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Have you got colour in your cheeks?
Do you ever get that fear that you can't shift
The type that sticks around like something in your teeth?
Are there some aces up your sleeve?
Have you no idea that you're in deep?
I dreamt about you nearly every night this week
Takumi couldn’t recall when this all started. Whether it be during their first duel, or all the times he was left absolutely speechless during competitions, all he knew was that he was in deep. Deep for Yukihira Souma. There are times when it drove Takumi crazy. When he would wake in the middle of the night, the feeling of the redhead’s ghost hands still lingering on his skin. He sucks in breaths until he relaxes enough to lay back down and calm his jumbled thoughts into one coherent thought. ‘Souma. Souma.’ He couldn’t keep him out no matter what, so he opts for repeating his name like a soft mantra, until he drifts off.
(Do I wanna know)
If this feeling flows both ways?
(Sad to see you go)
Was sort of hoping that you'd stay
(Baby we both know)
That the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can't say tomorrow day
It’s always after their silly impromptu showdowns that they are stuck doing dishes and cleaning the kitchen. These are the times Souma finds it hardest to concentrate on his tasks, passing snippy remarks back and forth and promises of more cook offs. He often has to hold back promises for things that would probably make the blonde scream. His eyes lingered on the curve of Takumi’s neck as he scrubs away at dishes. At times he finds himself wanting to reach out to touch the skin of his nape, feel the smooth skin then trail his hands up into the blonde’s hair and figure out if it’s as soft as it looks. It’s in the heat of arguments he wants to see if he can whisper his feelings without interrupting the Italian’s yelling.
“I’m heading to my room. You just have to mop, right? You’ll be okay alone?” He heard Takumi ask and he realized while being lost in his thoughts he was only half way through mopping.
“Ah. Yeah. Goodnight, Takumi.”
“Goodnight, Yukihira.” This was accompanied by fleeting footsteps.
“Wait. Takumi.” Souma heard himself say. He froze and he bit his lip, noticing the other had stopped and tensed up. He relaxed himself, managing a neutral expression for the other.
“Yukihira. It’s 2 am. Did you have anything to say, or are you just wasting my time?” Souma gave him a long stare before turning around again, beginning his mopping. He considered saying the words he kept locked up in his head, to spew his feelings, but instead he decides its not the right time. “Yeah, I just wanted to take a few more seconds from you.”
He watched as the other flushed in anger, and stomped his foot. “Goodnight!” He said and hurried off.
Crawling back to you
Ever thought of calling when you've had a few?
'Cause I always do
Maybe I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new
Now I've thought it through
Crawling back to you
There were countless confessions. Girls and boys alike, searching to catch the hearts of Takumi Aldini and Yukihira Souma. Each time, rejection followed and rumors surged, wondering if the boys were too in love with cooking to have eyes for anything else. Though most knew this wasn't the case, it was hard to believe there wasn't at least someone either boys wanted to date. Yukihira Souma had been cornered and run dry with questions at the Polar Star Dormitory. He stayed silent for most of it, just giving a offering a grin.
“Yukihira-kun, are you afraid of being rejected?” He heard from one of his dorm mates. He raised a brow and settled his eyes on Megumi Tadokoro. She raised her hands and her cheeks colored red. “Ah! Sorry! U-um, I just think you do like someone. Someone in particular but maybe y-you don’t know how they feel about you?” She suggested and the others nodded in agreement to her words.
“I might have overstepped a boundary i-i’m sorr-“
“Man! I’m starving. Anyone wanna whip something up with me?” He called out as he headed back into the kitchen. He missed the worried glances at his retreating form.
He closed the kitchen door and rested against it, taking his phone out and eyed the text message he had from the object of his affection.
“Have a moment? I have a question.” 7:54 pm
“Never mind, it was stupid…” 7:58 pm
“Just because I text you, it doesn’t mean we’re not rivals! Don’t get anything mixed up!!!!” 8:00 pm
Souma lingered over the messages, his thumb hovering over the call button. He sighed deeply and slid his phone into his pocket. He tightened his bandana onto his head and started on a dish, his mind on cerulean eyes, blonde hair and blushes.
So have you got the guts?
Been wondering if your heart's still open and if so I wanna know what time it shuts
Simmer down and pucker up
I'm sorry to interrupt. It's just I'm constantly on the cusp of trying to kiss you
I don't know if you feel the same as I do
But we could be together if you wanted to
“I have to talk to you.”
“Huh? Wai- Yukihira! Let go, where are you taking me?” The smaller Italian yelled and tried to yank his arm back, not being able to fight off the stronger boy too well. He was dragged into an empty kitchen. He felt his heart beat speed up when the red haired boy closed the door and leaned against it, looking at him through serious eyes.
“What’s this about? Do you think I messed with something of yours, or tried stealing one of your tools, because I’ll have you know I would nev-“
“Takumi. Do you like me?”
He felt himself sputter short on his words and a fresh shade of dark red coloring his cheeks. “Wh-what makes you think that?”
“I’ve just been thinking, is all.” He stepped forward, walking slowly towards Takumi. The blonde flushed and backed up, stopping only when he felt his back hit one of the prep tables. He looked down at the table and then back up at Yukihira. Said boy leaned forward, putting a hand on the counter top, resting it close to Takumi’s hip and his face coming closer and closer to the smaller blonde’s. Takumi closed his eyes and shuddered when he felt the other’s breath fanning over his cheek. He could practically feel Yukihira in front of him, exchanging breaths. Takumi dared to open his eyes a little and look up at the other.
“W-… Souma.” He whispered shakily and he heard a sharp inhale before he felt lips on his own. It was a hard press on the lips, not much else passing between them, the shock too much for Takumi. He pulled back and touched his lips, his cheeks coloring even darker if possible.
“I’m taking that as a yes.”
“I-idiot! What if someone s-saw!”
“Takumi.” Souma interrupted, smiling. “I like you.”
“I hate you!” He said and stomped his foot, trying to will away the pout he just knew was resting upon his lips.
“Takumi, you’re cute.”
“I swear i’ll-!” He was stopped with another pair of lips and his eyes shut quickly, his hand coming up to grip the other’s shirt. He made a soft noise when Souma’s lips started moving against his own. He trembled a bit as he tried to keep pace with the other, moving his lips in the pace the redhead has set for them. He gasped softly when he felt a hand in his hair and made a strangled moan when a tongue slid against his.
Souma pulled back and licked his lips, a smug smirk working its way on his face. “Did you have sweets? You taste good.”
“Just shut up and kiss me more.” Came the breathy response.