Notes:
Hey Everyone! Zancrowe Here! Announcement Time:
A. Something… BLUE? So yeah, in the time I've taking it easy, I may have fully plotted out a true sequel to Classique, and the ending of the Trilogy as a whole I began with Nouvelle. Nothing else to say about it for now, but keep your eyes peeled, because by outright popular demand, you guys will get the third part you all seem to crave, and I am, as always, happy to serve!
B. Citrus gets a sequel! In a… unique way. Yes, you've read that right, my only smut / lemon story will be getting a "sequel", but it's more of a spin-off, taken from unwritten scenes in Classique, also because of popular demand, but focused on Asahi and Dove instead. Wonder how that'll turn out…?
C. For these Prompts here, starting next chapter, I'll be having Guest Writers write several of them. So you may see some of your favorite Food Wars writers write for the Nouvelle canon! And heck, if you want to join in, just tell me in a review and I'll add you to our Discord group! Remember, this drabble collection sets the path towards Something BLUE, so if you want to help shape the third part of this now Trilogy, this is your one chance!
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Drabble #17 / 101: "You've got to be kidding me!"
Pairing: Asahi / Dove
It was the sixth, SIXTH house they had gone to see that day, and at each and every single one of them, no matter how spacious, how pretty, how reasonably priced, his darling, sweet, utterly villainous girlfriend refused to budge on her insanely high standards, and it was driving Asahi insane. So he, politely, excused himself and her from the nice lady showing them this current spectacular home, and gently pulled Dove aside.
"…Babe, listen to me. I know what you're thinking…"
"Yeah, don't like it."
"Why?!" he almost begged her for an answer, "Every single one of these houses look amazing, they are in great neighborhoods, super centric, and they are huge! Please, please tell me you are not genuinely looking to buy a manor to compete with Erina."
"And what if I want that?!" she shot back, arms crossed against her chest, her eyes sharp, and he hated how with just one look he was already a mess because this girl was stunning and he couldn't quite fake it. Never managed to at that. "Am I not worthy of having a… Dillinger Manor, so to speak?"
He laughed, "You are worthy of that and more babe, but like, Erina herself hates how big that mansion of hers is. We're not going to enjoy wasting a bunch of money to buy a place where it'll be a miracle if we bump into one another…"
"I mean, we'll be sharing a bed, so we'll definitely bump into –"
"Dove, damn it, I am so, so not used to having to be the mature one in any circumstance," Asahi quickly interrupted her, and at his peeved expression she just laughed, "And come on. You always used to say you much preferred small and cozy over… just massive and empty. And I want to get this right, for you, for Baby Ruth…"
At this Dove gave pause, her eyes on him, and she slowly sighed. It was true. It was weird having him be the mature one. But… when he spoke that softly, about her needs and especially about their baby's needs, well, she really couldn't argue it.
"…Fine," Dove finally relented, and Asahi saw the heavens. A bit prematurely at that, "But I have conditions!"
"…Okay?"
"First, it has to have four bedrooms minimum!"
"…But we're just three," Asahi mentioned, confused, "And one of us is literally three! And you and I will… hopefully share a room! Why do we need two more?!"
"Obviously one for my mom if she ever wants to stay over," she stated, and Asahi involuntary flinched. Milka Dillinger still scared the hell out of him. "Which, when she's not saying, we could offer Azami a chance…"
"I really don't think we're in the sharing a house stage of forgiveness yet…"
"Grudge much?"
"I mean, he made me break up with you, so yeah," Asahi just noted, and Dove pouted, but relented.
"Whateves, anyways, and, of course, the fourth room has to be fully prepared, decorated and stocked for Loren," she demanded, and Asahi just felt his eye twitch.
"…W-Why can't the kiddo just stay in the third room whenever you mom isn't there…?"
"Baby gets his own room!"
"Okay fine!" Asahi raised his hands in surrender, "Four rooms it is… So, considering this house, I would say…"
"Oh, no, not this one."
"Eh?" Asahi just blurted out, "But it has four rooms."
"Yeah, but the Master Bedroom is kinda lacking in… pizazz."
"…Since when is that a factor?" Asahi asked, confused, "We never really cared about any of that. You've always been more of a roses and chocolates type of girl as opposed to jewelry and fancy stuff, so why…?"
"Hmm? Oh, but the Master Bedroom ain't for us."
"Eh?"
"That's the room we'll be giving Loren!"
Asahi could swear he felt something in him break.
"You've got to be kidding me!"
And all Dove did was laugh it up, which left him utterly confused if she was just teasing him or if she really meant it. Knowing this crazy girl, and how much she babied that boy, she might as well. Oh, what a predicament he had signed up for…
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Drabble #18 / 101: "Bring your pretty little butt over here."
Pairing: Loren / Nao
Three-to-nothing.
Winner: Soma Yukihira
"It wasn't –!"
"Oh shove it!" Loren barked, interrupting Soma mid-celebration, and the younger boy shot him a massive glare, "You didn't hold back at all!" Loren cried out, pointing at Soma with his knife, but the other Polar Stars were at least assured he wouldn't try to stab him… probably.
"Hey, we need to toughen you up for your Autumn Elections," Soma countered, smirking at Loren, "I'm not holding back against Mitsuru either, and Erina and Alice have been relentless against Berta and Cilla, and from what Tadokoro tells me, Akira has been even rougher on Raymond. You have a pretty packed year Loren, if you trail behind, you're not gonna make the cut."
Loren glared and pouted at Soma, utterly annoyed, but, yeah, he knew. He had a host of the First Years all gunning for him, as all this talk about whether he was a traitor or not, and if his super high grades were warranted or not, had effectively placed a target on his back.
He knew Soma meant well, even if he could swear this was the guy getting back at him for his own Polar Star Dorm entrance test way back when. Regardless, Yuuki, Zenji and Madoka had all voted for Soma, and deep down, Loren knew he didn't stand a chance. So he'd relent…
…which is why, later, he stayed in the kitchen, cookbook open, going over as many recipes as he could, trying to remember the way he saw Soma cook. Or Dove cook. Or even… how that man cooked…
He shook his head. That… That wasn't ideal anymore.
"Got your butt whooped, eh?"
Loren just frowned, and turned to the bewitching girl standing by the entrance, smirking at him, her trademark hair covering one of her eyes, looking like the cute little witch she was.
"It was closer than before," Loren argued, "By which I mean, I dueled fairly. I could have won if I had been allowed to add bleach into his sauce prep."
"As… innovative as that sounds," Nao noted, pushing herself off the doorframe, and stepping towards Loren and his practice craft, "Do try not to poison any of your competitors or the judges. Horror stereotype as I may be, I am not the kind of girl who will date a boy behind bars."
"Only illegal if I get caught…"
"Loren."
"I'm kidding," he noted, and when he saw her move away, her eyes on all the ingredients he had laid out, he gave a pause, his eyes scanning her frame for a moment. He sometimes forgot, but the girl had quite the figure, when she bothered to even showcase it at least. So, with a small smirk, he added, "Hey… Bring your pretty little butt over here."
Nao paused, turning to him, her visible red eye wide, and her face just as crimson. She quickly placed her hands on her rear, and pouted. "H-Hey! No pervy stuff! What is it with you and my butt?!"
"It is your best feature darling," he noted with the same smirk, "But, that's not it… not this time at least. Give me some more pointers. I want… to try and make a new dish in your style."
"O-Oh… okay, fine, I guess…"
And Nao walked up to her new boyfriend, and despite her blush, began to practice with him and give her all the help he needed and then some. Because he had saved her when she needed it most, and she'd be damned if she ever let anyone hurt him. Over her cold, dead corpse…
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Drabble #19 / 101: "Is that what I think it is?"
Pairing: Aisha / Kanon
Ikumi had slowly gotten used to staying over at the Akintola Culinary Academy. It wasn't all that different from Tootsuki, just a little more… refined, in a way. Less bloodthirsty she would suppose, but again, since she was being outright treated like a princess, given how she was dating the Heir and was currently rooming with the baby of the school. It was surreal, but she enjoyed it, but things certainly got loud when a certain, other little princess arrived.
"You promised me a full tour, today!" little Kanon, arms crossed against her chest, starring firmly at her little boyfriend, demanded.
"I have classes!" Aisha shot back, pouting, and this was way too adorable for Ikumi to handle. She just sat back on the bed, and watched the most adorable puppy ship she had ever witnessed just bicker away. It kinda made her miss Soma and Erina. "You're on vacation, I'm not! After the Intercontinental Shokugeki, I'm way, way behind! I promised you a tour, yes, but it can wait until…"
"See? You took a few weeks off and now you can't catch up," Kanon just snarked, and Aisha felt his eye twitch. But then she went for the jugular, "Funny. Big brother Soma is doing just fine, and he missed out just as much as you did, with way more Shokugeki duels at that. You dueled what? Three times? And you lost one of them at that."
"Hey!" Aisha barked, "I'm the youngest competitor of that thing! Soma himself said it that if we had been the same age he would have lost to me!"
"He was being nice and humble," Kanon shot back, and wow, did this girl sound like Erina, "Something you clearly… are not."
"…Why did I invite you over…?"
"Cause you're my… boy… thing… you know," Kanon tried, but blushed midway, and Aisha blushed too, and Ikumi was struggling not to just hug them both. Kanon managed to push on through however, "B-Besides, if I do plan of applying to this school, you did promise me to teach me stuff so I could get in."
"Yeah, yeah…" he noted with a sigh, "Alright, fine, I'll skip class and show you around, just this once! So behave!"
Kanon gave him a mock salute, while Ikumi sat back up, and eyed the kids. "…Skipping, eh? Aren't you a little too young for that sort of mischief?"
"It'll be fine Ikumi-onee-chan," Aisha spoke to her, using that baby voice of his she knew he knew got to her, "I'm talented enough to catch up quickly, unlike what some people believe…"
"Less self-praising, more proper guiding," Kanon argued, and Ikumi laughed when she saw how Aisha just sighed again and took hold his jacket and walked out of the room with Kanon following closely behind him. Ikumi could hear their little voices, as they walked away, with little Kanon asking, "Is that what I think it is?"
"Yeah! Our Academy's mascot!"
"…That's a real tiger…"
"I know! He's so cute! Wanna cuddle with him?"
"W-What?! No! Aisha! Do not open that cage! Aisha! Stop! Big Sis Ikumi!"
…and there went whatever alone time she could have had, Ikumi noted with a heavy sigh.
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Drabble #20 / 101: "Is that real?"
Pairing: Soma / Erina
Dating Erina Nakiri had always been a surreal experience. It had been so on the cruise, back at Tootsuki, all the way in New York, and especially during the Intercontinental Shokugeki. That never lost its luster, but now, it was something else. Because now, whenever they went out in public, Erina made sure to show off the pretty little ring on her finger every, single, opportunity she got, and man did that get a lot of looks, and a lot of people desperate for the scoop and drama. Which, for Soma, was kinda a dumb notion. The drama was done. Everything was settled. All they had to do now was graduate and compete in the BLUE. No big deal… right?
But, as they sat down at one of the restaurants Erina had scheduled for a tasting that day, she had struck up a conversation, which already was rare for her, with the waitress, and the sheer glee in which the young girl took note of the ring was something else.
"Wait… Is that real? Like, an actual engagement ring?" the waitress asked, her eyes almost stars, and Erina gave the brightest smile when she nodded and replied.
"Yes, my boyfriend and I don't have any specific date planned… yet, but," she seemed to savor every word, "Possibly after we graduate and win the BLUE, right… Soma?"
"Y-Yeah, sure," he tried his best. Why was this making him nervous all the sudden. He had proposed to her, not the other way around. So why was it, that whenever she mentioned it, it somehow felt more and more real to him? Like it was getting closer. And it wasn't like…
"Does it bother you I show it off?"
…And she could read him like a book. Best not forget that. But Soma shook his head.
"No, not that," he admitted, in earnest, "Nothing you do bothers me. It's just, I know, it's not… what you deserve. The idea of us, so soon, and with a ring from…"
"You insult your late mother's ring I will slap you."
"I'm not!" he argued, "I love the ring too. I just mean, I don't want you to feel like we're rushing things."
"I don't feel that, at all," Erina replied, and the softer tone she used made him pause, "I love you, and I'm no longer afraid to say it. You helped me. Saved me. Protected me. And I am finally, finally happy and able to decide what I want. I wouldn't trade this for the world. And I hope…"
She gave a small pause, and he looked at her, since her body language was… different.
"…you don't decide to trade me away."
He didn't even hesitate.
"I would never," Soma shot back, firmly, "I can't even picture myself without you, like, at all. You tried to dump me remember, not the other way around."
"I was in turmoil!"
"And I stuck around," he noted, "And I always will. No matter what it takes."
She gave a soft laugh.
"Even graduating top of our school year?" Erina asked, teasingly.
"As long as you don't get mad when I graduate in the First Seat and you in the Second."
"Oh please… and… even win BLUE, for me?"
"…Tell you what. I won't just win BLUE, I'll publicly propose, again, with an actual date for the wedding this time, during my victory speech at BLUE."
This made Erina give pause, and she blushed a bit, averting her eyes for a second. He laughed a bit, because he loved that reaction. And Erina bit her tongue. Because she knew. She knew who would be in BLUE. About how rare it was for students to even get invited into BLUE. About how never in the history of BLUE has a student ever won. Only graduates with several years of actual restaurant experience ever do. But, she bit her tongue, because like always… she believed him when he promised her these impossible things.
"…Yeah, let's do that," she announced, and it was the beginning of something neither of them could have ever anticipated, "Let's conquer the big, bad BLUE… together."
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