A/N: Question: will anyone be interested in a Takumi X OC fic?
Anyway i tried to make it nsfw but failed 😅 tho i think its kinda cute. This is 3.5K words long, so hope yall enjoy!
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"Are we doing anything next week?" Yukihira Souma questions as he barges inside the room. He looked much more better ever since that visit from Ayano a few days ago. He did better with the paper work, he was much more enthusiastic.
All members inside the room shot him a curious look. What was he trying to get to now?
".. Something might come up," Isshiki answers for everyone else with the usual smile on his face.
"You got any plans?" Hayama asks curiously, lifting an eyebrow at the redhead.
"Sort of. Where's Arato?" Souma looks around the room, looking for the pink haired assistant of Nakiri Erina.
Hayama sighs, "She's with Nakiri. Need something?"
"Well.." He rubs the nape of his neck, "I kinda need your help with something."
Everyone inside the room felt their stomach twist. What did Yukihira Souma need help with?
".. It's Aya's birthday somewhere next week," Souma began to explain, looking up at the ceiling.
"Oh, that's right!" Isshiki agrees whilst nodding his head.
Nene Kinokuni narrows her eyes on the redhead. "What does that exactly have to do with us?"
And so Souma tells them his thoughts about the event. He wanted to surprise her, but wasn't sure of what to actually do. It seemed so out of character of him to ask, but he really wanted to do something for Ayano because she's been through a lot ever since they were first years.
Hayama shrugs his shoulders. "Can't you just ask her what she likes, and then get it for her?" He suggests plainly.
Isshiki chuckles, "Have you tried that with Arato-kun?" He muses almost all too dangerously for the second year.
Kinokuni sighs heavily at the two. It seems like there always someone in the council who liked to banter with another. She had enough of Eizan and Kuga during her first and second year, and now Hayama is the target of Isshiki to tease from time to time. It was like a never ending cycle, something the council is known for.
"What does Hirashima need the most right now? You should start with that," finally, the braided female answers the question.
And so the brainstorming began..
In the Hirashima Household
"Take the whole day off. No, the whole week."
"Dad, I can't just do that!" Ayano protested tiredly to her father.
Right about now, the two siblings were discussing with their father the plans for next week. Koutarou has been suggesting that Ayano should take a break from her restaurant, and he'll take it from there.
Saito inhales, exhaling deeply afterwards. "You need it, Ayano," he deadpans seriously.
Ayano stares at him as if he was crazy. Of course, he wouldn't know how she feels. He isn't the head of the restaurant their mother had left behind. Though she stopped herself from saying that.
The last thing she needed was to quarrel with her brother.
"Have fun. Enjoy your youth," Koutarou says this, and Ayano shot him a look this time. "I could pay for all your expenses. Do you want to go to another city? A beach? Or maybe fly to another country?"
"Do you seriously expect me to leave suddenly? This is what you and mom wanted from the start; it was why I left Tootsuki. I won't abandon it," Ayano declares, looking at her father's eyes.
Koutarou shook his head in disagreement. "I believe you're taking this too far. I am only asking you to take some rest, leave it to me."
"I don't have a reason to leave," Ayano retorts back stubbornly. She's been a bit too head strong lately.
Saito perks up. Was she looking for a reason to take a break? He has everything covered, if that's the case.
"You could celebrate with Souma-nii, if that reassures you," Saito pipes in after moments of the father and daughter duo's bantering.
Both stared at the younger male. Koutarou smiles, agreeing and seeing the point of his son. And, Ayano was suddenly quiet.
"Oh? Are you actually thinking about it?" Saito teasingly asks, looking at his sister to see her reaction. The male looks at his father, "Dad, it's a yes. They need a venue--.."
"Saito!!"
Saito never heard the end of Ayano's scolding.
**
Late in the evening, around midnight Ayano's phone had exploded with tons of notifications. The young chef just took a shower, and she was shocked to see all the messages from her old classmates back in Tootsuki.
She smiles, and replied to every single one of them.
Yoshino Yuuki: Hirashima-chi!! 😁😄 shall we go somewhere to celebrate your birthday? I was thinking of treating you at a cafe if youre free next week [received at 12: 14 AM]
Reply: that sounds nice. I'll check my sched [sent at 12: 16 AM]
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Tadokoro Megumi: Are you free next week, Ayano-chan? The Nakiri cousins and I are going to have a shopping spree before summer break ends 😊 [received at 12: 15 AM]
Reply: I've been thinking of buying a few things. Sure, I'll text you when I'm free. Tell the Nakiri cousins my thanks [sent at 12: 22 AM]
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Sakaki Ryoko: youre probably busy next week but is it fine for you and me to catch up? We could have some sort of make over for your special day!! [received at 12: 21 AM]
Reply: I'm interested in a hair make over maybe? I haven't tried doing this with a friend so this should be fun [sent at 12: 25 PM]
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Takumiii: what would you like for your birthday? Isami and I are thinking of buying you a gift. [received at 12: 18 AM]
Reply: you don't need to [sent at 12: 24 AM]
Takumiii: will tea do for you? Or maybe a notebook to jot down new recipes? [received at 12: 27 AM]
Reply: maybe a new set of vanilla flavor will do. Have it in color black to keep it plain and simple if that's what you want [sent at 12: 28 AM]
Takumiii: anything else? Like something you could wear or possible keep for memories sake? [received at 12: 30 AM]
Reply: I would rather receive a gift card from you and Isami to be able to keep it [sent at 12: 31 AM]
And just when Ayano thought that it was all over and she could go to sleep in peace, her phone had rang.
She exhales through her nose. But when she sees the name of the person who was calling, she couldn't help but smile.
"Hello?" Once answering the call, she laid on her bed comfortably.
".. Yo. How's it been?" Souma, as usual, was nonchalant about everything.
"Are you calling me to ask me if I'm free next week? If so, I am totally free," Ayano laughs at her own remark.
"Oh, I'm fine thanks for asking," Souma had replied back sarcastically.
Then, both had laughed for a few moments.
"But seriously, are you alright?" Souma breaks the ice again.
"Dad wants me to take a break."
"That's good isn't? I heard you and the others are going out next week."
"Well, yes. But I'm not sure of leaving the restaurant for awhile."
"It'll be fine."
"You don't know that."
".... Okay, maybe I don't. But it's your birthday. Live a little."
Ayano sighs at the statement thrown at her.
"Because I want to spend time with you, too. It's been so long--"
"Barely two weeks."
"Two weeks! That's a long time already."
"You're such a sap."
"But I miss you.."
Ayano smiles at his words. He never fails to amaze her. ".. I miss you, too," she says after a few moments of silence.
"See? Even you can't handle being away from me."
She could practically hear the smirk in his voice. It was astounding.
"So what do you have in mind?" She changes the subject to avoid embarrassing herself.
"That's a secret!~"
"Not even going to tell me what to wear? What if I wear something too casual or fancy--"
"Okay, okay," Souma doesn't let her continue. "Just wear somethin' semi.. Formal, aight? It's nothing grand. You don't even have to wear a dress!"
"Coming from you, it's quite hard to believe."
"Ouch," Souma fakes to be hurt by her words, "Is that how you see me?"
"You're a sneaky man, Souma."
".. At least I'm a handsome sneaky man," Souma snickers, seeing the opportunity to tease Ayano.
When the female doesn't respond for a few moments, the redhead knew he had won. He had flustered her yet again.
"Oi, Aya? You still there? Hope you didn't die while thinking of me."
"I'm going to hang u--"
"Wait, don't! I was joking!"
Next week
All preparations were already made for Souma's plan. Ayano had been distracted, well dressed and totally prepared for the evening-- or so she thought.
Ayano had been sort of forced to wear a really cute outfit hand picked by Nakiri Alice herself. She did it looked nice, but not on her. But the longer she wore it, the more she thought that Alice was right.
A plain white blouse tucked underneath a plaid black and white circular skirt, black tights and ankle boots with one inched heels inside them to have her taller. And, thanks to Sakaki, Ayano also had a hair cut; one that had her bangs trimmed and her hair cut about less than two inches below her shoulders.
Where does the date take place? Good question, because Ayano herself doesn't know either.
The only thing she knew was that she had to wait for her date to pick her up at the mall. Ayano just stood by the entrance, awaiting for her boyfriend. A few times, there would be some people asking her if she was okay and if her date stood her up, but she protested with a smile.
Then again, the longer she stood, the more she thought that they were right. However, she did her best to push any negative away. Souma wouldn't plan something and then just leave her all alone.
Would he? No way.. He's probably running a bit late. That's what Ayano is thinking right now.
And then, finally, she saw him. How could she not? His red hair is quite hard to miss. She would spot him a mile away if she could.
Souma sported a black and gray elbow sleeved top, plain black casual pants with maroon colored vans. He looked much more different, much more normal than ever.
"Hey, Aya," Souma greeted his girlfriend leisurely. "Did I make you wait? Sorry 'bout that," he sends her a boyish smile as he apologizes.
Ayano shook her head with a small smile, being the mature one. "It was worth it."
Damn right she was. It was worth preparing everything and having everyone help out. His girlfriend didn't look her age, at all; at least two years older than her actual age.
"You hungry?" Souma had asked, taking slow steps forward to gesture her to follow him.
The female follows his lead. "That does depend on what we're dining. I'm craving for your cooking."
Souma chuckles, taking her hand in his sweetly. "Alright, then. I've got food at my place, is that fine?" He looks at her to see the expression on her face when he asked the question, wanting to see how would she react.
Her heart races in nervous, but she tells herself to calm down. It's just dinner at his place, no big deal.
".. Yeah," Ayano answers plainly, nodding her head yes to him.
The redhead squeezes her hand, as if checking if this was all real. He discreetly lets out a shaky breath to himself. To be honest, he himself is also nervous, but he wouldn't want to show that.
"By the way," he began again, swinging their hands slightly, "Happy Birthday, Ayano."
**
From the second that Souma had arrived and taken Ayano, she had been having the best time. They talked, made jokes, held hands; actually showing the world that they are together. Not even Ayano's drop out from Tootsuki would separate them.
At Yukihira, there was already a table and food ready to be eaten. All they needed to do was take a seat, uncover the food and dig in. That's what they did.
Souma fessed that he cooked all the food by himself. He had made Ayano's favorites; shrimp dishes and also lemongrass flavored tea.
Everything went well; not too romantic or too casual, something in between that Ayano absolutely loved. It was something only Souma was able to do, something in whatever way he can that was so him.
When dinner was over, Souma took Ayano up to the rooftop of his home. It wasn't exactly cemented, more like a deep roof kind; though it is stable.
As both male and female sat down, looking at the stars above, Souma moves his head to stare at Ayano.
".. Is there anything you want for your birthday?" Souma asked curiously, head tilted.
Ayano looks at him with a blank face, thinking. All she wanted was to spend time with him, but something more would be nice as well.
"Spending time with you is more than enough," Ayano sweetly answers, placing her hand on top of Souma's own.
The redhead hums, looking back up again. He focuses not on what he sees, but what he is feeling. The atmosphere around them, comforting and quiet, had suddenly done something to him. The closeness of Ayano and her hand on his is a major factor as well, but he wouldn't admit anything to her.
Ayano's lays her head on Souma's shoulder, and she takes notice of his silence. It's quite odd, but she didn't say anything for awhile. She just held their joined hands together, staring at them as if they were the most interesting things in the world.
"Souma," moments later, Ayano called, "Are you alright?"
Souma nodded off, mind elsewhere. ".. Just thinkin'," he responded.
"About?" Ayano presses on, genuinely curious.
His bright colored eyes locked with her own, and he grins cheekily. "You."
Saying that it surprised Ayano would have been an understatement. For some reason she couldn't comprehend, his expression had sent her stomach in twirls and flips. It would usually mean that she loved it, but now she wasn't sure what are the twirls and flips for.
Hearing no response, Souma had faced her with his head tilted. His eyes are searching hers, finding no fear in them. Then it traveled to her eyelashes, her eyebrows, her nose and finally to her pink colored lips.
Ayano watches all this with curiosity and hidden excitement. Suddenly, the atmosphere grew a bit warm and she felt herself sweating under his gaze.
Souma's eyes look back into Ayano's, as if asking for permission. When he saw her head nod, and her lips part, he swooped down to have his lips on hers.
It was chaste, innocent and sweet.
Souma pulls away, laying his forehead on Ayano's own whilst they regain their breathing.
As Ayano unlaced her hand with Souma's, she had both of her arms wrapped loosely around his neck. They unblinkingly gazed at each other, before Ayano had the urge to pull him in again. She gives in, and has his lips on hers once again.
Now it wasn't as chaste as before. There's want and desire.
It's Souma who has the decency to pull away this time. He breaks the kiss, panting, and he gulps the lump in his throat.
Ayano realizes what she's done, and she flushes bright red. "I.. I.. Sorry.." She stammers, finding no words to say.
Souma's heart and mind are still racing, though he acts too casual about it. He takes her hand, kissing the top, and also kissing Ayano's forehead to calm her. "Should we get inside?" He asks to chance topics.
It's only then does the female realize that it's getting quite chilly. She timidly nodded her head, and gets dragged by Souma back inside his home.
"Do you want to go home?" Souma asks again, coming to a stop.
She squeezes his hand tightly, beginning to feel her stomach go crazy and wild again. She isn't as calm and cool headed as before; she's lost about half of it.
When Ayano hears his chuckle, she gets pulled again. "Don't you have work?"
"I have the whole week off.." She betrays herself by not so dicreetly impying that she wanted to stay. The hand that Souma held began to sweat, and she knows that he's noticed it.
He surprises her by acting fine with it. As if he was expecting all this. "You wanna stay over? That's fine, too."
"Why.. Why are you acting fine with all of this?" Ayano asks this time, not stammering at all.
"Because no one comes here," Souma responded, "Pops doesn't usually come home. He must be in some other country now, cooking. We'll be alone."
Alone? Ayano's mind echoed.
They reached a room, Souma's very own bedroom. The male had brought out clothes for them to change in, not wanting for his girlfriend to wear her current outfit to bed-- even though the said outfit did wonders to his mind and heart. He didn't want her to feel uncomfortable.
Ayano wore one of Souma's shirts, and pajama pants that he doesn't use anymore.
"You feeling okay with what you're wearing?" Souma asks in concern, looking at the female.
Ayano slowly nodded her head. She's finally calmed down a bit, but she couldn't help but feel expectant of something to happen later on.
Souma stood in front of her, face serious. "Are you seriously okay?"
Ayano nodded again, failing to send him a smile to reassure him.
"It's not about the kiss earlier, is it?" The question had the female stiffen slightly, and Souma doesn't fail to see this. "Are you okay? It wasn't bad, right?"
".. N-No!" Ayano chuckles, shaking her head like a kid. "I'm fine, really. The kiss.. The kiss isn't bothering me!" She tells him, red hue on her cheeks.
Souma smirks at the last comment. "Let's test it."
Her face turns red all over, matching a tomato almost perfectly. Those three simple words sent her stomach, mind and heart crazy and wild. What she hated to admit, was that she's actually looking forward to it.
The redhead takes a step forward, using one hand to pull her into him by the nape of her neck.
The kiss, this time, is filled with joy and cheekiness and chaste.
Ayano placed both of her hands on his torso, pulling away when she felt the lack of air in her lungs.
Souma laid his forehead on hers again, eyes filled with love. "You're cute," he commented nonchalantly.
Face becoming red again, Ayano lightly slaps his chest. "You tease!" She exclaims in embarrasment.
"You're a tease," Souma retorted back, closing his eyes and sighing.
"Hah?" Now, Ayano is confused because of what Souma had just said.
"I rarely see you. But when I do, you always look really.. Nice," he's careful with his words, discreetly gulping.
The blush rises again. Ayano can feel the heat on her cheeks, and she shies away. "I don't know what you're talking about.."
Souma turns serious, no playfullness evident in his eyes. He placed one hand beside Ayano's head on the wall behind her, and the other took ahold of one of her hands and brought it to where his heart is.
Ayano could feel his pulse race a bit faster than average. She looks up at the redhead curiously, waiting for him to say something.
"I may sound weird, but it's true when I say that you do things to me. You wearing my clothes right now is really distracting, I mean really distracting."
Ayano dampens her lips with her tongue, feeling it become dry.
Souma's head falls on her shoulder with a long and heavy sigh. He utters something, but the female couldn't understand anything.
"Pardon?"
".. I said," Souma lifts his head, his chin on her shoulder, "Don't do that directly in front of me.."
The nervousness slowly disappears. This new Souma is actually really cute and flustered. Ayano is amused.
"Alright, Souma," she says, "It's time to go to bed. You're absolutely tired."
When Souma doesn't move, Ayano took the initiative to slowly walk to where the bed positioned. With the redhead around her, she made sure to be careful in laying him down on the bed.
Back against the mattress, Souma boldly grabbed Ayano's wrist to pull her to him. That didn't go as planned, because the female loses her footing and lands on her knees above the redhead.
"I thought you said it's time for bed?" Souma teasingly asks his girlfriend with an amused expression on his face.
"You pulled me," Ayano retorted back, slowly but carefully lowering herself on the bed.
Souma childishly pouted when he didn't get what he wanted.
Ayano notices, and she giggles. "What are you pouting about?"
Souma acts like a child, not getting what he wants. In his chibi form, he grumbled, ".. I wanted a kiss."
"You"ve had plenty," Ayano counters sassily.
"I want more," Souma continues to act like a child, folding his arms.
Ayano smiles, placing a kiss on his forehead. Then, on his nose and cheek.
"More." His demand has Ayano shaking her head.
"On your birthday, I'll give you all the kisses you want," Ayano vows without much care, thinking that she's dealing with a real toddler.
Souma perks up, "Are you serious?"
"We'll see."
Souma grins, placing his hand on the side of Ayano's face. "Prepare tons of kisses for me, Aya."
"You're such a baby," she rolls her eyes.
"I am a baby, your baby."
"That doesn't make sense."
Her obliviousness has Souma rolling his eyes. He wraps his arms around her and pulls her into a hug. "Whatever, let's go to sleep. I'll bring you to the dorm tomorrow."
"Why?" Ayano slightly whines.
"Because you have the whole week off," Souma cheekily responded, "I'll have you all to myself for the whole week."
"Idiot, the others will want to see me, too."
"I can arrange that."