Hi, everyone! Thank you all for bearing with me, I know this is an unusually late update, but college just started again 2 weeks ago and I have been busy ever since. Anyway, here's the chapter,please enjoy!

Main Dish

Their eyes locked and the space between them went taut. They were alone in a room full of people. Rindō got up from her seat and strutted towards him, his intense focus making her skin prickle. She seriously doubted there was an actual Elite Ten business problem (Eishi made sure all the paperwork was immaculate).

"We'll try to be quick, professor," she shot the old man a smile and exited the classroom. She stood in the hall and bounced on the balls of her feet, watching Eishi's slow, deliberate movements as he closed the door, cutting off the soft murmur of their fellow students, and turned to her. The silence of the hall was charged with electricity. Rindō realized that they were finally all alone (albeit in a rather public place) and she relished the fact and the anticipation of what might happen, what she wanted to happen.

"Y'know, for a moment there, I thought you were ignoring me," she broke the silence and put her hands on her hips. Eishi's eyes followed the movement and he unabashedly looked her over again.

"You're very hard to ignore, Rindō," he said, returning his attention to her face again. His demeanour reminded her of the jungle predators that she'd encountered – and conquered. It was trilling.

She smiled wickedly. "I hope that you're also very hard," she said in a sing-song voice. He scoffed at yet another of her bad puns, but the corner of his mouth curled up into a beginning of a smile.

"How did you even find me? Do you have my schedule memorized or something?" she inquired. "Do I have to file a stalker report?"

"You mentioned something in your text," he said, approaching her, "the sauce. So obviously you were in the cooking history class. I only needed to check the schedule posted on the Academy's website to find what classroom you're in. It's almost as if you wanted to be found." He stood right in front of her now. If she leaned in, she could kiss him.

But before she could do exactly that, he dropped to his knees and his hand sneaked underneath her skirt, feeling its way to the apparent object of his desire – his tie. Nudging her, he pulled her even closer. With the other hand, he lifted the flimsy fabric and held it in place, exposing the striped bow that was still adorning her upper thigh. Meanwhile, his fingers were skirting the line of her underwear and she wondered if he would really finger her in the middle of the school hallway. But he just kept teasing her – like he has been doing the whole darn day – so close to her, but not quite there yet. Then he placed a kiss on her skin, just beneath the bow of the tie. He caught one of the hanging ends of the tie in his teeth and pulled, untying the bow and letting it fall to the ground. At the same time, he loosened his grip on her skirt and removed his other hand from underneath it. Rindō did not appreciate that move and she let him know by moaning in dissent.

He leaned in and whispered into her ear, "I can smell how excited you are." His warm breath tickled her and the clean, enticing smell of his hair and his skin enveloped her. Rindō's heart was beating like a drum. She tilted her head just enough so that they were perfectly aligned and found his eyes already boring into hers. Rindō thought how she could spend entire days just losing herself in his silver orbs. But right now, she had no more time to lose.

She pressed her lips into his for the first time. It was the most innocent of kisses. Only their lips were touching and somewhere in her brain, which had turned into cotton candy, Rindō noted how perfectly they fit with one another. She savoured the feeling of their pure kiss for another split second; then they both moved at the same time and the kiss turned all but innocent. He buried his fingers into her hair and brought her closer to him. The kiss was brimming with energy and urgency to make up for what was lost in the time they'd refused to acknowledge the attraction between them. She trailed her hands down his chest, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt, curled her fingers through the belt loops of his pants and pulled his hips closer to her, desperate for the feel of him. Now exploring the inside of his mouth, Rindō hooked one leg around him. With a growl into her mouth, that she felt reverberate through her whole body, he grabbed her behind and lifted her up. Operating on pure instinct, she wrapped the other leg around him, too. He stumbled for half a step until he regained their shared balance and she found herself pressed against the wall. Eishi's hands wandered beneath her shirt and once again his touch on her bare skin left blazing trails. Lightly biting and pulling on his bottom lip, Rindō ran her fingers through his smooth hair – something she's wanted to do for a long time – and rolled her hips into him. His breath hitched and another sensation shot sparks of excitement through her nerve system, which converged between her legs – she felt his hardness against her burning core. She pressed for more and holy Hell they were so close now, separated only by a few layers of clothing (although her knickers were barely able to serve their purpose anymore). Digging her fingers into his back, she rolled her hips again and kissed him like there's no tomorrow. He answered with the same hunger she was feeling and she thought she would burst. She moved her hands to the front of his trousers, ready to get rid of the offending articles of clothing. Before she could unzip him, Eishi broke their kiss.

"Not here," he said. He hadn't moved away yet so they were sharing the same air, both breathing heavily.

She planted another kiss on his lips, "But you said you would take me on the countertop."

"We can do that next time."

"And against the door."

"Next next time." She smiled at his barely eloquent words. "But the first time," he continued, slightly regaining his senses, "I want to take my sweet time with you. Besides," he laughed, "Someone is bound to walk into this hallway at some point and I don't want us to get thrown out of school just yet."

"Tsukasa Eishi, the always-proper star student of Tōtsuki Academy," she felt a giddy laughter bubbling in her throat. She felt as light as a feather, especially as she recognized that same joy in Eishi's eyes.

"Time to go back to your class," he said as he finally pushed himself away from Rindō and went to retrieve his tie which was lying on the floor, forgotten.

"I think you meant to say 'Time to go find the closest empty room', right?" Rindō tried to straighten her clothes and hair, although she knew the attempt was futile.

He came back and gave her a parting kiss that was so far from proper it would get them thrown out of school all on its own. This time it was she who broke their kiss – she wanted to tell him that screw the classes and would he please just screw her already. Cutting off her chance to protest, he knocked on the classroom door and opened it without waiting for the answer.

"Did you solve the problem?" asked the professor.

"No," Rindō's frustration wasn't faked, "It's much bigger than I expected,"

"We're probably going to need the whole night to solve it," Eishi added and, with a nod to the professor, exited the room.


It turned out that Rindō needn't have returned to the class, because it was almost over anyway. She sat there in her dishevelled apparel and with swollen lips, looking like she'd just had the best make-out session of her life. Which was true. Some people gave her weird looks, but they didn't reach the cloud nine she was currently on, so it didn't matter.

Still, she couldn't wait for the class to end because there was (this time an actual) problem she needed to attend to. For the next ten minutes, she kept fidgeting on her seat and when the lesson was finally over, she ran to the nearest bathroom. Locking herself in a stall, she propped her foot on the toilet, moved the soaked-through fabric of her underwear aside and touched her sensitive spot. She was already on the edge (and had been for quite a while) so she dipped her fingers in-between her folds and imagined it was Eishi moving inside of her. Recalling his kisses and touches, she picked up the pace and felt her orgasm building up. She bit down into her fist to keep the moans quiet as she reached her peak.

Giving herself a moment to recollect and catch her breath, she came to two realizations: one, her bathroom break only took a few minutes (which was impressive) so she had time to make it to her next class; and two, despite her just having orgasmed, she was still wound up. And it was clear that right now, only Eishi would satisfy her cravings.

Frowning, she made her way to the Advanced Side Dishes class. As an 'advanced' class, it wasn't restricted to the year of studying (Eishi had taken it last year), so she had to cook next to her underclassmen. Usually she loved poking around and looking into other people's dishes (and their business), but today she wasn't feeling up for it. Instead of having relieved her tension, she was even tenser now. So she poured all of her frustration, desire, and need into her dish – croquettes made out of potato and boa constrictor meat, fried in a mixture of bread crumbs and fire ants. When the professor tasted the crispy golden croquette, her eyes seemed to lose focus and she reddened in the face. She gave Rindō an A and proceeded to the next student without elaborating.

That was the last class of the day and Rindō was finally free. Free to find Eishi, that is, to slap him for leaving her unsatisfied and then to screw him senseless. She couldn't wait.

But as she had no idea where he was and she didn't want to text him to ask (and she wasn't a stalker like he was), she decided to go back to her room first. Maybe freshen up while she's at it. She left the main compound and walked towards the Elite Ten building while the late afternoon was giving way to the freshness of the evening.

Only when she was halfway up the last flight of stairs that separated her from her room did she realize that she had been robbed.

Her room key was missing. And unless it'd mysteriously fallen out of her pocket and unless she'd deliberately thrown it into the toilet and flushed it, there was only one person who could have taken it.

She stood in front of her room and glanced right across the hall at the room ornamented with a golden number 1. She wondered what Eishi's tactic had been – did he steal her key to break into her room or did he steal it to force her to come to his?

He didn't like getting out of his comfort zone, so it could be that he was waiting for her to come banging on his door. Still... Something pulled her toward her own room, the number 2.

She touched her fingers to her knob and gave it a push. It opened seamlessly, but she didn't have time to celebrate her correct guess – her attention immediately went to the figure reclining on her pillows. For a moment she thought he was sleeping, but then he smiled. "Took you long enough. I thought you'd never come," he said, eyes still closed.

She closed the door behind her. "Funny, that's exactly what I thought, too. Do you often leave your business unfinished?" she slipped out of her blazer, hung it over a chair that was in the way, and took off her sweater, too. At the sound of rumpling clothes, he opened his eyes. "Don't get your knickers in a twist, Rindō," he smirked at her. She scrunched up her sweater and flung in at his face. The shirt found its target, but Eishi didn't seem hurt by it. Rindō kicked off her loafers and climbed onto the bed. He made a move to get up, but she pushed him onto the pillows again. She was done being played with. It was time to take matters into her own hands.

She captured his lips, her long hair falling around them like a curtain. Yet again she was stunned at what a simple kiss was doing to her body. She broke away, pecked the corner of his mouth, and trailed kisses down his neck. As she reached the collar of his shirt, she started to undo the buttons, revealing more and more of his skin, and kissing it as she went. When she ran out of buttons, she straddled him and observed her handiwork. Forget the loose tie – the unbuttoned shirt should be a part of Eishi's everyday look.

She started to unbutton her own shirt and an unwelcome memory re-entered her mind. She remembered her previous doubts of not being good enough. Still, she kept her fingers from trembling and persisted. It wasn't in her nature to quit. Not when she was this close to something – someone – she wanted with her whole heart (and some other parts). She let her shirt fall from her shoulders.

"God, you're beautiful," Eishi said in a strange voice. This time when he lifted up his torso, she didn't stop him. His lips hovered above hers. "Beautiful," he murmured again. Rindō put her hand on his neck, touching his bottom lip with her thumb. She felt his heart race beneath her palm. He wanted this as much as she did. He may even be just as nervous about it. The thought dispelled any remaining wisps of her doubt and she closed the distance between them. His hands went for the clasp of her bra. She parted from his lips only to slide the straps off and throw the bra to the side. Eishi massaged her breasts and worked his way to her hard buds. She sighed when he rolled one of them between his fingers and took the other into his mouth. Deciding she needed him right away, she fumbled with his zipper. When she managed, she pushed him back down again and in a swift movement pulled down both his trousers and underwear. The sight of him made her even wetter. She took it into her hand to feel his hardness and stroked up and down. She bent down to kiss his tip and he whimpered under her touch. It wasn't enough for her - she wanted to taste him – but he stopped her before she could put her plan into motion. "Later," he groaned and she was again amazed how much he apparently wanted her. She decided to take pity on him.

"I'll take you up on that promise," she licked her lips and stretched towards her night stand to dig up a condom from a drawer. Eishi took the chance to flip them over so that he was above her this time, but she didn't mind. He kicked off his pants and took the condom out of Rindō's hand. While he was putting it on, she wiggled out of her skirt and panties. Eishi was devouring her with his eyes and it made her toes curl. He took hold of her hips and Rindō inhaled sharply, thinking that the moment finally arrived. Instead, he lowered his mouth onto her mound.

"No fair!" she exclaimed. "You said later!" She moaned loudly and he drowned all her potential protests with his tongue. Rindō was writhing beneath him and he must have felt that she was close, because he unlatched himself from her just as she was ready to let go. She immediately missed him and was throbbing with desire. Then all of her comprehensive thought disappeared because he finally pushed against her entrance and she watched his length disappear inside of her. They both paused, adjusting to the new sensation. He was filling her to the fullest and just being this connected to him was overwhelming and beautiful and a little scary. His mouth found hers again and she could feel herself on his lips. He started to pump in and out, his hand between them playing with her swollen pearl. Very soon, she felt her excitement approaching at break-neck speed. "Eishi," she managed to croak out before she screamed it out again, squeezing him tighter and deeper than ever before. With a final thrust, he found his own release, her name on his lips.

He didn't move away from her. They breathed together, her curves soft against his lean muscles. She had no words to convey the whirlpool of emotions and sensations that was eddying in her thoughts so she just held him and inhaled his scent. He seemed to be content to do the same.


Akanegakubo Momo was having a terrible, horrible, no good day. First the Desserts professor wasn't adequately impressed by her pastry. Sure, he fawned over it, but he appeared to be still riding the high of Kobayashi and Tsukasa's overhyped macaron. That was unacceptable. She didn't want to be anyone's shadow, even if there was little chance of beating the united powers of the First and the Second seat. But fine, she would survive.

Then she was approached by a different professor in the hall. He looked particularly concerned and grilled her about some kind of a supposed problem in the Elite Ten business for a good five minutes. She almost snapped at him by the end, but she managed to politely point out that she was not, in fact, informed of any kind of problem and that she would confer with the rest of the members.

And now... To be forced to listen to such vile obscenities and screaming... It was humiliating. It deprived her of a good night's sleep."Don't listen," she told her cat Bucchi and covered its ears. "It will be over soon." But she was wrong. The sounds from her first neighbour's – Kobayashi Rindō's – room kept coming for the most of the night.

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That's it! I hope you enjoyed the grand finale. It's been a pleasure having you as my readers. Let me know what you think!