made to love you || ushijima wakatoshi x reader

seventeen

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Despite your protests, Wakatoshi didn't let you do a single thing to help with dinner. He reminded you that the whole point of this was for him to make you dinner, so letting you help would render his effort fruitless. You weren't happy about it, but you agreed to not helping, and instead chose to keep him entertained while he cooked. Knowing you, that meant you spouted all the gibberish your brain kept in your memory.

    And when you said gibberish, you meant gibberish.

    "So, basically, I think the best superpower you could have is the ability to stop time. I mean, think about it. If you can stop time, you can sleep as long as you want. You can have as much time to work on assignments despite how close it is to the deadline. And, you could really just do whatever you wanted without getting caught. You could freeze time and steal a bunch of things from the store and no one would know. Or you could, like, take someone you didn't like and pour ice water on them. There's just so many possibilities."

    Wakatoshi looked up at you from where he was chopping up vegetables, furrowing his brows, "You say superpower, as in superhero. Which is the good guy. But the things you just listed are things that the villain would do."

    You laughed, nodding, "Yeah. I'm a terrible person."

    "I don't think you're terrible." He responded, looking back down at his task, "But I am slightly worried about your morality now."

    "Well, it's not like I'd be out there killing people and being evil. I'd just... take stuff sometimes. Don't tell me you've never wanted to do that before."

    "I've wanted things, yes. But I've never thought to just take them. If I want something, I just buy it."

    "Right." You nodded, gesturing to the house around you for emphasis, "I forgot you were rich."

    "Not rich, exactly. It's how you said earlier. I'm just well-off."

    "Hm." Was all you said in response, and then silence overtook you as he continued working and you continued watching him.

    His hands were steady and quick, moving the vegetables into place, chopping them, and placing the chopped pieces to the side so they could be used later. The sleeves of his shirt, which you'd quickly decided was your favorite shirt of his, were rolled up to the elbows so they didn't get dirty. And, boy, was that an experience.

    Watching Ushijima Wakatoshi make you dinner with his sleeves rolled up and strands of hair falling into his face was an out of this world sight.

    Your phone buzzed in your pocket, breaking you away from appreciating your boyfriend, and you pulled it out to glance at the screen.

    Of course, the notification was from a certain blonde haired therapy buddy who was too clingy for his own good. You read through the messages, unable to hold in your laughter as you saw him do one of his familiar 'you're not answering, I better prepare for your funeral' spirals. Though they were common, and mostly joking, every time you saw it happen you were touched by how much he liked talking to you. You'd never get used to how many people cared deeply about you.

    "What's so funny?"

    You looked up at Wakatoshi, a smile still on your face, and shook your head, "It's just Atsumu. He immediately resorts to the possibility that I'm dead whenever I don't answer for a long time."

    At the mention of your friend, his expression darkened, and he turned his gaze back to the vegetables, "Atsumu? How often do the two of you talk?"