can heighten suspense.

The students competing in these events (unless they are currently in heat or rut) are not allowed to inhibit their scents. It is to test their mettle in being able to overcome their instincts and put their fullest into their cooking. After all, when they all have their own restaurants they’ll need to be able to continue to work at top capacity despite whatever scents might stress them out or vex them in the kitchen, dining area or otherwise. 

These events are also meant to be totally fair and based on skill, originality, personality, etc. This means the judges cannot be partial to certain students because of their reputation (though they can talk all the trash they like about students they don’t have high hopes for). They cannot make verdicts based on the competitors’ secondary sexes. All deliberations must be made based on the qualities of the dish served to them.

Being totally fair on the competing students’ end means that they cannot use their scents to intentionally try and mess with their rivals. Intimidation tactics or attempts at seduction will not be tolerated during these events. 

Orders from alphas are strictly prohibited from any arena, examination, or class assignment due to their ability to put any omega under duress and keep them from completing what they need to. Leveraging that is not tolerated. Students who break this rule (even if by mistake) will be expulsed. Instructors who break this rule will be fired. Judges who break this rule will not be allowed to judge at Totsuki events for 2 to 3 years. 

There is a host of students within the three secondary sexes that attend the academy. For the most part the populations of each are pretty equal. Of the three though, betas are the minority and have the highest rate of expulsions. 

Since they’re at a disadvantage as far as aroma goes when it comes to their dishes, most of them make their way through by heavily focusing on the molecular gastronomy within their techniques.

Of course heats and ruts are going to happen in this AU, and the academy cannot simply ignore them. They cannot allow students to fail on account of their biology. They still have a reputation to uphold after all. Anyone should be able to join and climb the ranks if they have the skill. 

I headcannon that heats and ruts last the length of a typical period for girls irl (like 2 to 8 days). Sometimes long cycles happen, which last like 10 days.

When ruts come around alphas get more aggressive. This usually means they get into LOTS of really fierce shokugeki around that time. When in rut, alphas getting into shokugeki cannot wager their expulsion. Their hormones will cause them to be more extreme, and their minds may not be clear. This could also mean prep won’t be as meticulous as it should be. Totsuki wants for their alphas to be able to succeed by working at their peak potential. 

That’s clouded during a rut, so these shokugeki are under a special classification that denotes that one or more contenders is in this condition. Shokugeki under this classification are more for blowing off steam than anything. 

Aside from that, alpha’s are encouraged to take 2 or 3 days off if their cycle is on the longer side to take care of themselves how they will.

Omegas are more sensitive to the taste of food and its scent when dealing with their heats. It’s been studied, and it typically causes their grades to go up for the days that they can still attend class during one.

Omegas are recommended to always have a bottle of heat suppressants on them (like in their knife cases and stuff) in the event that one might start in the middle of something like a shokugeki or one of the examinations that results in expulsion upon failure.

There is a stipulation that omegas may skip up to three cycles using suppressants before they are required to let one heat pass naturally. They are excused from whatever events may be happening during that time, and may have an assignment (of the same stakes) to make it up at a later time. Then they can skip the next three again if they’d like (if they aren’t expelled).

They are not required to skip the three if they don’t want to though. They are free to go through each cycle. They just end up going through school slower if they aren’t well prepared.

Polar Star has special rooms designed specifically for when an omega’s heat or an alpha’s rut becomes too strong or bothersome. There are special suits other dorm students have to wear when visiting them so the scent of the bothered party doesn’t stick to them when they return to the regular dorms and vice versa. Only members of the same sex are allowed to bring the bothered party food, water, or company for a short time.

[amekkusuu]

souma headcannons

my boy

my first loveee

alRiGHT here we go

first thing’s first: this boi- this boi is the best cook in the entire world.

combine that with his optimism & pureness???

you get the perfect boyfriend

like holy crap he will protect you with his life but more importantly he will put heaven on a platter for you?? like his food is just. yes.

besides cooking, he enjoys hanging out with his friends so you’ll be introduced to the whole gang

you’re also attending totsuki culinary academy?? wow, what a coincidence!!!

are you in polar star dormitory? well, say goodbye to privacy. you guys will sleep together (innocently, completely innocently-), eat together, bathe together (innocently, once again, please get your mind out of the gutter), cook together- you guys are inseparable.

you’ll huddle up on the couch together and watch movies while eating dinner or feasting upon popcorn. usually scary movies because souma lives for danger. if things like that scare you, it’ll only boost his ego when you cling to him in fear.

will probably challenge you to cooking competitions because he loves your food. however, his food is on a whole other level from yours (no offense), and, well- it still turns out alright in the end!

souma doesn’t get jealous very easily. it’ll take a lot for him to actually confront the offending person about it- if they’re constantly making moves on you, touching you without your consent, making you uncomfortable, etc. etc.

and, well, when souma gets mad- he gets mad.

you... you don’t want to be on his bad side.

it’s-... it’s not adviseable.

and for the foreseeable future, you’re gonna be stickin’ close to his side.

[spicy-batman]

All Tied Up: Akira Hayama

(Akiiiiiiiiira Hayamaaaaa~~ God... This man... Did anyone else think he looked drool worthy tied to that seat? If yes then lucky you!! If not then you need to go reread/rewatch and behold the glory. Also his hair is to die fooooooooor)

Rating: Explicit. Kinda SMUT? Maybe...

Summary: Did you want to tie up your boyfriend after seeing how he trained for the Fall Selection? HECK YES. Was Akira down for it? Not that he'd admit it but...

Pairings: Akira Hayama x F!Reader

Warnings: No real plot. SMUTTY IDEAS. Blindfolded Akira. Restrained Akira. Teasing. Language. Might have missed some, you get what you're given!! But enjoy anyway~

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"Well... Don't you look appetising, hmm Akira?~"

"Tch... This isn't a new thing for you to play around with Y/N..."

"Isn't it? You seem to be enjoying yourself as much as I am"

"T-That's not true- Nggh~... Y/N..."

The sound of her name on Akira's tongue sent a ripple of pleasure down the girls spine. His moan had done exactly the same not even a second before, but the tone of it, the fusion of lust, warning and want all combined into one frustrated growl set her nerves on the most alluring edge.

The sight of him as he was right now was truly the most delicious she had ever laid eyes on, even more glorious than any dish she had cooked, baked, or seen with her own two eyes and hands since entering this academy for the culinary arts. As soon as she had bumbled into the Shinomi Seminar and beheld him like this for the first time, she made it her mission to have him in such a state again.

Which she had thankfully achieved, albeit with a little help from Alice Nakari and Ryo Kurokiba in the distraction of Jun Shiomi for a few hours. She was happy that Jun adored her so much, being Akira's first girlfriend and all... But it was hard to be together without her working a few doors away or gushing over how sweet they both looked together, and the woman did deserve a break from her science in her own right. Tonight was a win win for everyone! Well... Everyone but Akira Hayama if Y/N had her way.

"Untie me Y/N! This is your last warning!... "

"What? So you can get me back as soon as your hands are free? I might not have a nose like you, but I can smell that trick a mile away Hayama"

Akira only growled once more in response to her, straining against the silk knots that bound him to the chair he was sat and blindfolded upon 15 minutes ago, tricked into another scent test that quickly became focused on a different kind of spice than he expected. Not that he was complaining, his pride kept him from openly admitting how the loss of touch and sight seemed to warm his blood in all the right ways, he just didn't like not getting his way. Being denied. Being teased.

He was the one who held the reigns in that department of the bedroom. Taking his time to find the ultimate concoction that would send her catatonic, spiralling into euphoria, until all she cared to remember was the name 'Akira Hayama'. But it seemed her recette for today was retaliation, and ever the supporting boyfriend, he supposed he was more curious to see what heights she would take them to to not act fully on his irritation of being restrained.

Definitely not so he could learn and outdo her next time... Totsuki really did ingrain competition into their bones...

"Trick or not, are you really willing to risk tha- Aah~"

A deep blush bloomed on his skin at the sound she released from his throat, but it mattered little compared to the pleasure that sprung from the darkness like a predator to prey, its heat running up his spine in tandem with the tongue that made a long pass from his exposed collar up over his throat, to finish with teeth sunk softly and playfully into his bottom lip .

He could feel her chuckle against his lips as much as he heard it, could feel her body heat so close to him and smell the sweet, familiar scent of her hair as it gently brushed and mingled with his own white locks. The close proximity, the attack of 3 senses at once, knowing who had him in the palm of their hand, it all rushed down to the only place that could betray his attempt at keeping his cool, and he could only pray for his pride that she didn't notice it until she had done a little more work.

While perfect for testing his nose, this blindfold was going to end him if it wasn't taken off soon.

"Oh, now THAT was a sound I'll never get tired of hearing! You're cute when you want to be Akira~"

"Call me cute one more time and see what comes of it when i'm freed. Remember... You can't keep me tied here forever, love. I will get you back~"

"Heheh, I'm planning on it~"

A click of shoes either side of him let him know and brace for her next course, and his legs came closer together on instinct to form a comfortable space as she settled herself to sit on his lap. His reward for it came in the form of a kiss, gentle and loving at first, that gradually became a battle of tongues and dominance the more Akira wanted the control back, and to his utter male pride, she fell quicker than anticipated.

Her soft moans where music to his ears, combined with the feel of her body pressed to his own and the sweet taste only he would ever be allowed to share with her, it all blended and painted the most exquisite image in his darkened vision, one that he allowed his body to desire and fall prey to happily.

The kiss ended to soon for Akira's liking, but there was little he could do with his hands bound, he could only groan in frustration and give chase as far as his arms could allow. It was only at the stopping point that he realised she had unbound his hair at some point, the strands tickling his skin as he wobbled a bit from the speed he had used to capture her sweet lips again, but he quickly got them back under control to save them both from an unfortunate tumble.

The giggle that fell from her lips at the almost accident was a different piece of art all together, a melody that sparked flowers to bloom in his chest, and he couldn't stop himself from matching the sound equally. Her fingers caressed his jaw line affectionately, and Akira's lips naturally fell open to catch her index fingertip softly between his teeth in a playful gesture, even as he felt her other hand not so secretly begin to undo the buttons of his uniform as it drifted down his heated body.

“Someone’s eager to move things along~ I thought you wanted to make the best of my predicament?“

“I do, but don’t think I haven’t noticed your problem“

Akria stiffened at the words, every sense now focusing on the soft hands that got lower and lower, each button that popped open at an agonizing pace, until they finally touched upon the belt at his hips, where they wasted no time to work it open before undoing his pants right after. He sighed in relief at the release, the pressure eased a little but not near what he desired or the way he wanted her to do it. Yet he still felt on edge, especially as the warmth her body provided vanished, following the same path but leaving a trail of kisses down his exposed chest until he was certain she had settled between his open legs. 

“Let’s fix that shall we, Ak-iiiiiiiira?~“

“Fix it?- W-Wait... You can’t-... At least let me see it ha- Aaaah!~ Fuck~“

“Hehe, cute~“

(God i’m mean. Always before it gets good!)

[thicksimpx]

Pairings : Joichiro Saiba/Yukihara x Reader, Isshiki Satoshi x Reader , Terunori Kuga x Reader , Takumi Aldini x Reader

Side Characters - Soma Yukihara, Ikumi Mito, Terunori Kuga , Megumi Tadokoro, Ryo Kurokiba, Alicia Nakuri, Isami Aldini, Shun Ibasaki, & Akira Hayama

Warnings: 18+ , Mature content, mature language, oral sex, cum eating, food porn, orgies, rough penetration, hair pulling, spanking, slightly yandere- Isshiki, Unrequited love.

Summary: ever since graduating from Totsuki Academy, Y/N has been BORED and constantly running away from her problems. for once she’s going to do what she wants .. even if it pisses a few people off

Ch1 | Ch2 |

For as long as you can remember, you always loved to cook. It didn't matter if you had your own restaurant or if you were a private chef. You just wanted to make people happy with your food.

For the past few years, you and your crazy nervous childhood friend Megumi  reconnected since you both ended up at Totsuki Culinary Academy. You eventually became apart of the elite 10 as a first year and by your last year sat in the second seat but below Erina and right above your bestfriend. There you met plenty of people like your now bestfriend Soma Yukihira and Ikumi Mito better know as Meat-meatt. There were also .. other relationships like with Takumi Aldini and Satoshi Isshiki.

After graduating everyone had plans but you. People were trying to drag you everywhere to work with them. Even Erina who you swore hated you until you fed her. The first place you went was with Takumi. At the time you two were "messing around" so you thought why not. After about 6 months of you both working together at restaurants around Italy. He begged you to go with him to Bari to open a restaurant together but you turned him down. He understood and declared he'll come snatch you away from whoever had your heart when the time was right, he's so damn dramatic.

There was also Terunori Kuga who damn near begged you to work on his Chinese style restaurant with him. You doubted it was because of your skills. Although he's a notorious asshole, he proposed to you the moment he tasted your cooking and haven't left you alone since despite being a year older than you. Ya boy was down bad. Still is. He calls you Atleast three times a week and at least once out of the week he ask you to come to him. You laugh it off knowing hers probably serious as hell. He's a good friend though.

You also worked with Isshiki at one point. This was the most recent. For him to be such a sweetheart he was a monster in the kitchen .. and the bedroom. You dated for about a year until you guys broke it off. Nothing was wrong with the relationship but it seemed more like friend with benefits for the both of you but he also had this odd possessive reaction whenever men came into the restaurant and flirted with you which you had to confront him about numerous times. You guys are still on good terms but realized you need your own restaurant or business in general. Before you did that, you felt you needed a mentor to work under, someone who had great culinary skills and their own experience with this own restaurant and business.

Who was better than your friend Soma and his dad. Mr. Yukihira. There isn't much known about Somas dad, hell you don't even know what he looks like assuming he and Soma look just a like. When you asked Soma if you could work under him and his dad for a few months you swear you saw hearts in his irises. Soma is your bestfriend but he treats you like your his baby .. literally. If you asked him to spoon feed you he would with the stupidest smile on his face.

Currently you were on the way to Somas family restaurant. It wasn't far from your house so you walked. You couldn't wait to see his reaction when you walk in his store. You haven't seen him in person in a while so you know he's going to do the most. You didn't even tell him you were coming today.

Hopefully everything works out. You know you work well with Soma. Soma isn't the problem. His dad is the problem .. who knows what this man is going to be like.

. "I hope he's not a dick" you mutter to yourself "ohh what if he's hot."

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(Next Chapter)

[pmeraki]

The New Totsuki Elite Ten

&

Totsuki Teahouse Culinary Academy Director

[yuusa]

-ˋˏ 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 ˎˊ-

         -ˋˏ 𝑷𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒄 𝑩𝒂𝒕𝒉ˎˊ-

                  ✧𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒌𝒖𝒈𝒆𝒌𝒊 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝟖𝟗𝒕𝒉 𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝑻𝒐𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔, 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑸𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒏𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒕, 𝒂 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍-𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒖𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒂 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒚.

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒕 𝑻𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒂𝒔𝒂 𝑬𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊.

“Ne, S/o-senpai, what brings you back to the academy?” Kobayashi tied her hair back into a high ponytail, the towel wrapped firmly around her body as she looked up at you, “did you hear about the 92nd Generation?” 

“Yes, they all seem like very lively people,” you rinsed your body with the warm water as you scrubbed at your arms and legs, “Yukihira Soma was it? He sounds really interesting, his fiery hair would make a great addition to the magazines. I actually came back to see all of you guys.” 

You wiped yourself down before wrapping your body with a towel and walked towards the sauna with Kobayashi. Manami was standing outside of the baths since she felt that it would bring too much shame to her if she were to ever look at your naked body. You sat down within the steaming room and crossed your leg over the other. 

“How has things been for you guys? It must have been a huge change since Director Azami came back.” Your gaze darkened at the mention of his name but you kept your cheery persona in front of Kobayashi. You weren’t a major fan of the new change to Totsuki as you were frustrated to see many of it’s promising students become mere slaves to culinary cooking. 

You leaned your chin against the back of your hand in thought. Cooking was a passion for you, a passion just like everything else, something to be kindled and kept ablaze before it burns out completely. You had already seen firsthand what it meant to lose all passion within the world of cooking and it terrified you to the core, hence why you had picked up a secondary hobby to balance out your love for cooking. 

“With all the work piling up I usually give it to Tsukasa,” Kobayashi waved her hand around, “most of us do that since Tsukasa is the only one to do all the work.” 

“You guys are sadists to the man,” you chuckled, “I was trying to call him a couple of times, but they are often cut short due to my schedule. I’m glad to be able to spend the week with you all, but business calls so I’m going to need all of you to model for me!” 

“Sounds great! I’ve been needing a new dress ever since Director Azami has been inviting all the other graduates for parties every week.” 

The two of you sat in relative silence to order to relax in the hot sauna until there was a knock on the door. The door opened up to reveal the other two members of the Elite Ten, Akanegakubo Momo and Kinokuni Nene. Both of them were also wrapped in their own towels and Akanegakubo was carrying her Bucchi in her arms, her eyes lighting up in excitement when she saw you. 

“S/o-senpai! I didn’t think you were actually here until Tsukasa-senpai told us you had arrived just earlier.” Kinokuni pushed up her steaming glasses as she sat next to you. 

“Senpai, you visit us more often! Bucchi says they miss you so much! They miss your cooking!” Akanegakubo gripped onto her Bucchi tightly, almost ripping off the poor animal’s arms off when manipulating them to different poses while she sat on the other side of the room next to Kobayashi. “Are you going to be joining us to watch Central and the Rebels?”

“Hmm. . . Perhaps. I am deeply interested in what the 92nd Generation has to offer.” As much as Central would have liked you to join in their cause, you would have to firmly decline all of their advances. You didn’t want to directly state that you were partially rooting for the Rebels since you were a mere graduate, but you believed that cooking deserves freedom in order to grow. 

“Oh! S/o-senpai and I have been here for a while, we’re gonna go out to get a drink!” Kobayashi grabbed onto your wrist and dragged you out of the sauna despite the others displeasure of her handling you in such a way. You only waved at them, you never really liked the massive formalities and being with Kobayashi felt like a breath of fresh air from your career. 

“Rin-chan, the water is the other way,” You pointed towards the other side of the bathhouse but she seemed to be focused on going into the public baths, “if you wanted to bathe you could have also brought the others.”

“Haha! But they’re such blockheads, it’s more fun just the two of us right? Besides, I still haven’t beaten you in the Inferno Pool yet!” Kobayashi grinned while you stared at her in shock before nodding.

“You’re right, it is a lot more fun. You’re on!” Kobayashi’s smile only seemed to grow wider as she opened the door to the baths. 

The Polar Dorm students stared at the two of you in utter shock while you and Kobayashi deadpanned. The girls comedically stared at your towel-covered breasts. 

“Wow, Tadokoro-chan and her merry band of friends!” Kobayashi called out. 

“Rindo-senpai!” The blue-haired female which you heard was Tadokoro looked both of you in surprise while also panicking internally. 

“Oh, the Nakiri-chans too.” 

“Why are you here?” Erina narrowed her eyes towards Kobayashi while you stood by her side. 

“That should be my line. Who knew the fine young ladies of the Nakiri family would come to the public bath while I was holed up in the sauna? That reminds me. . . I heard an interesting rumor that Miss Erina has run away from home.” Kobayashi placed her hands on her hips as she shook her head, “that wouldn’t be true would it?” 

"Excuse me, would it be possible for you to not inform Azami-dono that you saw Erina-sama with Polar Star Dormitory students?" Hisako stood up from the baths, her hands close to her chest as she tried to defend Erina from one of the Central members. 

“Let me think. . . What if I agree on one condition?” You yawned as you listened to the conversation, clearly left out since you weren’t a student here anymore. 

Erina looked up at Kobayashi in surprise, “eh?”

“Look, this place’s known for it’s really hot bath. I hate the cold, but I’m pretty good at heat tolerance. The only person I haven’t beaten is S/o-senpai!” Kobayashi raised one of her fingers up to emphasize while the other pointed at you, “lets have a tolerance contest, Nakiri-chan. If you can beat me, I’ll keep my mouth shut.” 

You sighed before dipping yourself into the Inferno Pool, your muscles relaxing as you felt unaffected by the heat. It has been a long time since you been to this bath, the last time you went here was when you were in your third year of Totsuki and Kobayashi invited you. This brings back really nice memories. You silently watched as Nakiri pushed herself into the Inferno Pool, her face already growing red and you assumed she was going to pass out any minute. 

“Oh? You’re pretty tough, Nakiri-chan.” Kobayashi commented. 

Erina was trying to do breathing exercises, but it proved to be very difficult when her body felt like it was being fried like tempura. You noticed the way she turned away from Kobayashi as her face turned into a fresh, red tomato. The moment she sunk under the water, Kobayashi already pulled herself out of the bath. 

“Alright, that was pretty hot. It just wasn’t the best idea after the sauna.” You raised your eyebrow at her obvious lie, but it seems like the others didn’t want to believe she was faking it. She walked out of the bath as you followed suite, the heat already cooling off of your body as you wrapped your towel back on. 

"Yeah, I acknowledge defeat, but Nakiri-chan, don't you feel a little less tired and worried now?” Kobayashi lifted the towel around her body as the other students crowded around Erina to see if she was okay, “just kidding. Oh, don't worry. As promised, I won't say anything to Director Azami. Oh, and you should avoid the sauna, there are some blockheads in there." 

The red-haired female waved at them while you smiled.

“We couldn’t talk this time, but I hope to see you all this week.” After that you and Kobayashi arrived back at the sauna to where Kinokuni and Akanegakubo sat next to each other in distaste. Without you, they refused to even cooperate with each other. 

[radbutsafe]

Six continents, 15 countries, eight months later; the esteemed Totsuki Culinary Academy feels like it hasn’t changed a bit. It’s familiar in comparison to the places Yukihira Soma’s traveled. But there’s a shift, the Totsuki he left isn’t the same as the one he came back to; Nakiri Erina’s developed something he never imagined. 

“I think you like me.” Soma says, turning to her and seeing her sputter, eyes wide as saucers while she stares at him. 

“Excuse me?!”

slides my first sorina fic ever posted

hey nerds the resident clown that you didn’t really know existed has finally posted the first chapter of one of her sorina WIPS on ao3 i’ll get to the cursed ff.net site too, just not right away LOL this has been sitting in discord dms with @audsen @royaldragonsevgisi15 @whatermelown and others reading parts of it as i send them chunks of this fic and others randomly out of nowhere but NOW?? 

NOW IT’S OUT HERE FOR PUBLIC SCRUTINITY. ENJOY I GUESS?!

thank u audsen for betaing chapter 1! 

rolls away in haste

[takoyakitenchou]

genesis ch.2

By the end of the summer, they were all scattered to the winds.

Hayama had just finished his first global tour as head chef for Emirates, and now he was in New York, pursuing a business track at Columbia on full ride. Business? Econ? Something like that. Hisako had been in a rush to catch her flight to Cambridge when Erina called her, because MIT freshman orientation was a thing.

Alice and Kurokiba, the new chief officers of the Nakiri-Totsuki Group, were in Colorado, taking an extended vacation at a resort in Aspen, long enough that people had started to wonder if they were ever planning to come back and run the company.

It had taken four out of thirty-six prepared Google Slides to explain to Totsuki’s board and her grandfather that Nakiri Erina, with all due respect, did not give half a shit about being the new head of the Nakiris, and even less about becoming CEO of the Totsuki Network. Especially not at eighteen years of age. After she became the queen of the culinary realm, she’d have all the time in the world to get into that diplomacy bull.

Until a few days before the shitshow in the boardroom, Erina had been more than prepared to shoulder whatever burdens a veritable empire would force her to bear, but it only took a doubtful eyebrow raise from Hisako and a “you sure about this, Erina?” from Alice for Erina’s resolve to go into shambles.

Considering the paths her fellow graduates had chosen, there was absolutely no need for her to be sitting in an office at all hours, and what’s more, she was one of the most highly sought-out Totsuki alumni on record. The list of scouting gala recruitment offers for all the 92’ers in the graduation report she and Yukihira had written (read as dropped on Hayama’s desk and then fled to Paris for a romantic getaway) had been over a hundred pages, and thirty of them were for the first and second seats alone.

As such, after nigh on two decades of relentlessly preparing herself to become the magnum opus and crown jewel of Totsuki, she had thrown it away and started new — and nothing excited her more.

During the meeting, once it became all too clear that Erina had no intentions of reversing her decision, the subject of the discussion became just who exactly was going to take over, because Nakiri Senzaemon adamantly refused to have his retirement stolen from him a second time.

All eyes went to Alice, but she refused with a simple statement — “I’m not going to be a second choice.”

She and Erina exchanged a glance.

Sorry.

It’s not your fault. But I’ll still blame you anyways.

Dammit, you’re making me feel horrible.

You know you love me.

In your dreams.

I’m living my dream, Erina.

Then Kurokiba Ryo put on his bandana and taken charge of the proceedings, and nobody had the courage to oppose him.

By the end of the hour, he and Alice had become CEO and COO of the consolidated Nakiri-Totsuki Group with joint headquarters in Tokyo and Copenhagen, Doujima Gin had taken over as dean of the academy, Saiba Asahi had been named the new head of the tourism department to maximize Totsuki’s outreach via his Noir connections, and Eizan Etsuya, present CEO of Eizan Capital LLC, involuntarily had become chief financial manager for the entire network. Ten minutes after Ryo called to inform him of this development, Eizan eliminated all of Totsuki’s hedge funds, arguing that Nakiri-Totsuki could expand its own capital with aggressive short term trade and some other jargon nobody really understood but pretended to.

Nakiri Erina had just inadvertently caused a goddamn revolution.