Shokugeki No Soma One-Shots! (I TAKE REQUESTS)

Ryo x Reader x Hayama ~clumsy~ part 1

Request by: @Alpacca-chan

"Not surprised in the least. Nicely executed."

You wink at Hayama as you saunter past the losing side of the Shokugeki you had successfully won, pulling your hair loose from the bun that kept your hair out of your face.

"All because of those spices you lent me. Now I get to go home and sleeeeeep." You yawn, stretching your arms out as you sleepily glance at Hayama. "Off to Jun's office, again? I told you that you didn't need to come. I know you don't really like loud places."

Hayama scratched at his cheeks, feeling his cheeks begin to burn. "If it's alright, I'd like to see you home."

You tilt your head.

"Not in a weird way or anything." Hayama said rather quickly. "Tch. Girls like you shouldn't walk around at night."

"Girls like me...?" The head tilt is furthered as you take another step towards Hayama, pouting. "Is that an insult-ow!"

Hayama pulls his previously flicked finger back, scowling. You rub your forehead, tears in the corners of your eyes.

"That's abuse."

"Then don't say stupid things."

You puff your cheeks out, reaching up to flick his forehead before he skillfully catches your wrist before doing so. The beginning of a smirk tickles his lips as he watches you struggle.

"Masochist."

"Short-stuff."

"Ah you two are at it again. Hayama, stop abusing (Y/N)-Chan." Yukihira slices in between you and Hayama with his arm. "And (Y/N)-Chan...you can't do anything wrong so only you, Hayama, stop it."

You stick your tongue out playfully as Yukihira strokes your hair in a rather mother-like way. "Not to my innocent little (Y/N)-Chan."

An irk mark reveals itself on Hayama's forehead, rolling his eyes at the meddlesome redhead, watching you laugh at Soma's jokes.

"Tch. Whatever." Hayama turns on his heels to leave, and it isn't until you're out of the stadium that you catch up to him. Damn his long strides.

"Stop being angsty you big baby." You laugh, stepping in front of him. "Come on, I'll treat you to food. For my bestest friend ever."

"Bestest isn't a word."

"You're not a word."

He scoffs, patting your head with his large hand.

"Is that really how you see me?" Something glints in his eyes that you can't figure out. You blink at the sudden seriousness.

"What do you mean?" You chuckle. "You're my best friend."

He looks away from you, his bangs covering his eyes. "I see. Have a good rest of your night then."

"Hey, did I say something wrong?" You catch his sleeve as he turns to leave again. "You're one of the people most important to me."

"Wrong answer." He mumbles before striding off into the night, leaving you to watch his retreating form defeatedly. What did he mean by that?

So much for seeing you home.

You pout before kicking a rock nearby, beginning your walk home, lost in your thoughts.

~•

The dorm was maybe a fifteen minute walk back, and you had completed eight minutes of it until a sudden chill tickles your neck.