Requested by anonymous: is too late to ask for shinomiya/kagome fri scenario? maybe like she's yukihira's friend that comes to the diner to help out once in a while, when he tastes her cooking, its amazing the only problem with her is that she has no confidence in herself

Anime: Shokugeki no Soma x Inuyasha

Pairing: Shinomiya Kojirou x Kagome Higurashi

"Hmm, that should be everything." Taking a glance over his shoulder, he noticed the empty restaurant before it would soon fill with his regular customers. A smile formed over the young Yukihira's features as he remembered the last time he was working in the restaurant with his father before he left.

Now that summer break had arrived, he had decided to return home to check on the business and decided to give it a special opening for his customers. Would he be able to keep up with the demand seeing he had no help from his father this time? Maybe he could call some of his middle school friends to help waiter the tables?

"Eh~ why is this place empty?"

Blinking at the sound of a female voice, the young Yukihira turned his head away from the wooden counter before coming to stare at the black haired female standing in front of the entrance. He blinked again before noticing she had bent down the metal garage door to get in, "Kagome? What are you doing here?"

"Well," the miko chuckled, setting down her small bag on the counter in front of him, "I was around the neighborhood to pick up medicine for my grandfather and decided to say hello. It has been awhile since I have come here, you know?"

"You didn't come to work?" Soma chuckled as he crossed his arms.

"Hey, you can't expect me to come every time to help when I have my own life to live." Kagome snickered back before realizing the red head was standing on the other side of the counter by himself. "Huh? Where is Yukihira-san?"

"The old man?" The red head rolled his eyes before placing his hands over his hips, "he decided to go and travel the world."

"Travel?"

"Unfortunately," Some replied, "so I left for a culinary school, but came back for my summer break to see how the restaurant was holding and give it some fresh air."

"I see…" Kagome whispered, surprised Soma had even agreed to go to a culinary school. She remembered her own summers being spent in the restaurant helping the Yukihiras as she waited on the tables. She did some cooking from time to time, but she could never par with the two men. "Are you opening tonight?"

"Just for today," he smiled, seeing his ingredients ready for the night, "decided to let my customers know they aren't forgotten."

"Need some help?"

Hearing the offering help, Soma could not help but grin. "For free?" He leaned in as the girl leaned further away.

"At least feed me as payment." She blinked at him with dead-fish eyes.

"Hai, hai," he chuckled as he turned around before walking towards the door leading to the back, "let me find an apron then, okay? Your help will definitely be needed."

Sighing under her breath, the miko closed her eyes as she heard Soma's footsteps drift in sound the further he walked away. She had decided to visit, but she was not expecting for the place to be completely empty nor hearing about Soma's father leaving. Walking around the counter and entering the kitchen area, Kagome began to tie her into a ponytail as she looked around, 'nothing has changed around here.'

"So this is Yukihira, huh?"

With another voice entering the restaurant, Kagome blinked at the sight of the pink haired male with glasses looking around the restaurant. Where had he come from? "May…I help you?" she questioned, wondering if he was regular customer.

The pink haired male raised a brow as he turned his head to face the young female standing on the other side of the counter. Was she one of Yukihira's chefs? She was fairly young, but looks should never be judged when it came to skill. Taking a seat on one of the high chairs in front of the counter, he rested his elbows on the counter before placing his chin over his knuckles. "Do you work for Yukihira?" he questioned with a smirk.

"Um…sort of?" she whispered, unsure if it was a trick question. "But we are not open yet, sir-"

"You are already failing at your job," he cut in, earning him a confused blink. "You have not offered anything in the last three minutes I have been here. How long do you intend to make your customers wait?"

"A-Ah, chotto, I am not-"

"You are already making the customer impatient," his brown eyes narrowed behind his squared glasses. "I came to taste Yukihira's cooking and see if his business truly is one to be proud of. After the hell he put me through the camp, I thought of returning the favor. I do not care if it is him or another chef of his in this business, the food must taste the same, right?"

"But I-"

"What are you waiting for?" he raised a brow. "Don't make me wait."

"Ano-"

"Now."

The miko jumped slightly as she saw the glare tighten, feeling that he was not kidding with his impatience. She was not the head chef of this restaurant, let alone, a chef at all! What was she supposed to do? Taking a glance to her right, she saw no sign of the red head to come to her rescue.

"I am counting the seconds, young lady. Get going or Yukihira will have a bad reputation."

Who the hell was this guy? He seemed old enough to know what he was talking about, but not that young for her to be talking back to. She took a glance over her shoulder, seeing the prepared ingredients Soma had taken out for the restaurant's opening. The last thing she wanted was to ruin Yukihira's reputation with her accidental cooking and her bad service.

'Tofu…dashi soup stock…soy sauce,' her eyes scanned the ingredients on the counter. She could easily shout for Soma, but that would only set the man's anger flaring…right? Grabbing the bottle of soy sauce, she raised a brow as her eyes landed on the pre-boiled udon noodles in the bowl. 'I guess I could go with this…'

Raising a brow at the bowl sitting in front of him, the Japanese-French chef looked at the hot broth sinking the thick noodles as the seasoned fried tofu was placed finely above with the green onion being the final presentation. Was this one of Yukihira's dishes? His eyes rose to meet the silenced miko, seeing her fingers fidget in front of her as she held her stand stiffly.

It was a simple dish and if he knew any better, this girl was not confident in her cooking. With a low sigh, the pink haired chef reached for a pair of chopsticks before breaking them apart: "well, we will see how well Yukihira chooses his chefs for his restaurant."

"Uh, well…," Kagome trailed off, hearing his thanks for the meal before slurping the noodles. What the heck was taking Soma so long for a damn apron?! Biting her lower lip, she took a glance to her right as she saw a certain red headed chef coming into the picture. "Soma-kun!"

"Huh?" he blinked, taking a whiff of the air inside his kitchen before setting his eyes on the pink haired male eating a bowl of udon. "Chef Shinomiya?!" he exclaimed, a bit taken back by his appearance.

"You know him?" Kagome blinked.

"You are feeding him!?" he exclaimed again as he quickly made his way in front of the experienced chef on the other side of the counter. He had been looking for a clean apron all over until he had to look into his father's room for one, but the moment he had smelt food in the air, he was wondering if Kagome was starting on the ingredients for the night.

Shinomiya closed his eyes as he pushed his glasses in: "I came to see how well your restaurant was, Yukihira. Although it was not you who cooked, I expect your other chefs to know the place well and make the same dishes. I did not expect this female to be here, but she did take a long time in waiting the customer."
Slamming her hand over the counter, both males jumped slightly as they saw the innocent smile decorating over her lips. "Excuse me," she spoke, "but if you had allowed me to talk, I would have told you that I am not a chef here."

"Huh?" Shinomiya's eyebrow rose again.

"She's not," Soma gave out a nervous chuckle, "she was just coming today to help me wait on tables."

"Then what is this?" he questioned, eyeing the bowl in front of him.
"Hmm," Soma looked at the bowl himself, "looks like udon."

Kagome grabbed the apron from Soma's hand, surprising him as he watched her walk around the counter. "Seriously, let a person talk!" she grumbled under her breath as she began to clean the tables.

"Huh, weird, I never get her to cook here," Soma crossed his arms. He felt she did have skills for it, but what stopped her was the lack of confidence. "I am surprised you are here, Chef Shinomiya. Why did you even make her cook?"

Eyeing the broth inside the bowl, Shinomiya snickered under her breath as he adjusted his glasses: "call it a chef's intuition."

"Huh?"

"She did not even let me review it," he smirked, eyeing her from the corner of his eyes. For someone who had no confidence, her final dish would have given anyone the thought of her being fully experienced. "Perhaps Totsuki will make exceptions for another transfer."

MizukixTsukiyomi's Notes: Please leave a review, and thank you for reading!

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