𝔽𝔸𝕋𝔼𝔻 ℂℍ𝔼𝔽𝕊 | ꜰᴏᴏᴅ ᴡᴀʀꜱ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

[ nakiri's cooking!! ]

It was getting rather late, and you could see the sun begin to set as you washed your hands. Ah, let's rewind slightly. Soma had mentioned how he had never tasted your cooking and was curious as to what'd it would be like. You took him up on his offer to cook for him, and was now currently in the kitchen of the polar star dormitory.

It was where Soma was staying. You pulled your hair up and away, and watched as Soma took a seat on a nearby table. He was curious and his eyes never left you as you walked around the kitchen. You playfully raised your eyebrows when you made eye contact with him. "So, um. What about them?" You asked the man, pointing towards the many dormitory memebers curiously watching you from afar.

Soma finally noticed them and laughed at their state. "They're a lil shy, just ignore 'em!" He says, as he attempted to call the group over but they refused. "Well then Yukihira, what shall I serve you?" You ask, although the question was more directed to yourself. Your mind scrolled through the many recipes you could make him, but you didn't know which would be deemed suitable enough.

You decided to experiment between two different cuisines. Soma curiously watched as you began gathering your ingredients. You quickly set to work soon after. You began by cutting up some chicken and then marinating your chicken. You placed the chicken in a mixture of yogurt, ginger-garlic paste, soya sauce, salt and numerous spices like chili powder, pepper and turmeric. And then you let the chicken sit in this marination.

The red haired boy's curiosity practically radiated off of him, he liked how swiftly you moved with ease as if you've been working in this kitchen for years despite just being there for 10 minutes. Along with Soma, the rest of the members of the Polar Star Dormitory were incredibly curious as to why THE Nakiri (Name) was in their kitchen and why she was cooking for Soma.

Meanwhile, you moved on to the your next step, where you sliced onions and jalapeños and began to fry them in oil and a little butter. You let it fry for a couple minutes, until it turned golden brown. And then you added tomato sauce and soy sauce to the vegetables. Along with a little bit of water. And mixed your newly made sauce.

Then, you began to mix rice flour and corn floor in a bowl. And turned on the stove for a pot full of oil. When the oil had boiled, you began to place your marinated chicken in the bowl of flour and made sure it was coated fully before beginning to fry it. And once it was fried you placed it onto your pan full of sauce and mixed it.

You began to plate soon after. And eventually you placed a bowl full of this chicken infront of Soma. "Tada! A bowl of my special Indo-Chinese Manchurian Chicken!" You presented, as Soma eyed the plate of food. Before he could even pick up his fork, the aroma hit him like a truck. The scent of tomato ketchup drowned in spicy chilli flakes.

Soma picked up his fork and took a bite of the chicken. The flavor danced on his tongue. Despite most of the flavor seeping into the piece, it was still crunchy and chewy, not soggy at all. Even with the level of spiciness, he found himself wanting to eat more and more.

There was no "too much" or "too little," everything was very well balanced. The more he ate, the more his tongue started to ache from the heat and spice. But Soma didn't stop. He couldn't. Not until it was all done. "Holy shit. This thing is insane." He spoke, as he began to put away the messy plates and aid in cleaning.

"It's so spicy to the point where I have to stop eating, but the flavor danced on my tongue, I couldn't stop!" He said with a grin. And it was true, Soma had tasted many dishes before, but nothing tasted like what you had just made. It was beyond delicious. Your body swelled with pride at his compliments and you couldn't help but grin back. "Guess I'll have no problem at the training camp of hell!"

You glanced back at Soma when you mentioned the training camp of hell. "Nah, it can't be that bad." He said, slightly thinking about the topic. The training camp of hell was a trip to the mountains for a few days. Each student is assigned with rigorous cooking trials everyday. And apparently, those who can't pass.. get expelled immediately.

"It's just Totsuki being competitive." You say, as you dried the last of the dishes. "Nothing we can't handle." You add on, as the male beside you grins in response. "Keep in mind, this might be the time where I surpass your cooking skills, Nakiri." Soma lightly says, his competitive nature rubbing off on you. "Oh yeah? Bring it on, Yukihira."

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[Soma's reaction to (Name)'s food ^]