HELLOOOO FANFICTION PEEPS! Hahaha, it's been so damn long, that for sure! I've finally returned with a new story! My country blocked fanfiction and I've been struggling to access it for a couple of years now but after I got hooked on fanfiction again, I decided to write another story because I've been reading such an inspiring one from all of you guys who participated in this website. I wonder why it took my this long to write about Shokugeki No Soma fanfiction remembering that i've been reading it since it came out. Anywaaay, I hope to those everyone who read it, you'll like it or at least will make your day a little better and for those, who favorites, follows or leave a lovely review, god bless your heart!

This is a story about Soma and Erina after the Tootsuki life with other multiple pairings. This is my interpretation regarding their relationship but Shokugeki no Soma is not owned by me, credits go to the author for creating these mesmerizing character, anyway enjoy!

RATED M, just because tehee. Sorry if there's a grammar error, i'm not perfect xxx

Chapter 1: What's so good about Paris?

Yukihira Soma was a man of many. He's obnoxious, loud, carefree and all around overly confident guy. But, most importantly, he's pretty much shit at getting around. Although work takes him everywhere, be it Mumbai, Venice, Miami, you name it, he's probably forgotten how to get around.

Here he is, laying around at Champs-Elysées garden because he simply hadn't had the slightest idea of where to go in Paris.

This is almost his 10th time in Paris.

Finishing his work earlier than he anticipated, he had all the free time of the day to himself. Paris is always a busy city and that's part of its charm but Soma always knows that parks in Paris is something else. There's just something therapeutic about lying down in parks, it's like his habit on sharpening his knives when he's deep in thought. Being in a park wasn't the brightest idea remembering it's January and the cold air is excruciating but Soma was all but relax staring at the cloudy sky. There are saying that to understand Paris, you can't describe it, you have to felt it. And yet, every single visit Soma had to Paris was all nothing but for work. The life of Tootsuki 92nd generation seems like a longtime ago. One day he's barely fifteen trying to survive in the culinary school and now he's 25 with three restaurants under his belt and skill that was acknowledged by many.

Soma eyebrow draws to the middle, deep in thought, which people think it's not something he's capable of doing.

Why do people romanticize so much about Paris? Why are people so enamored with Paris?

His trance of thoughts was interrupted by the vibrate of his phone. He fished his phone out to see a text from his longtime friend and one of his mentor, Shinomiya-senpai; Had to cancel for tonight. Tomorrow?

Soma feels troubled. He did want to meet with Shino-senpai so bad, to think that maybe he'll get the chance to be his sous chef once again but alas everyone who graduated from Tootsuki are basically too busy for a time off. His dad, the notable genius himself is busy. Can you imagine? His dad whose lifestyle basically screams 'I'll get by' can actually get busy cooking and doing god knows what.

But, it is no time to be dwelling on this, Soma himself knew best of the situation. He himself had canceled hundreds of appointment with friends from Tootsuki because of work. A thing he's guilty of. It's aight. Any idea where I should go? Pretty bored.

Nakiri might be available.

At that, Soma was grinning to himself like a lunatic.

Nakiri Erina.

How could he forget? She basically lives here. Come to think of it, when was the last time they met? Two years ago? Or was it at Ryo and Alice's wedding? He seems don't care because in seconds his thumb is typing a message inhumanly fast.

Yo, Nakiri. You free? I'm in town.

Soma sits up straight in anticipation because three dots appeared.

Nakiri had suggested to meet at Jardin des Tuileries and at Tuileries Soma stood, watching and waiting. With all the travel, the changing of the season, the jet lag, Soma didn't really think much about winter in Paris nor does he think that it would be this cold. He's basically freaking freezing, desperately trying to warm his hand by pushing it into the pocket of his coat. Maybe he's just downright stupid or forgetful of things, but it seems he can't comprehend how dare he packed a single black coat to Paris in January? To distract him, his eyes set on two little kids running, chasing each other on who's going to get to the carousel first. He stares at the carousel for a minute. The lights from the carousel give a yellow glow, basking in contrast to the early evening sky with warmth, and it had made his heart swell a little. Maybe this is what they said about Paris's lights. There's just something comforting about it now that he felt it.

Shifting his weight and trying his best at warming himself up, Nakiri popped up next to him.

"Black coffee, no sugar." She pushed a paper cup with hot coffee in front of his face.

Soma accepted it and quickly rub his hand over the paper cup. "You remember," he noted, smiling because Erina happened to remember how he takes his coffee.

Nakiri Erina takes a sip of her own. "When did you get here?" She asked. Soma on the other hand can't stop staring at her pink lips. How can she get it so enticing despite the dry weather, he wondered.

Erina prompted him and Soma quickly snapped back to reality. He scratches the side of his head and tilts his head sideways, "This morning."

Erina nodded, mouth still inches above the rim cup of her coffee. She blew on her coffee once and Soma can't help but smile at her, without Erina noticing this time. "You're tired? Feeling the jet lag?" She took another sip of her coffee, with a little sugar in it since her mood had been too bitter lately, she still can't figure out why.

Soma shook his head. "Not really."

"Want to get something to eat?"

Soma looks around, rather enjoying talking to her at this winter fair but he supposed that he could get something to eat since he hasn't put anything in his stomach other than a shitty croissant at the airport.

"I know some good cassoulet. Come on, I'll treat you to some of the best Paris winter comfort food."

"Good?" Soma taunted.

Erina groaned. "Great, decent, whatever. I obviously can make it ten times better but it's okay for a normal tongue like yours."

"I expect this cassoulet you're talking about will meet the standard of a normal tongue like mine," Soma leans forward, closing the gaps between them.

Startled, Erina back off a little. Her heart pounding irrationally. She still can't believe that although they don't meet that often due to their hectic schedule, Soma still have this effect on her and mostly she can't freaking believe it that no matter how many times they spend the night together, kissing, bantering, she still feels like a teenage high school girl who hasn't been kissed. She gulped the rest of her coffee with Soma still looming over her. God, when does he become so tall? "If you don't want to come then it's okay." She throws her cup to a nearby trashcan and walks past Soma, deliberately looking over her shoulders.

"Your status of God Tongue is on the line, ya hear?" Soma cackles before following a fuming Erina.

Yukihira Soma had nothing but praises for the thick stew with duck confit that Erina had recommended, after all she knows what's good and not, the best. Still, traditional homemade food that is made with thoughts and love will win him over anytime. Everybody knew that. It's actually one of Soma's weakness, how he will succumb to a well-thought dishes that displayed love, thoughts, and determination for people to enjoy. It's actually one of the best dishes he had in Paris after Shino-senpai restaurant and of course Nakiri's and wondered why he's only eating it now.

Because of all the time here, he hasn't had this much time to spare for exploring.

"So, how's the life of the great Nakiri Erina?" Soma started.

The girl with the beautiful intense violet eyes shrugged. Soma found it refreshing to see Nakiri look relax once in a while. "Same old. Restaurant, tasting, paperwork, interviews," she counts off her fingers one by one. "Oh, and I'm currently starting another foundation project to encourage young chefs to open their own restaurant."

Soma knew very well about the foundation she's talking about. They may not see each other enough or talk very often but everywhere Soma goes, Erina's there. Heck, he can't walk around Times Square without Erina's new interview segment smiling back at him. He didn't mind, obviously, actually, he's so damn proud of her, conquering the world through her cooking and all. She's basically the 'it' girl of gourmet world, Soma on the other hand? Feeling content with the way he lived, underground and doing whatever he wants to polish his skill and create innovations that could someday satisfied the said God Tongue.

"Why are you smiling?" Erina said, clipped. "Do I have something on my face?" she quickly pulls out her phone and take a look at her front camera. She can't have the risk of having a piece of duck on her face, worst, her teeth, while talking to Soma. She's dead.

Soma laughs wholeheartedly while putting down Erina's phone, away from blocking his view of the beautiful face. "You look fine, Nakiri. Don't sweat it, and I certainly not smiling because there's a piece of duck meat between your teeth,"

"I knew it!" Erina quickly pulls out her phone away from Soma's hand.

"Kidding," he cackles. "Can't believe you're so hung up about the way you look."

Erina's face was flaming red at this point. Because of anger? Irritation? Embarrassment? She didn't know. Probably all the above mixed.

"I'm just thinking how amazing you are with what you're doing, with the foundation and all," Soma actually, genuinely complimented her this time, no teasing laced in his words at all. Erina always wondered how the hell Yukihira Soma, the undisputed champion on saying things at the wrong time can come out with a compliment from that mouth? Having no clue about Erina's blush and thoughts, Soma pondered on, "I just admired you."

Yes, this is one of the things Soma gladly discovered about Nakiri Erina. You see, Nakiri Erina is a complex multilayered girl, the kind of people can't understand from the get-go. Just when you think that Nakiri Erina gives a little about herself, opening up, you'll find another secret layer behind it, some questions about it, you just can't fully comprehend her and Soma finds it fascinating.

While it took a certain event for Erina to warm up to Soma, after ten years he still pretty much clueless about her, but if there's one thing he knows is that while Nakiri Erina's life comes in a silver platter, she never actually used any of it to define her. She's proven to be uptight with work, yes, but only because she's serious about it but at times, at a rare inopportune moment, if you're lucky, you can catch her cracking jokes with her friends, something Soma is very glad to witness. She's a girl with privilege, everyone knows that, but she gave the people as much as she changes clothes. She's given so many help and aid for people to achieve their dreams, be it scholarship program, research and development, and charity work.

But, what Soma admired the most from her is that ever since the defeat of Central and the fall of Nakiri Azami, Erina is trying to fix the relationship with her father realizing, that no matter what, they are family and she never did ask for permission or approval to use her fortune to help others. Soma had once asked if her grandpa approved of the budget and she calmly replied that she did not need anyone's approval because the fortune Nakiri family have is not up to their entitlement. Ever since then, Soma knows that she was more than just a first-year ice queen who said his egg dish is disgusting.

"There you go again, smiling to yourself. When did you become such a creep, Yukihira?" Despite all the venom Erina try to put into her words, she's still unconsciously smiling.

"Can't believe that I actually miss that mean mouth of yours,"

Erina blew out a huff. "How about you then?" she quipped.

"Me?" He let out his boyish grin that obviously made Erina's heart skipped a beat. She hates how Soma always has the upper hand in terms of effect. "Y'know, cooking and stuff."

Erina lips pressed into a thin line. "So, you're saying nothing's changed?"

"Somewhat,"

Erina is far smarter than to believe this little redhead prick. She can't believe that she actually willing to waste her time for this carefree idiot who thinks that a two-year gap between them can be summed up with 'cooking'. "You get the news about Hisako, right?"

"Hisoko?"

Erina successfully dismissed the way Soma said Hisako name by mistake because after a couple of years, she grew tired fixing it because Yukihira Soma knew damn well her name, and he just keeps saying Hisoko for fun. Or just to irritate Erina. "Yeah, she's engaged to Hayama? They're going to get married? Like an actual wedding where you supposed to attend."

"Oh!" Soma slapped his thighs in exclamation. "The wedding."

Erina nodded. "You're coming, I assume?" It would be way out of the line for Soma to not attend, he already missed the engagement party three months ago and its Hisako and Hayama, both of them impacted Soma's life one way or another.

"On July, right?" Soma tried, randomly choosing a month despite not knowing shit about the details of the said wedding. Believe Erina, when every time they spend the night together, it irked Erina the most knowing that Soma had thousands of unread emails, messages, and any other notifications. On his busy days, you better bet the only way to reach him was through a phone call, that is if he's in the mood to answer or you have to settle with voicemail, though Erina knows that Soma never really use or even aware the purpose of a voicemail.

"April, Yukihira." Erina pressed, warning him lightly.

Soma dismissed her. "But it's next year, right?"

Erina fumed, clearly tired of this conversation. "It's April, this year!" She slammed her palms into the table, attracting attention from nearby customers but she didn't care because Soma sure as hell deserve a little nagging about his nonchalant attitude but she found she can't keep fuming when Soma gives her another grin and give out his promise to attend.

Freeing her long blonde hair from the low ponytail she's sporting, she stood up. "Come on, let's get out of here."

Just when they get out of the restaurant had Erina realized that Soma is not wearing a glove. Now, while Soma's is not as bad with the cold as much as Kuga-senpai or Rindou-senpai doesn't mean he can survive a January winter in Paris with no gloves on. Erina can't believe how stupid he is sometimes and she didn't even have the energy to ask why he didn't bring any gloves because knowing him, the answer must be frivolous.

Despite her tsundere streaks, Erina takes Soma's hand and put her gloves on him. "I can't believe we're 25 and I'm still putting gloves for you."

Soma laughs sheepishly. "Ah, guess I forgot."

Figured.

When Erina finishes putting the gloves on him, he mumbled a short thank you. "What about you then? Aren't you cold?"

Erina looks up at him, "I'm used to it."

Out of the blue, Soma, with his hand now covered in gloves grab Erina by the face and kiss her. It wasn't a passionate kiss that's filled with lust, Soma figures he can do it later, now a simple grateful kiss trying to convey the message 'thank you for your warmth' was enough.

Erina kiss him back almost immediately, not giving a care in this world, be it that they in public (both of them actually hates to show affection in public) or that she can't accept how dare Yukihira Soma kiss her out of nowhere, or that her response could be a dead giveaway that she's been waiting for the kiss ever since she knows Soma in town. That she had missed him, so bad. His cold hand, seeping through the gloves prickle her cheek, but she sure appreciated how warm his lips were when it touched hers. Erina can feel the burning sensation and tingles that she long for at the back of her spine. But, much to her enjoyment, Soma pulls away, grinned and mussed Erina's head.

She can't believe she's getting hot just by a simple kiss.

They both decided to get back to Soma's hotel before the cold nights of Paris eats them alive. Erina is currently sitting at the left side of the bed (always her side while Soma takes the right, something they both can find a way to agree on) with her back leaning on a headboard for support. She's scrolling her phone to check if there's anything she misses for the last couple of hours but finds nothing too important remembering today is her day off and she expected people to respect her privacy on her free time, one she didn't have so often.

Erina's head swivels to the side when she hears the bathroom door clicks, revealing Soma who had just taken a shower. His red hair is darker since it's wet, dripping little bit of water from his head, towel around his neck and definitely trying to tease Erina by just wearing a basketball short. That's it. Nothing to cover the body Erina had yearned for the last couple of years. Erina greedily takes the man before him with her hungry eyes.

"What, Nakiri? I hadn't gone out of the bathroom for 10 seconds and you already checking me out?" He laughs, padding his way towards the bed to sit in front of her.

Erina leans forward, playing into his teasing. "You tell me," she smiled devilishly at Soma, batting her eyelashes.

The corner of Soma's mouth curved upward, mirroring Erina's. He casually caressed her cheek with his thumb. Soma realized that his hands are calloused but Erina didn't mind, she had made sure he knows that. Soma takes in her state, looking so vulnerable and open to him. Erina had get out of her coat, sweater and skirt in exchange for Soma's black t-shirt and boxers. He finds her very sexy in his clothes, a sight he will never get enough of.

Outside, it's mercilessly cold but it's anything but in the space between them.

Both Soma and Erina realized that tonight will be the night when they start their routine again, sleeping together. Over the years, you didn't really have to be a rocket scientist to figure out that every man basically will worship the ground Nakiri Erina walk on if it gets them her number, so she obviously didn't lack a male companion to keep her entertained when she's stressed. And Soma clearly none the better, traveling to every part of the world, meeting new people. He too didn't lack the admiration from opposite sex and Soma had his fair share when it comes to girls, but Erina and Soma never do repeat.

Unless it's them.

In the ever-changing, fast-paced of Soma's world, he's actually very scared to realize that the one person who constantly seems to be just there was none other than Erina. Maybe Soma wasn't ready or maybe there's a greater force that made him like this. Maybe.

Currently, he's battling about how he wanted this but not wanting this so badly.

A look of worried was seen in Erina's face. "What's wrong?"

Soma shook his head. "Nothing. Just thinking that I can't believe that I miss you, it's weird," it wasn't a lie but it's not exactly the reason behind his facial expression.

Jackpot. Erina heart leaped hearing the words from Soma's mouth and without any delay, Erina moves forward and kiss Soma passionately to stop her from returning the statements. Just because. With Erina, her pride is way above Soma in her priorities list.

"Impatient, aren't you?" Soma chuckles against her lips.

Screw it, Erina thought, it's not like they don't want the same thing. "You do know that I'm going to stay the night, right?" she asked between kisses.

Soma muster a simple nod. "What time do you go to work tomorrow?"

"Nine,"

"I'll wake you up."

Erina managed a light chuckle. "Ha. I would like to see that, Mr. Heavy Sleeper."

"I'll even set 10 alarms,"

Erina puts her index finger near his mouth, "Ssh, more kissing," Soma gives a slight intake of breath when Erina fingers slide through Soma's damp hair. Tugging Erina down desperately, they met and there's nothing light about the kiss.

It's pure hunger and raw desire.

Soma's tongue thrusts into Erina's mouth and she let out moans that Soma always believed can wake up even the dead.

Soon, Erina loses the t-shirt and boxers and straddling Soma.

Grinding their lower bodies together, "Funny, how we always end up in this situation," Erina murmured while kissing Soma's neck and continuing downwards. She shoves her dilemma and thoughts with excellent grade, thinking that what they have between them was easy, it was always easy and she won't let her thoughts ruined this moment after two years not tasting every inch of his body.

Soma firmly grips her waist, the waist he had missed, the waist that his fingers seem completely fit into. "Fuck, Nakiri. I forgot what that mouth of yours can do,"

Erina can't stop licking every inch of him. He tastes like clean soap and she loves it. Tracing a path along Soma's chest, Erina can hear a low impatient growl from Soma and was his growl boost Erina's ego at what she's doing?

Nah.

It's great for her ego.

Soma definitely liked the idea of Erina taking control seconds ago, but as she trails her path lower, it didn't seem like the brightest choice. Soma's throbbed in anticipation of urging Erina to go lower, faster, and once Erina's get a good grip on his shaft, teasing, Soma is practically begging, "Nakiri, goddamnit put me on your mouth," But one flick of Erina's tongue and Soma is yanking her up in seconds. "Nope. Not happening." He can't believe that with just a flick of her tongue, he's this responsive.

"Yukihira!" Erina yelp in protest.

"Trust me, I want nothing but that mouth of yours to wrap me," Soma said between kissing her, exasperated at himself because he can't decide which one he wants more. Her mouth on his dick, or his dick inside her pussy. His dick wasn't really favoring the first idea and he's fucked because it's been two years and he wants nothing but to devour her. Soma ignores the frantic request of Erina, the thing he seems to be very good at.

While Erina thinks that this frantic passionate session between them can't get any hotter, she was wrong. Soma purposely slows down just to nibble her bottom lip, then continues downwards, burying his face in the crook of Erina's neck, missing the sweet fruity scent of her. "This needs to go," Soma breathes as he slid down the bra strap from her shoulder and pleasures engulfed Erina when Soma waste no time to cup her breasts. He sweeps his thumb over her nipples playfully, "You don't know how much I've missed playing with this."

"Oh," Erina gasp when Soma flicks his tongue over her left nipple and then follow with sucking the hard nipple, drawing it into his wet, hot mouth. "Soma," Erina tried to calm her erratic breath but fail miserably.

"Mmm," Soma hummed, still damn playing with her nipples, mouth sucking, teeth grazing, teasing with his tongue. "Is this making you wet?"

Always a damn tease.

"Oh, God," Erina pants as Soma flipped Erina around.

Soma continues to keep working with his mouth until she's gasping.

"Why don't you find out how wet I am,"

Holding Erina around the waist, Soma kneels and frantically yanked her underwear down.

And...

It's a fucking big mistake.

Erina is still lying, her legs spread open and Soma are struggling for control. "Nakiri, you are fucking beautiful." Soma can't take his eyes off of Erina's sweet glistening pussy.

Grazing his fingers between her opening, Erina succumbs to the touch by bucking her hips and whimpering. "More,"

"You like that?" Soma was merciless with Erina.

"Oh my God," Erina moans because she didn't expect it when he slides two fingers right off the bat inside her. The wave of pleasure almost makes her come right there.

Nakiri is dripping wet for him and Soma can't believe that two years of not seeing can do this to her and also him. Soma's dicks were strained, red and begging to be inside Erina within seconds.

Fuck it, I have to have another time to lick her pussy and have her mouth on me.

Soma quickly disposes of his short and then he was naked.

"You didn't wear anything underneath," Erina said breathlessly.

"It's redundant," he grinned.

Drawing a breath, Soma eases forward, positioning himself. But, Erina caught him off guard by gripping his shaft into her opening and Soma can't believe that he's acting like a teenager, nearly shoots off before even entering.

Pushing the head towards her, Erina quipped, "Condom,"

Soma cursed because it was unlike him to forgot wearing protection. Usually, it's second nature to Soma like putting on his white headband before cooking. Shit, he must be the one who's impatient now.

"Soma," Erina said, warily. Why? Probably because the conflicted look on Soma's face. He had been stupid enough to left his wallet on his trouser, which is now left stranded in the bathroom and he's deciding whether to check the bedside table for some condom, because it is a hotel or he risks leaving the bed and go straight for the condom on his wallet. But he hates the thought of leaving the bed, leaving Erina cold and waiting. The soft warm touch from Erina checked Soma back to reality, "I have some implant on me, and I'm religious about my doctor appointment…" Erina swallows, hard and she didn't realize that she's been squeezing Soma's arm.

Soma pauses, like really look at her violet eyes, looking for something, anything like a sign that this is real.

"It's okay. I want you to come inside me." Erina's cheeks flush red as she admits it and praying that Soma would break the silence. Just please say fucking anything!

"Don't tempt me, Nakiri. You have no idea how much I want to do that," Soma finally answered. His voice is hard, strained and clipped like he's trying to take control of his own body and mind.

Erina steeled her gaze at Soma and at that Soma knew that she had meant it.

Fuck.

Soma quickly grabs her head and fuse their mouth together, wildly.

Erina opens her leg wide for him, wrapping around Soma's hips for support.

He keeps kissing her as he nudged her opening, capturing her moan with his mouth as she stretched for him. "Ah, it felt…God, it felt so good," Erina groaned. Soma never felt this good either. He feels like sweat is freezing on his skin because he's concentrating so damn much. When he was fully inside her, he clenched his jaw, straining against the raw sensation. She felt so warm, so wet and so fucking good. "Nakiri," he tries to even out his breath. "Fuck, I forgot that you have the tightest pussy in the world," he said, just above a whisper as his mouth moves down to her jaw.

Erina lightly raises her eyebrow, needing an interlude to get her used to him being fully inside her. To adjust. "Oh, are you comparing me?" She said, challenging him but her expression is amused.

Soma looks into her eyes. "Nah, I prefer bossy blonde over anyone," he continued to nuzzle back into her neck. "One in particular who has a pair of amazing tits," he continued down taking her hardened nipple into his mouth, "Curves in all the right places," his hand starts to slid down to tease her clit, "And particularly this pussy who's always so damn ready and eager for me."

She chuckles. "You have the dirtiest mouth."

As they both adjusted to each other, Soma starts to move, dying to go slow and make it last but painfully aware, considering the situation, that he won't last that long. Erina's shaky breath and whimpers make Soma sink even farther and when he hits a certain spot, Erina moans so loudly that the deaf could hear.

Soma reaches between them again and presses a finger to her clit, rubbing it. "Come for me, Nakiri," he rasps in her ear.

Erina squeezes her eyes shut, hips rising to meet his hurriedly thrust and keep saying his name, urgently.

Soma knew she was at the edge so he took charge of their rhythm, thrusting up into her with smooth, deep strokes.

She whimpered, closed her eyes and, "Soma…Ah…I'm close…"

Her exquisite expression drove Soma crazy. "Let me feel it," and after two thrust, Erina cried out, tightening around him, pulling him deeper inside. Not long after, Soma groaned, coming so hard his vision wavers. They moved together, gasping and riding through the aftershock.

After they both recovered, Erina can't help but wonder how funny the world plays at her, one day she was telling him that his dish is disgusting and finding everything about him irritating and now she's currently being spooned by the said guy and she didn't mind. At all. Life is so freaking weird sometimes.

Eventually, she murmurs. "How long are you staying here?"

"Just until tomorrow,"

Erina nodded in understanding. "Where to?" she rolled towards him, curling for warmth.

"Nepal." He grinned, eyes twinkling with delight. "I'm coming along with Tsukasa and Rindou senpai. They ask me to be a guest on their show, and I always wanted to go to Nepal, I mean, what the hell do people eat there?"

Erina pushes Soma's bangs back, caressing it. "For how long?"

Soma thought this over. If he's not mistaken, Rindou-senpai said that it could be a month. They really are planning to learn the culture, food and also the people there. Soma can hardly contain his excitement but there's something odd about what Erina asked. He wasn't sure. Maybe there's something different in her tone? Because it sure as hell sounds like someone who worries. "Around three weeks," he answered nevertheless.

Erina not sure about her feelings, but, she was so caught up in the moment, staring at Soma's golden eyes while running her fingers through his hair, she feels content and starts speaking before she can even stop herself, "Be safe, okay? I hear winter in Nepal is ruthless," she paused, caught off guard by her own words. She quickly takes Soma's arm and shakes it in emphasis, "AND DON'T FORGET TO WEAR GLOVES!"

Despite her yelling, Soma understood the message. Loud and clear.

Without delaying, Soma gives Erina soft, tender kiss, the one that takes both of them by surprise by how much feelings in there.

"I…" Man, he sucks at this.

He wanted to say thank you. For today, for giving him warmth, and yet he puts his lips in a thin line. There is so much to say and nothing at the same time.

"It's okay, I know." Erina assured.

Soma concluded that the best thing about Paris was definitely her.