I Am Here for Oneshots

Sanity 🍋

A/N So. You all know I have no patience and it's February. Why in the hell I always get so fluttery and fidgety is beyond me. 🤷🏻‍♀️ Oh well, I'm sure you all will enjoy it regardless. 💃🏻

"Wait! Kacchan don't go in there!" I called out from the kitchen when I saw him opening the door down the hall, probably expecting it to be a spare bedroom or maybe even an office or gym. It's none of those.

Too late, I ran down the hall and I couldn't help stuttering out an excuse. "I-i-i-i-it's just that Ka-Ka-Kacchan is sssssso, so amazing I couldn't just n-na-na-not," I looked up and saw his shocked expression and I could feel my face turning red. I quickly tried to walk in front of him but I tripped on the limited edition ultra sized Dynamight squishmallow pillow, landing with an oof before scrambling to my feet again.

This is the room I spend all of my spare time in, unlike my bare living room that only has a moderately sized TV and a couch, this room has my laptop several pillows, chairs, posters and almost all of my collectibles and knick knacks leaving only a handful in my room that were All Might themed. While almost everything in this room was Dynamight themed or his signature orange and black colors. Anyone could clearly see that the couch and chairs were used often and my laptop was currently on its charging station showing that I spent a lot of time there.

"Th-th-the spare bedroom is across the hall!" I stuttered and tried to push him out of my safe space.

How did I get into such an embarrassing situation? There was a blizzard raging outside and my apartment was far closer to headquarters than his. He usually takes the bus while I can just walk. Sadly the blizzard shut down almost all the buses in town and only emergency transportation was running at all. So I offered to let him spend the night at my place never thinking he would actually accept.

I quickly closed the door and I couldn't get my red face to go away at all. "Here," I croaked while opening the door opposite to show a perfectly normal room with the bed made. "The bathroom is right next door and my room is the one across from there," I spoke while pointing but he still hasn't said anything. I fucked up. Why didn't I come with him and show him in the first place? Why didn't I have the room locked like usual?

I turned back down the hall and cleared my throat, "I'l- I'll just finish making dinner. There are towels on the shelf in the bathroom and feel free to borrow any clothes from my closet, they might be a bit big but I guess that's better than being too small." I walked back to the kitchen trying not to run away as I did.

My safe space, Kacchan, was in my safe place, I'm going to die of embarrassment. I quickly finished peeling the vegetables and added the herbs and spices that I wanted before turning the stove down to simmer. Damn it all, I can still feel the heat in my face!

It wasn't long before I heard the water running in the bathroom and I couldn't help breathing out in relief. If nothing else he isn't going to turn it into a thing. I pulled out some bread that was perfect for dipping in soup and broke off a few pieces for dinner. Why are hard breads so great for soups? They are perfect for dunking that's why! They don't fall apart the moment they get wet and when both are made right you can actually use the bread as a spoon! But that is probably just me being childish.

I hesitate pulling out the wine. After seeing my safe place he might get the wrong idea if I offered him a glass of wine. So I just stood there staring at the bottle of wine and standing in front of the canister of cocoa mix. It's my own special blend, a spicy cocoa that I came across while working a case in Rio. I take a deep breath, put the wine away as well as the cups before pulling down a couple mugs instead.

"Hmm, and I was thinking wine would be better with the soup." I jumped at Kacchan's voice and when I turned around I had to catch the mug I dropped too. He was standing in nothing but a large towel and it was tied around his waist loosely while he dried his hair with another towel.