Notes:

Hey Everyone! Zancrowe Here!

Do to popular demand… surprising even me… here are the next four (4) prompts all featuring the main adult ships of the NouVerse! Also, it seems popular demand also wants me to conclude the trilogy started with Nouvelle, continued into Classique, and write Something… BLUE. Tell me, is that, seeing Soma, Erina and co's Third Year and their conflict at the esteemed BLUE, something you'd like to read?

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Drabble #13 / 101: "Honestly, I'm just relieved."

Pairing: Hiroto / Mana

"As you can see mother, everything has been compiled so that us Second Years can finally get up to speed after the massive delay the Intercontinental Shokugeki caused to our respective studies," Erina noted proudly, as Mana could only try and hide the twitch on her left eye at the sheer size of the mountain load of paperwork her daughter and her best friend / potential sister left at her desk, "If you can get this done by tonight we of the Elite Ten would be oh-so grateful."

"T-Tonight?" Mana just blurted out, turning to her daughter, "Erina… sweetie, this, uh, isn't this… a lot? And I have to verify every page, and then submit the ones I approve into our system…?"

"Yes, madam Headmistress," Hisako replied in turn, her face adorned with the cutest of glasses as she had been busy compiling those very reports, "Normally the Elite Ten do half the paperwork of this academy, but given how rushed we are to catch up on our studies, it is only fair our new Headmistress assists us in our time of need… you won't run away will you?"

"For goodness sake Hisako stop hating me!" Mana just pleaded, eyes on the girl, who didn't emote at all. Erina gave a soft laugh at her sister's antics, since she knew half of it was just teasing (the other half was genuine displeasure, but Hisako masked it well), "And I'm not saying I… won't do it. I did promise you both to do whatever it took, alright. So, fine, I… guess I'll start."

"Thank you so much mother!" Erina said with the cutest grin. And Mana just sighed. This was torture, yes, but not unwarranted. She deserved this, and Erina deserved to be this happy. Mana's eyes even lingered on the little ring her daughter now always sported on her left hand, and it made her smile in turn.

"Fine, get going you two," she instructed, "You Second Years have The Blindfold Challenge to attend to next, and next week is The Flame Trails, so hop to it."

"Oh my… she actually knows our itinerary," Hisako added, with a playful, mocking scoff, which made Mana glare at her. But before she could call her out on it, the office door was opened, and in walked one Hiroto Arato, clearly fresh out of his hospital, since the man was still sporting his doctor's attire. "…Daddy?"

"Good day sweetie," he greeted as his daughter dropped all pretenses and just hugged him instantly. He pulled her close, hugging her tightly, before he ruffled Erina's hair as well, which made the blonde girl blush, pout, and stammer in place, unused to this newfound affection aimed her way whenever she bumped into Hiroto, "And good day to you princess."

"Y-Yes, quite, hi, I… we were leaving," Erina managed to say, before she grabbed Hisako by the arm and walked out of the office with her in tow, leaving Hiroto laughing a bit at her reaction.

"She's still a bit shy I see," Hiroto noted.

"I prefer shy over the murderous intent Hisako aims my way whenever I try to talk to her," Mana replied, her eyes on him.

"Can you blame her?"

"…No," Mana admitted, sighing, "Honestly, I'm just relieved. Our girls seem at least happy enough about, well, us…"

"And they have every right to be," Hiroto replied, and took a seat opposite Mana, as she seemed to form a light pout in response. He noticed, and tilted his head, "What?"

"You wouldn't happen to feel the need to assist the woman of your dreams with her tower of paperwork due today now would you?"

"I would most certainly be happy to," he replied, "Did not know Miss Courage was here and in need of assistance however."

"One more joke like that and I swear you'll be a patient at your own hospital!" Mana just screeched, her pout larger, blushing a bit, before she scoffed, arms across her chest, her head tilted to the side. And all Hiroto could do was smile at the sight. Like daughter, like mother he supposed. So cute when annoyed… which was almost always.

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Drabble #14 / 101: "You broke what?!"

Pairing: Jouichirou / Riko

"You broke what?!"

Riko had basically screamed at Jouichirou, as the man just rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, his eyes to the side, while hers spelled murder. They were at Yukihira's, since Riko more or less made him stop with the disappearing act and actually run the damn restaurant he was given, which, in turn, led to this.

"It was an accident sweetie," he tried, eyes on the floor. On the broken, adorned plate on the floor, "Even folks of our level have the occasional… oopsie."

"An oopsie is me overcooking a medium rare steak by a few degrees," Riko clarified, still mad, "This isn't that! That plate belonged to Tamako!"

"I am well aware…"

"And you broke it!"

"I-I saw I did…"

"She was you wife, why am I madder at this than you are?!" Riko just had to ask, or yell, or both, and Jouichirou just raised his hands defensively.

"Yeah, to be fair, I'm confused about that too," he noted, but added, "But to be fair, Tamako really wouldn't care. Trust me. I've done worse. Like way, way worse."

"That's not the point," Riko clarified, and her shift in tone made Jouichirou pause. A mad Riko he could manage, a worried one made him worried in turn, "I know why I'm worried. Even if you knew your wife, and she wouldn't care, there are limited things she left behind, and I… I don't want Soma to keep losing the pieces of her that he has left."

"Oh…" Jouichirou finally realized what she meant, and lowered his arms, "Riko, I get it. You're right. I do need to be more careful, like, fully. But… Soma… our boy isn't going to be hurt by this. He has a piece of her, and will always have it, on the ring Erina now carries."

"Still…"

"And, furthermore," Jouichirou added, "He also gained this mother here," he noted, extending his hand and caressing her cheek, and she sighed, rolling her eyes, but, yeah, they were the right words to say, "So don't twist yourself into a pretzel into trying to keep everything here as was when change is inevitable. Warranted even. We both need this, need you. So when Soma comes by, he's greeted by his new mom. And, remember, you're not replacing Tamako. You're just you, Soma's other mom. That's it."

Riko bit her lower lip, but just rested her head on his hand. She hated how he, even after all these years, could still sweettalk her grievances away.

"Fine," she muttered, "But I swear… break one more thing and I'm taking all the squid off the menu!"

"Geez, okay, fine! Promise! Settle down! No need to cripple me emotionally…"

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Drabble #15 / 101: "Why don't you say that to my face?"

Pairing: Shinomiya / Hinako

Shinomiya got home late, and as he opened the door to their home, was greeted by a now familiar sound of Hinako just playing around the crib with their little playdoh that was supposed to be a baby daughter. He paused, taking in the sights, as she turned to greet him.

"Kou! Hey, You're just in time! Guess who pooped herself?!"

"…Given these last few days," Shinomiya replied, eyebrow raised, "I am afraid that that question has two possible answers."

"H-Hey! You try and push… this out and not have issues!" Hinako barked back, her arms across her chest, and her trademark pout ever present. "But you are so changing her."

"Of course I am," he noted, walking forwards, first stopping next to his wife, and offering her a soft kiss that made her melt a little, before he turned to little Kouko Shinomiya, "Let's take care of daddy's girl then."

"Mommy's girl, actually," Hinako corrected.

"Well, daddy is the one changing her every single waking moment he's not at work."

"That's because daddy was not the one that was ripped apart pushing her out."

"Don't be so dramatic Hina…"

"Dramatic?!" Hinako replied, almost glaring at him, "Childbirth is horrible! It's a blessing too, but mostly horrible!"

"I-I didn't mean to imply it's not," he tried, "I only meant in the account you said you had been ripped…"

"Why don't you say that to my face?" Hinako interrupted, her pout right on his face. "Or better yet, my crotch. The evidence is still there."

"O-Okay, you win," he fell back, arms raised, "You're right, and I adore you for all you did, so… let me handle the gross stuff, you've done plenty…"

Hinako's pout remained, but she slowly relented and nodded. "Fine, you get just one," she said, index finger raised, teasing his little promise with Soma, "So get to work, daddy, cause after you tend to Kouko, you need to tend to me…"

And Shinomiya had honestly no way of expressing to her how that was the furthest thing from a punishment he could ever hope to receive.

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Drabble #16 / 101: "Want to know a secret?"

Pairing: Azami / Milka

"Just make sure she eats everything, alright?" he could hear Dove instruct him through the speakers on his phone, "It's very important. None of that 'food I don't approve gets thrown out' baloney, you cook what I told you to!"

"Understood Dove," Azami voiced, as little Baby Ruth sat on her little seat, eagerly awaiting the dish about to be served to her. Azami had been asked by Dove to babysit since she and Asahi were out house-hunting, while Mika was at work, and he was more than happy to oblige, "I do know how to tend to children."

"Last child you raised was Erina. Your record is lousy… hey, don't tickle my sides!" Dove cried out, and Azami could picture Asahi just tickling her to get her to behave. But Azami nodded, told her that, yes, he would be careful and obedient, and that he would call if anything happened.

And then, something did happen. Milka came home.

"Oh, something smells divi…" and she paused, mid-praise, as her eyes saw Azami in the kitchen as opposed to her daughter or her future son-in-law, "…you."

"I do not mean to intrude," Azami offered, "Dove and Asahi are out scouting homes, so Dove called me in to babysit. We were not aware you'd be back so early."

"Yes, left early today, slight migraine," Milka noted, "Just got worse."

"Ouch," he muttered, but then saw his phone ring again, just as Milka walked past him and proceeded to fill Ruthie's face with kisses. "Azami speaking."

"I need four-hundred dollars."

"Good morning to you too Loren," Azami voiced, tilting his head a bit, "And… why, if I may ask?"

"I'll tell you later, it's important," Loren said, and immediately Baby Ruth began to bounce in place.

"Uncles!"

"Eh? Is that Ruthie? Wait? You're babysitting her?!"

"Don't make it sound like it's the worst scenario Loren," Azami tried, but he knew the boy would protest, so he quickly reached out to the phone and added, "I just sent you the money, so take care, do not make a scene."

And he ended the call, because if he let that boy talk, and Milka heard, he was going to be screwed.

"That was little Loren, no?" Milka asked, walking back into the kitchen, having changed her clothes to a more casual wear. Azami forced himself not to check her out, because he promised Dove.

"Yes, my youngest."

"Dove's youngest too it would seem."

He laughed at this. "Yes, she adores the boy," he noted, before his phone rang again, and he took the call once he saw who it was, "Hello sweetie."

"Father," Erina spoke up, "I have sent you an email regarding an upcoming event. You haven't replied yet."

"A-Apologies, I am currently tied up finishing Baby Ruth's meal," Azami explained, and Milka just rolled her eyes, "But I assure you, I –"

"Wait, you're babysitting Ruthie?!" Erina voiced, and Azami flinched. Why did both she and Loren sound equally horrified?

"Pretty Auntie!" Ruthie beamed.

"D'aww, auntie's precious little bean!" Erina said with likely hearts in her eyes, then they turned to flames, "Father! Be gentle with her! None of that True Gourmet… poopie!" she added, switching out the curse word for a more age-appropriate one.

"…Erina, I am not about to do… that to Baby Ruth," Azami tried, but still motioned to end the call, "I'll reply to your email in half an hour at most, promise," and he hung up before she could continue to complain. Milka, meanwhile, had her sharp eyes on him.

"Father of the year."

"…I am aware of all the improvements I have to make," he voiced, and then finished his dish, serving a small plate for Ruthie, and a bigger one for Milka, "Don't suppose you'd mind joining us?"

Milka took a deep breath, but she still nodded. She was hungry after all. As they three sat down to eat, Azami got another call, and he felt this one had to be on purpose at this point… "Yes son?"

"How much is too much for a house?"

"Asahi, money isn't a problem if it is for the wellbeing of you three," Azami tried, as Milka carefully fed Baby Ruth, before she herself had a bite here or there.

"You say that, but Dove is aiming high. Like…"

"She can aim as high as she –"

"…bigger than the Nakiri Mansion high."

"– Should hear you out and maybe find something cozier, you know?" he tried, and he heard Asahi just laugh. He knew what he meant. "…Fine, I'll talk to her. I'm sure I can help Dove find the perfect home within reason."

"Good luck," Asahi added, "Also, is my daughter still in one piece?"

"I am not that horrible at this!" Azami added in frustration, before he hung up the call, and turned, seeing that both Ruthie and Milka had finished. "…Well, excluding that, the turmoil of being a father of four, was this to your liking ladies?"

"Yesh!" Baby Ruth cheered.

"Hmm…?" Milka added, and without a word, she got up, taking hold of Ruthie, before she turned to Azami, and for once, he couldn't quite read the expression on her face, "Want to know a secret?"

"Go on."

And then she smirked, and Azami could see, see where Dove got it from. All of it.

"…I've had better."

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