"W-What the-?" When Nakiri Erina woke up, groggy and sore all over, she expected to reach over to her nightstand and grab her alarm clock for the time. Instead, her hand smacked onto something soft..., wait, squishy?

Her eyelids flipped open, and the next thing she knew, she let out the most undignified shriek. She could care less about disrupting her intruder's sleep. Erina looked on with horror as a sickeningly-familiar shock of red hair catapulted off the pillows.

"What's going on?! Is the kitchen on fire?!"

"Yukihira?!" she sputtered. Souma blinked sleepily and turned to her.

"Souma to you," He yawned, "Or it should be, anyways, considering the fact that you're a Yukihira too." The realization still hit as hard as the first time around. And that wasn't even the worst part, because as soon as he got out of bed, the sheets slipped off of his body and left absolutely nothing to the imagination. She wanted to look away so badly, but the shock left her following his path into the bathroom. When the door shut, she snapped out of her trance and warily took a peek under her side of the covers.

She held back the horrified shriek, and continued to do so until Souma re-entered the bedroom. Now covered in a bathrobe, he made his way back to the bed. He paused before sitting down, noticing how off-edge she looked.

"You look like you're about to have a seizure. Are you sure you're okay, Erina?" he asked. This only worked to unsettle her even more, especially with the way he tilted his head like some sort of alleyway cat.

Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and shook her head. "I'll be fine. What time is it?"

"Almost noon. I'll go cook us up some brunch. Any requests?"

"Surprise me." she grumbled. He smirked and sauntered out the room without a word. Knowing her, it would take a while for her to adjust to their new living arrangements as husband and wife. He didn't blame her though. After all, it was no less surprising for him once fate had begun churning its gears. The day he realized he felt something other than deep rivalry for Nakiri Erina marked the start for a whirlwind of events that eventually landed them here.

Needless to say, Erina resisted with all her might, but just like with any other challenge Souma did not give up. He taught her that his determination that shone through while cooking matched his stubbornness and persistence. Such a ruthless combination was enough to finally crack through the God Tongue's own barriers.

Of course, they never would have come to be if she was against it. To those who knew her during their Totsuki years, she was as fierce as they came; always stern and iron-fisted when it came to dealing with food and people. However, Souma was a prime example of how much people could be changed. No one really expected him of all people to get so close to her, but he was already unpredictable to begin with. When news broke out that they were together during their third year at Totsuki, nearly everyone went ballistic.

She giggled at the memory, still having a clear picture in mind of the looks on everybody's faces. If not for the prestigious and gracious demeanor she carried herself with during those days, she surely would have burst out laughing in front of everyone. Luckily for her, Souma was able to laugh for the both of them that day.

Erina was still boggled about this new development. The phrase 'Will you take Souma as your husband?' still echoed clearly in her mind.

Erina's husband. And she was Souma's wife. It all felt so surreal, but deep down inside, she would gladly admit to the fact. Any prodding from Souma to say it out loud was practically useless anyways. The shiny band on her finger was proof enough of their commitment, and would be enough to tell of her romantic admission.

Finally deciding it was time to stop dwelling in the past, she stretched and made her way to the bathroom for a refreshing shower. It wouldn't do to start the day feeling gritty and unkempt.

As soon as Erina dried her hair and changed into something comfortable, a familiar and nostalgic scent wafted into her nose. The smell made her mouth water and her mind travel to a heavenly food-induced paradise. 'I expected nothing less from Souma. Time to see what he made this time.'

The scent became stronger and even more appetizing as she could finally pick out the smell of freshly cooked eggs and rice. Her stomach grumbled loud enough to alert Souma of her presence in the kitchen.

His eyes didn't leave the stove as he waited for their meal to finish. "I was wondering when you would finally get up. I'm almost done here!"

Erina grabbed a seat nearby while she waited. "It smells delicious. What is it?"

"Oh, trust me; you're gonna love this!" She heard him fiddle around in the kitchen some more before seeing him appear right in front of her with a tray. The grin she became all too familiar with widened in anticipation as he set their portions down on the tabletop.

She gasped as her eyes recognized the contents in the bowl. A soft smile made its way on her face, "You want to know something, Souma? I can't believe you sometimes." In front of her was the very same Transforming Furikake Gohan that he had made for her the first time they met.

"It sure brings back memories." Souma said, taking a seat. "And in the end, it was worth it. I was able to fulfill my promise to you and got out of Totsuki unscathed."

"Don't let your ego get to your head. I don't think 'unscathed' is the right word," She let him see the smug smirk on her face. "In fact, I seem to remember all those close calls you made during our first year. Shall I talk about your shokugeki against Koujiro-senpai during the training camp?"

"Hmph. Bring up whatever you want- at least I managed to make you admit that my food is delicious." He grabbed his chopsticks in one hand and the bowl in the other. "Now then, happy to serve! Let's eat!"

She dug in with a hidden enthusiasm, shaking her head at him. "And even after all these years, you're still the same old Souma."

"And you're still the same Erina from back then." he retorted. "But I'm sure I can deal with you for another while longer." The boyish grin and eager glint in his eyes made her blush, though she hid it behind the Gohan.

"I'll find a way to tolerate you for some more years. Just don't let your skills in the kitchen falter while you're at it." she shot back.

Souma couldn't help but chuckle. "See? You do like my food!"

"Keep it up, Souma. I'll just have to make you prove yourself to me all over again."

END

A/N: That's a wrap for this oneshot! I hope you enjoyed the first of(hopefully) many more snippets to come. In case you didn't get the scenario for this story, it was something along the lines of "Newlyweds enjoying their new found morning routine." Sort of.

Reviews and suggestions to make this better are always welcome. I already have the next oneshot planned out, but I suppose I can start taking in requests/ideas for future stories. For the most part, they'll stay at about 1k words, but that isn't to say that all of them will be like that. Anyways, hope you review, and see you on the next one!