This is my first fan fiction ever. English is not my first language, so please be gentle. ;)
MeguxSoma – my favorite ship. Probably OOC, therefore it contains some fluff. The idea stroke me this morning and I had to write it down.

T for safety.

MY FAVORITE FLAVOR

The first sunrays peeked through the blinds of Megumi's room but she didn't want to get up yet. She wasn't an early riser like some other students of Totsuki, who stood up in the middle of the night preparing new recipes, gardening behind the Polar Star Dorm or feeding the animals.
Someone knocked at her door. Before she could answer her friend Yuki opened a small gap. Bright light cut into the darkness of her very untidy room. Within seconds her bed was illuminated. There was no chance that Yuki didn't see anything. Shoot. Was her secret out of the bag?
"Good morning, Megumi-chan", she called as cheerful as ever. "You've almost overslept. Hurry or else you'll miss breakfast."
Yuki asked no questions. She didn't laugh or seemed to be surprised. In her sleepy mind Megumi couldn't care less. She just wanted to enjoy this comfortable warmth a bit longer.
"Stayed up too long." Megumi snuggled deeper under her blanket.
"Yes, the guys partied hard, didn't they?" Yuki chuckled and closed the door behind her. "See you in the kitchen."
Once more darkness disguised the tight embrace which she found herself in.

Minutes passed while Megumi listened to Yuki's footsteps. They grew softer as she descended the stairs, leaving a pleasant quiet in this floor of the Polar Star dorm. Last night every resident celebrated Soma's victory. Fighting a Shokugeki against Kuba-san has been a great show as well for the on-lookers as for the other cooking students. Megumi was still impressed how Soma came up with his dish. She helped him tasting and improving the flavors, pleased that he always asked her to volunteer. Still, she wouldn't be able to create such a successful recipe.
"Good morning, beautiful." His deep voice vibrated through her body.
She wasn't as beautiful as Kobayashi-sempai or Nakiri-sempai though Soma always greeted her that way when they were in private. He never said that he reciprocated her feelings, yet he would always snug into her room late at night or steel a secret kiss when they worked in a training kitchen.
Soma's breathing tingled at her neck. Often she wondered why their bodies fit so well together, but not now. She needed those sweet little moments. Cuddling with the boy she loved, waking up with their legs intertwined and Soma's big hand resting on her stomach.
"We're going to be late." Megumi tried to get up but Soma put an arm around her waist, drawing her in.
"Don't wanna." Sometimes he behaved like a spoiled kid. Megumi could only smile at his actions.
Two months ago, when she woke up completely naked in Soma's embrace for the first time, she had an awful panic attack. She apologized endlessly until he calmed her down. Last night she couldn't rip off their clothes as fast as she wanted to. She wasn't contemplating over her shameful actions anymore, she had become greedy. For now she was the only girl who got under Soma's skin, yet she wanted to be the closest to him. Emotionally and physically. Someday Soma would realize that Nakiri-sempai was the better choice. Their combined cooking skills would create a new world of culinary arts. Nakiri was more cunning, more beautiful and more successful. Megumi's nagging jealousy was only tamed when she could feel Soma's racing heartbeat under her fingertips.
"Don't worry", he whispered.
"I don't." His cooking style appealed to so many girls, Megumi's biggest fear was to be exchanged.
"Yes, you do. I can feel it, you're all tensed up."
In one swift motion Soma lie on top of her and planted a gentle kiss on her lips. She could see his mischievous smile gracing his features. He was up to something.
"You're thinking about Nakiri, aren't you?" He sighed. The sound stung in Megumi's heart. "Yes, I admit that she fuels my fighting spirit. One day she will say that my cooking is delicious."
Megumi tried to struggle but rubbing skin on skin had a very different effect on her. Soma's words were serious though.
"But you emit a special kind of heat ", he whispered. "You captured my heart with your gentleness, Megumi. You wrap me up in a steady warmth that I don't want to miss anymore. If you were a dish I would describe you as a stew. Most people would say it isn't a high class dish. Though it looks simple, it has a natural beauty, every part matches perfectly with the others. Plus, it must be cooked with love and patience. Then, one spoon of it can warm you up und fill you with happiness after a cold and stressful day."
She gaped at his confession but Soma took advantage of this and kissed her lovingly, his fingers caressing her bare skin.
"Well, maybe it's not the best comparison", he chuckled and shifted his position, so he wouldn't be too heavy for her. "I'm addicted to the scent of your hair, your soft and smooth skin. I want to protect your blissful smile and love the sound of your honest laughter. So, please, don't worry anymore."
Tears of joy were rising in her eyes. Megumi enlaced her arms around Soma and pulled him close so that his head rested right above her pumping heart. Immediately she began to stroke his red hair.
She could feel his pleased smile against her skin. "Even though we come across more spices at Totsuki than we can probably imagine, Megumi, I promise you wholeheartedly: you are my favorite flavor."

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