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In which (Y/n) (L/n) gets adopted by an underground hero- Eraserhead. The plan was to become a hero, get her license, easy and simple, but eventual...
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friday, the next morning, 5:30 am
"So, I know what the eggs, milk, and everything else is for, but the mango?" Aki questioned, walking through the kitchen after coming back from the trip (Y/n) ordered him to go on so she could make breakfast. He set the grocery bag down on the island and she snatched it away, setting it on the counter the stove was connected to and turned the heat to the pan up. She pulled out the mango. "Me, obviously," she answered as she grabbed a knife from one of the drawers. She had his shorts on, and while he was out in the store, she had gone back to her car.
Thankfully, she found the sports bra she remembered (in the middle of the night) she kept in there. So she had that on with another top she found with a high neck, no sleeves, cropped and tight—so she had put one of the boy's shirts on top. The high neck covered the hickeys, so she was thankful. Their dads were still knocked out in the living room, and the teens had woken up early since they went to sleep early together. He blinked at her, watching as she skillfully peeled the skin off the mango, eating the pieces she cut off from the knife as she got out the ingredients for breakfast.
The white haired girl snatched a hair tie from the boy's wrist, messily tying her hair back as she held the mango and the knife in one hand. She grabbed a butter knife, cutting a good chunk of the butter, tossing it in the hot pan, letting it melt. Aki walked up to her, grabbing her hair and pulling out the hair tie. Before she could give him a look, he gathered her hair up skillfully—pulling back any loose strands other than her bangs and face framing pieces. He switched the hair to one hand, pulling the tie open with the other and gathering her hair in a swift ponytail.
As a thank you, she offered a him a slice of her mango from the knife. He ate it, careful of the sharp side and she opened the egg carton—cracking more than 5 eggs in the pan while he checked on the rice in the rice cooker. She pulled out another pan and a cutting board while the eggs cooked. She pulled out the potatoes and put them in the sink, pulling out the milk gallons from the bag and placing them inside the fridge—as well as some other things. She moved the eggs around and added the perfect amount of salt and pepper.
