Hey ok, I keep on saying I'll be back after my exams but god I can't bring myself to study. As procrastination I wrote this oneshot inspired by otakinu and doromame - check out their art on Tumblr! Either way hope you guys enjoy some Yukihira style jealousy. Some fluffs and laughs this chapter and next chapter we will dive back into blessing in disguise :P

Soma was never the brightest guy. Sure, he isn't the idiot that Erina always claimed, but he was a dense guy when it came to anything other than cooking.

Bluntly put, he was never that interested in romance; well at least until he met her.

When he was in middle school, he was too busy competing with his father to notice any girls who were remotely interested in him.

Frankly speaking, even on the day of his transfer exam, even after meeting a certain girl who called his food disgusting, he did not spontaneously become interested in any of the lovey dovey shit – but something did change.

On that day, his sights were no longer focused after his father's footsteps. His gaze was met with something far more tempting, a pair of challenging violet eyes. It was then, he knew, he would make that girl submit to his cooking; no matter how long it'd take.

Two years later, although he has yet achieved his goal, he did accidentally fall into the trap he referred to as the 'lovey dovey shit' during his younger years.

It did take him a day or two; oh who was he kidding, a month or so to come to terms that his girlfriend was in fact Nakiri Erina – yes, the exact girl who outright called his food disgusting.

The bore of romance that he once completely ignored seemed to consume his thoughts suddenly. His passions were no longer limited to just cooking; but rather revolved around a certain girl with beautiful violet eyes and a smile which always seemed to brighten his day.

Being receptive to this lovey dovey shit had its challenges though.

As much as he hated to admit it, sometimes he preferred if Erina just took her limo out when they went on dates. It wasn't that he enjoyed the luxurious and overly extravagant lifestyle his girlfriend was accustomed to, but he hated the looks people; precisely young teenage students threw at her when they strolled down the street or when they took a bus together.

But these days, Erina always seemed to insist on travelling in unconventional ways, at least to her, they were ways she never imagined. It all started because of a stupid scooter.

It was a cheerful day when called Erina telling her to come out of her house. They had been dating for a few weeks now and Soma felt like she needed a break from her paperwork no matter how often she denied her fatigue.

When Erina rushed outside, she was greeted with a large grin, and a brand new misty blue scooter.

"What do you think of Yukihira Junior?" asked Soma grinning ear to ear, obviously proud of his new scooter.

"It's…" Erina hesitated, "quite pretty?"

"Oh, come on," Soma laughed as he tossed her the white helmet he had brought along, "Junior will be sad to hear such a half-hearted compliment."

Erina rolled her eyes at his comment but stood still, seemingly unwillingly to put the helmet on.

"What's wrong," he asked, looking at her confused before adding, "Oh don't tell me Miss Erina is too scared to hop on a scooter."

"Oh, you wish in a million years," replied a flustered Erina who quickly placed the helmet on her head and hopped on behind him. Her arms naturally wrapped around his waist and she lent in close, her cheeks just touching the back of his uniform.

"Well hold on tight," Soma laughed, amused by her prideful and stubborn personality. As he took off, he could feel her hands wrap slightly tighter around him, her face pressing harder against his back.

"Open your eyes," he chuckled, "It's Sakura season, you don't wanna miss this."

"My eyes aren't closed thank you very much," replied Erina, slowly opening one of her eyes. What greeted her were hues of pink on either side of the long winding dust road.

Pink petals of all shades fell as they drove past. Before long, both of her eyes were open and she seemed a lot more comfortable with their mode of transport.

"Say Yukihira," Erina started, "It'd be alright if I took off my helmet right?"

"Well, this is a private road, leading up to your mansion," chuckled Soma amused, yet relieved that she was finding this entertaining, "I highly doubt there will be any police."

With his confirmation, Erina took off her helmet eagerly. The breeze brought upon by the movement of their scooter ruffled her hair. Her cheeks were rose-flushed from the sun and its shade was soon deepened by her adrenaline as she stood up bravely, holding only onto Soma's shoulders.

"Getting a little wild are we?" asked an amused Soma, making sure to slow down the vehicle given her current position.

"Shut up Soma," hummed Erina, "don't ruin such a romantic moment with your sarcastic comments will you?"

It didn't take long before they reached the end of the road. Naturally, Erina hopped off the scooter, a smile still on her face, obviously satisfied with his little spontaneity.

Well at least until she noticed Soma coughing into his hands unnaturally, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

"What is it?" she had asked, completely unaware of the fact that her blonde hair was now tangled with pieces of leaves and sakura petals.

His hands reached towards her hair and picked out a single petal before he added, "nice hair by the way."

"Don't tease me," Erina had replied, her already flushed cheeks turned an even darker shade of pink if that was even humanly possible. She puffed out her cheeks, like a fully stuffed squirrel and looked away embarrassed.

Soma chuckled before he ruffled her hair ever so slightly, "I like you like this though, you look kawaii"

And so ever since that day, though Erina never admits it, she has been hooked on the adrenaline and excitement unconventional travelling brought her. From buses to trams, from bicycles to high speed rails, Erina was like a young child, suddenly exposed to a new world of exciting gadgets.

It didn't bother him at first, he enjoyed holding her hand as they strolled along the curb walking towards the bus stop. That was until one day he noticed the glances that always seemed to be thrown her way. Although he had submitted to being trapped in the 'lovey dovey shit'he referred to as romance, he cannot allow himself to admit to the demons of jealousy.

Well, until when he arrived.

Francis Ducassee, not exactly a transfer student, yet considered a polished diamond no less even at the Totsuki school. The heir to most successful Michelin restaurant chain in the world, son of Alain Ducasse and most importantly, the student body president of Ecole de cuisine Alain Ducasse. His arrival caused ripples of excitement at Totsuki, not only was he a 'noble' in the culinary world; he was hot.

As a VIP of course, Totsuki appointed the very best to be his escort during this stay at Totsuki, none other than the granddaughter of the headmaster, the owner of the god's tongue.

"I have to go," whispered Erina, her chest still heaving from the passionate kiss they had just shared, "first day, important schedule."

"You can't leave your boyfriend here alone to fend for himself," replied Soma tightening his grip on her waist, his gold eyes pleading, "You know how scary sensei can get."

"Please, I'm sure you can manage without me," chuckled Erina before she wiggled her way out of his embrace. She walked hurriedly towards the door before stopping abruptly. Running back, she placed a soft peck on his cheek adding, "I'll see you tonight."

After school Soma received a quick text from Erina saying: Hey sorry! I can't make it tonight, I know we said we'll go watch the new movie but grandfather wants me to accompany Francis to this event. I'll make it up to you another night ;)

Soma chuckled at her message undisturbed. He understood her pressure and the burden the name Nakiri brought upon her shoulders and he wasn't some douche bag who would get upset over a cancelled; or rather re-scheduled date.

"Did you hear," one girl started, "apparently, Francis is here because his father wants him to take Erina's hand in marriage."

Soma's ears perked at the mention of Erina.

"I heard the same thing too," the other girl nodded, "I saw them walking out of school together, they look so compatible…I guess it's just natural for a princess to end up with such a handsome prince."

"He did look hot," giggled the other girl as they walked away.

Soma stood there silently, trying to digest the information he had just received. Sure, he knew they were just rumours – stupid ones no doubt, but the name Francis was starting to rub off wrongly on him.

The next day, Erina showed up to school, Francis walking beside her. The pair looked like a couple from a fairy tale, eliciting whispers from everyone around them.

When Soma finally bumped into Erina during their lunch break, he noticed Francis being there too.

He seemed like a shadow glued to her every move.

He irked Soma further when his eyes danced dangerously over Erina's body, gazing particularly long at her creamy thighs under her now far-too-short-skirt.

"Yo Nakiri," he had said gazing at his girlfriend, "I was just about to ask you to have lunch together."

"Oh, sorry Soma," Erina looked down apologetically, "Francis actually wanted me to show him around the green energy plant around the school."

"Ah," laughed Soma before he scratched his head lightly, "I'll just catch you later then."

"yeah!" she replied, "we'll keep in contact."

As Erina turned to walk towards the east corridor, Soma's eyes were met with a pair of challenging green eyes, one gloating its victory.

If he wasn't an important guest to both Totsuki and Erina, Soma would have probably punched him in the face by now; or at least had a shokugeki with him.

It has been a month since Francis' arrival and during this time, the time Erina and Soma had spent together were far and few. It was hard to organise a time to see each other when Francis seemed to follow her every move, coming up with absurd and constant requests which required her company.

Soma's patience and limits were finally exhuasted when he overheard another conversation, a month into Francis' arrival.

"You know I was partners with Francis today in my French class."

"No way! Damn why are you always so lucky?"

"You know what he told me when I asked him if he was dating Erina Nakiri!"

"What? Tell me Maria."

"He said…"

"God enough with the suspense."

"He said they were dating and he already slept with her. He told me he is basically her fiancé now."

What a load of bullshit - were the only words that rang in Soma's mind.

It was one thing to challenge him. He couldn't care less if Francis believed he could win Erina over by sticking to her like a piece of bubble gum. He didn't even care if the whole school thought the pair were dating. But it was one thing to attack him, but it was another and completely different thing if he were to spread rumours about Erina. He had to beat up this guy's entitled high horse ass.

It didn't take long for him to make it to the French class he knew Erina would be attending.

"Francis Douchebag, or whatever your name is," he said as he busted into the classroom, his eyes looked disgusted as they met his green ones, "I challenge you to a shokugeki and I will put my expulsion on the line that if I won, you will never set foot in Totsuki for the next two years."

"Interesting proposal," chuckled Francis, "Dear Erina has told me all about the traditions of this school and the unique art of culinary battles. I will accept your proposal on these conditions and on the basis, that the shokugeki will be French cuisine based."

Furious would be an understatement when Erina heard his proposal.

But she would be lying if she said she didn't sigh with relieve when Soma beat Francis to his own speciality in a full swept 3:0 fashion.

Once the battle was settled, Francis was almost immediately 'escorted' out of Totsuki, his voice indignant as he complained about the bias of the judges.

Erina one the other hand stormed out of the convention centre almost immediately after the conclusion of their battle; her absence quickly picked up by the red-head.

When he finally caught up to her, they were already half way across the campus standing outside rows of empty classroom.

"What were you thinking?" she asked, her hands on her hips.

"I was thinking of you," said Soma unapologetically, "I can't tolerate him spreading rumours about you."

'That doesn't mean you put yourself on the line," yelled Erina, "You know Totsuki is basically everything to me, what would happen to you, what would happen to us if you were expelled!"

"I wasn't going to be," he replied softly as he took a step closer, "I was thinking about you when I cooked and I feel invincible when I do."

"Just because you feel that way doesn't mean it's the reality Soma," she replied sternly, her eyes averted from his, unwilling to meet his gaze.

"You know what else I was thinking about?" Soma added as he stroked her cheeks softly.

"It sure is a surprise that more than one thing can go on in your head at a time," grumbled Erina.

"I was thinking…" He trailed off his eyes looking dangerously at her. Erina flushed at their close proximity when he suddenly sandwiched her between the cold walls of this empty hallway and his warm body.

"What," she questioned, trying to focus her thoughts on his words rather than her embarrassment. God, she hated the way she blushed so easily.

"I was thinking your skirt is too short missy," Soma concluded, "I hated the way Francis looked at it and I dislike it when other guys look at you in that way. This sight is mine and mine only. So, my next proposal at the next elite ten meeting will be proposing a compulsory length for female uniform." He looked at her hungrily before his lips crashed onto hers. Sucking on her bottom lip as he pulled away he added, "and your objection has been denied."