Hello there! Welcome to this... anthology of sorts. I'm not used to writing one-shots, and I'm not used to writing romance. Therefore, why not write a collection of one-shots focusing on romance? If you ever have a pairing you want me to write, no matter how canon or crack it is (though I might draw the line at a few LOL), I'll take it under serious consideration :) All of the prompts will be from the fanficy-prompts tumblr or from other tumblr things I've found over the years, and the users that submitted them/gave the idea will be credited. So, here's the first:

"Pick an OTP. Imagine them meeting like this:

my favorite college experience is when i had a 7am class and the kid next to me literally poured a monster energy drink into his coffee said "i'm going to die" and drank the whole thing" (korrakun and m-azing on tumblr)"

PAIRING: SOMA x ERINA

A Nakiri never failed. That's what she had been told her entire life: to fail her family was to fail her honor, to fail everything that she and her father and her grandfather before them both ever lived for. Filial loyalty was almost as important; the family was everything. Therefore, if her father and grandfather managed to actually agree on something she had to do, she had to do it, and be the best in that field.

That didn't mean that Erina was enjoying herself in business school.

She grumbled to herself as she tapped her pencil impatiently on the desk, waiting for her morning seminar to start and resisting the urge to wipe the sleep from her eyes with the back of her hand. It was her second year at college and she found herself counting down the remaining days until her graduation and she could finally open the little café she always imagined herself having. It had already been a huge blow to her father when Erina told him that she didn't want to take over the expansive Nakiri Corporations from him. If it weren't for her cousin Alice wanting nothing more than control over the family company, Erina would still be stuck at home, polished and carved under her father's watching eye and careful hands, molded into the perfect heir the way she had been her entire life.

It wasn't that Erina hated the company. Rather, she enjoyed walking through the halls and talking to all of the workers. She was fine with all of the people she had to interact with in the corporation, even Alice's somewhat bipolar secretary, Kurokiba Ryo. She was especially close to her own secretary, a young woman around her age names Arato Hisako. It had been Hisako who had given Erina the gentle nudge to go ahead and tell her father that she wanted to pursue her own dream in her own field.

A café. A small place that she could call her own, one where she could explore her heart's desire in pastries and coffee blends. Erina couldn't explain why, but the idea of such a place pleased her, and the idea of owning one? It had been her lifelong dream, ever since she had gone to one such café in Paris when she was six, owned by a man with ruddy brown hair, dancing dark gold eyes, and a wide, warm smile that she had never seen before. Her father had known the owner. Apparently, they were old college roommates, and Erina's father disapproved of how his old friend "wasted" his economics degree in a little shop. The man had laughed, shaken his head with a sigh that sounded like "Azami-san...", and offered Erina a little fruit tart. She had taken it after her uncertain glance at her father was answered with a little nod, and she had nibbled at the edge of it politely, not expecting much.

The flavor had exploded in her mouth in a burst of what she could only describe as color. She couldn't explain how, but the reds of the strawberries, the orange-yellows of the peaches, and the greens of the kiwi that covered the tart slipped into her senses and overwhelmed her in a vision of knights in golden armor riding steeds of crimson over glaringly verdant hills. She had snapped back to her senses when she heard her father's sharp "Erina!" in her ear. She then realized that she had eaten the rest of the tart in her ecstasy.

Her father had shaken his head. "I swear, Saiba-senpai, you always have these kinds of effects on people. Next thing you'll know, my Erina will want to bake and cook as well as you can."

Erina had scoffed at the light-hearted tease at the time and pouted at the other man's boisterous laughter.

How she scoffed at her younger self now.

Erina dreamed of going back to that little patisserie and trying other treats, but when she was last in Paris at the age of fifteen, she learned that it had closed two years prior and that the owner and his son had both decided to leave and travel the world, learning more techniques.

Oh, did Erina envy them. She had dreamt of doing the very same thing since that first fruit tart.

Erina squeaked slightly when she felt something warm land next to her hand. Looking over, she saw a rather large cup of coffee a couple of centimeters away from her fingers. Belatedly, she realized that it was the cup radiating heat that she had felt. She looked up to glare at the owner of the cup.

Spiky red hair, bright gold eyes with uncharacteristic bags framing them. Erina had seen this boy around before, usually with a girl that had honey-colored eyes filled with uncertainty and blue braids. He didn't impress Erina, honestly. He had apparently been seen as one of the weakest students in the economics lecture class they had taken together the year before, the person that everyone joked made the class easier for everyone else by lowering the curve. Erina didn't know how this utter child had gotten into as prestigious a university as her.

"Yo," he greeted after seeing her glare. "What's up?"

Erina sneered silently and turned away, pointedly moving her hand away from the coffee cup.

"Oh, thanks for reminding me." Erina heard a sharp CLICK! from his direction and whipped back around with an incredulous look. The boy was now holding a large black can, an energy drink covered in English that Erina had never seen before. He opened up the coffee cup, revealing that it was only filled to about two-thirds of the way, and poured the entire energy drink in, filling the cup to the brim. As Erina watched with wide eyes, the boy put the cover back on the coffee cup and began to drink the concoction he made. It took him all of thirty seconds to finish the entire thing and slam an empty cup back on the table, blinking as he winced at the flavor.

"I'm gonna die," he muttered to himself, getting up as he rubbed his eyes.

"Saiba Sōma! We're about to start!" the teacher's assistant leading the four-person seminar said as the boy passed her. If possible, Erina's eyes grew even wider.

"Gomen, gomen," the boy, Sōma, muttered. "But my family name's Yukihira now. Dad changed it two months ago."

"Yukihira Sōma, then. It's time to start our discussion."

For the next hour and a half, Erina was shocked not only by Sōma's caffeine consumption, but by the sudden surge of energy he seemed to feel after putting on some kind of white headband. She watched him butt heads with the teaching assistant over how inflation affected businesses, watched him cite various personal experiences in dealing with rising food prices.

It was then that Erina thought that the next few years just might not be so bad, if such an interesting man's interesting son would be sharing classes with her.

"And also, in that one cooking anime..."

Or maybe not.

(unedited. If you want to be a beta for this, let me know!)

...I tried. Anyhow, if there are any pairings you want to see, please let me know in a review and I'll be sure to try to write a one-shot for it! If you want to see a short continuation of this one for whatever reason, let me know that too. It wasn't as shippy as I thought it would be, but eh, works for me.

-Shriayle