Underground Hatred - My Hero Origins (MHO)

30: Explanations and Confessions

Word Count: 2413

(Kat)

 To find those blaring red visors staring back at Kat eased something within her.

Kat stood with the door open, inviting Davis in. A tiny smile was shared between the two, Davis's usual apathetic face showing some emotion. A grocery bag swung at his side, a small breeze passing over Kat with the movement of Davis's figure into the house. The sense of a presence warmed Kat's chest.

As Kat swung the door closed behind Davis, she mindlessly asked, "How was your day yesterday?"

"I—It was fine," Davis hummed to himself. Kat followed the man to the kitchen, which he placed down the grocery bag and began to dig through it. "School's ass. Y—You?"

"It was alright; nothing too special," Kat lied straight through her teeth. A small microwave dinner landed in her hands from Davis. As the wrapping crinkled with preparation, the words of dream-Davis's statement reciprocated through her brain: When you wake up, I don't want those white lies you tell others to blow off your feelings. You know I'm different. That difference doesn't include your lies.

"Di—Did you get some rest? You know, for your head?"

"Yep."

Kat scooted past Davis to the microwave, her side brushing against his. Her eyes vibrated as she kept herself from jumping out of her skin, her neck beginning to burn. A curtain of hair cascaded in front of her face to hide the cherry red complexion crossing her features, amber eyes purely focused on the making process of the dinner. The unmistakable glare of the intense man burned against the side of her head while he watched her complete her task.

"Is everything alright, Kat?"

The lack of a stutter sent a shudder down Kat's spine. She swallowed silently, blinked a couple of times, and pushed the curtain away from her face. She glanced back at Davis, finding an obviously worried face drawn against him: furrowed eyebrows, a slight scowl, the boring indigo eyes locked against her face from behind the visor. His expressions were growing more noticeable; he was growing comfortable with Kat.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she slightly squeaked, but fixed the ending. She shoved her hands into her white sweatshirt's pocket, green vines with pink flowers circling the pocket. A forced, tiny smile cascaded over her chapped lips covered in scabs: anxiety. "I've just been having difficulty sleeping the past couple days. I don't know what's my issue."

"Y—You just seem... off;" the stutter came back. A wash of relief came over Kat.

"Just tired," Kat shrugged. She turned back to her microwaveable meal and shoved it into the machine. Quick buttons pressed and she turned her attention back to Davis. A heavy breath entered her lungs, her red eyebrows raising upwards. "So, you said you dug up some things on the documents we got from Triton's warehouse?"

"Y—Yeah; you said that you had a costume that was in some of the documents," Davis started to explain, his usual apathetic expression falling back into place. "C—Can I see it?"

Kat nodded and took a step away from the counter to go back around Davis once more. "Lemme grab it. Take out my food when it's done, please?"

No response was needed as Kat circled back around Davis. At the kitchen counter beside the fridge, Kat reached up to the cabinets above her, revealing a few bowls and dishes once the doors swung open. Though, the center of the three shelves held a bundle of clothes with a shiny, black helmet atop the outfit. Kat stretched out to grab the clothes, her fingers first taking up a small grasp, moving to a clasp fists, and finally carrying the entirety of the costume in her arms. The spandex suit with the odd padding it had beneath was feather-weight, but the added helmet made it ten times heavier.