Soma felt warm. Like he was sitting in front of an open flame in the dead of winter warming his hands, the warmth was spreading through his chest. When he opened his eyes, he immediately saw the source of the heat. Not an open flame as the tingling in his fingertips led him to believe, but a blinding glow that blurred out everything.

Soma blinked a few times and strained to see into the center glow. A gold oval blob curved into lengthy, toned legs and contoured into a sparkling hourglass shape. Out of the white aura surrounding the figure, silken hair sprung from the crown and pooled around the form as arms extended out its sides.

Soma's heart picked up speed, swelling from the same comforting heat. His hands reached to clutch his shirt to bar his beating organ from bursting out his chest when he found ten softly glowing fingers cradled in the palms of his hands. Their touches sent currents of goosebumps running up and down his spine.

He looked up. The cutest button nose and perfectly pouted rose-colored lips met his gaze. The all-over-the-body sensuality makes it too hard to control himself. He didn't know when he started moving, but Soma's lips puckered off instinct, and his torso leaned his body forward. Closing the infinite gap between him and this angel before him, he inched closer and closer, eyes shuttering in anticipation until the last thing he saw forming from the glowing figure was a dazzling seraphic smile coming into full view.

"Disgusting!" came the loud thunderclap of judgment. The foulest gust of wind escaped the siren's mouth, cutting the connection between them at his wrists with the sharpest tongue before shoving Soma away until he plummeted into an isolating and unforgiving darkness.

Soma's eyelids flew open to find him in his dark bedroom, and he scrambled to sit in bed. His heart racing, his hands shaking, and his brows dotted with beads of sweat, he looked down at his sheets and groaned.

The God Tongue. Soma rarely remembered what people looked like, especially girls, but his scalp was still prickling from the clear vision in that dream…

Why was he even thinking about her right now? She could not be the person on his mind right now. He had more pressing concerns to worry about. But he did have to admit, though— he enjoyed the tease.

He made breakfast and watched the sunrise on the apartment's roof while reminiscing on his transfer exam. The girl was way too easy to rile up. It sucked— he wouldn't get the chance to make her turn beet red with anger again. Not like he needed to go to that pretentious school, anyway. He had spent more years learning his dad's cooking style under his apron than any of those rich kid assholes could handle. What could that dumb, gaudy school teach him about cooking anyway?

He stuffed his mouth full of tamagoyaki and rice. The steady chomping rhythm helped him process his thoughts.

Then again, didn't his dad say he went there? So, he supposed it had to be a top-notch academy; his dad was the best cook he knew, and if that's where his father honed his culinary skills… He couldn't let his dad be the better cook between them for much longer.

So, maybe he wanted to be accepted into that dumb cooking school after all? The sun peeked over the Legos-stacked buildings that lined his street.

Soma shook his head and gulped, fuming at the humiliation he felt.

No.

a/n: a short chapter because the next chapter is already in the works to drop this week as I finalize Comfort Food's 6th chapter. (so until then, please review, like, and share with someone you think would enjoy reading!)

-My pleasure! Hope you enjoyed!-

8.20withlove

disclaimer: i do not own the rights to SnS...sadly. :(