A Dish Just for You

Chapter 2: The Interview

Third Person POV:

Erina looked out the window as she waited in the room. After a few minutes, there was a knock on the door. Erina smiled, "Come in." The door opened to reveal Y/N. He walked inside and looked at her, "Principal Nakiri, why did you ask to see me? Is it in regards to what occurred yesterday?" Erina thought, 'You bet your ass it has to do with what happened yesterday.' She cleared her throat and turned to him with a smile, "No, not at all. I was just talking to some people and it was decided that we needed to interview potential candidates to replace the Council of Ten members that'll be graduating this year."

Y/N said, "The Council of Ten. I see." Erina nodded, "Yes. So, if you'd just take a seat, we can begin the interview." Y/N furrowed his brows, "You cannot be considering me for a position." Erina said, "Of course. You're an excellent student and more calm and collected than the current members. I think that you'll make an excellent addition to the Council." Internally, she thought, 'Yeah right. I'll make you pay for yesterday. Just let your guard down and I'll embarrass you like no one's business."

Y/N said, "I'll have to decline." Erina was shocked. She had not expected him to decline the chance to be a part of the Council, even if it was a lie. Most students would give anything to be a part of the Council. Erina stuttered, "B-b-b-but, why?! Why wouldn't you want to join the Council. Surely you're aware of the power they hold." 

Y/N nodded, "Of course I am. However, I do not wish to join for those very reasons. The Council seats are often sought after, so the members are always challenged to Shokugeki. It would be bothersome if that happened. Besides, my cooking skills are nowhere near skilled to be considered for the position." Erina said, "AH, but, you can improve on them using the resources given to the Council members." Y/N said, "No thank you. I'd rather improve my skills on my own, without any support. I'm happier that way." 

Erina slammed her hand on the table, "God dammit!! Just sit down so we can start the damn interview!!!" Y/N looked at her, "Shouldn't you lover, Souma Yukihira, be here?" That statement caused Erina to break down. She blushed deep red and started flailing about. She thought, 'What? Lover? Souma? As in, me and him? No way. I mean, he is nice and a good chef and he is someone I can depend on, but he's most certainly not my lover. How dare he presume such a thing?' Erina regained her composure and said, "Souma Yukihira is not my lover. He is merely..." She stopped herself when she realized that the boy was no longer there. Erina looked around the room and saw that the door was open. She ran outside and saw the H/C haired boy walking away.

Erina started chasing after him, calling his name. Once Y/N realized that she was chasing him, he started to walk even faster. Even though he was still walking, Erina couldn't catch up. After a few minutes, she stopped to catch her breathe. She looked up and saw that Y/N had also stopped and was staring at her. A tick mark appeared on her forehead, 'That damn bastard. He's mocking me now. It's like he's saying that he doesn't even need a head start to get away from me. And what the hell? Why is he so fast? He doesn't seem like the type to exercise or go to the gym. Why the hell is he so fast?' As she finished resting, she saw Y/N continue to walk away. 

Erina screamed, "Listen here Y/N L/N!!! I'm going to make you pay for what you did!!! You here me!!! Watch yourself because Erina Nakiri is going to get you!!!" 

Reader's POV:

I let out a sigh as I continued to walk away from Principal Nakiri. For some strange reason, she seemed upset with me, even though I had done nothing to cause her grief. In addition, she reacted poorly when I mentioned Souma Yukihira. Perhaps they were keeping their relationship a secret. All I really knew was that the two of them liked each other, and that was information that I had gotten from a classmate. Ring. I gasped, "Oh, well, speak of the devil." I took out my phone and answered the call, "Hello. Oh, yeah, I'll be there. I just had to take care of some personal business. Just make sure that you have all the ingredients ready for us to work with. Okay. Bye, Tadokoro." As I hung up, I continued my way to meet with my classmate, Megumi Tadokoro.