Yo Shindo x Reader [English]

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Shindo's POV:

Once I was done with school I went directly to my grandma's home as she had been asking me to spend some time with her. Little did I know that she just wanted me to do her some errands and in exchange she had made me some of her homemade cookies so I really wasn't able to refuse. Not that I would anyways. She then carefully explained to me what were the things she needed to do but because it was a bit far and she had to go by train she wasn't able to.

I found quite funny and tender that she thought she needed to reward me in order to make me do those things, in the end she was my granny and I would still do it anytime even though it could end up being tedious. However, this time I couldn't help but feel happy to do her errands as they happened to be near the U.A.

I took my phone out while leaning against the train's doors.

 Shindo: I have some stuff to do near you

Shindo: Do you want to meet up and do something?

I then waited for an answer while looking to the sights outside, really hoping she was free. It was then when it hit me, what if she couldn't meet with me? I didn't think she wouldn't want as we had been casually texting and I could feel we were kind of on the same page. But it hadn't crossed my mind that maybe she wasn't able to make it. 

I sighed at that thought truly wishing that I could see her, refusing to spend the day doing tedious errands by myself as in the end I had already made myself to the idea of spending the day with her. My phone buzzed and I fastly read the screen.

(Y/ln): Sure.

I didn't know exactly why but I expected something more, stupidly, because what else would she say to that. I then told her the time I'd be by the U.A and kept looking out the window thinking about that girl.

Las time we met I was more shocked than what I thought I'd be. Not only the way she looked at me and the way she acted in general was way different that what I had ever seen, but she also was deftly able to turn around the conversation avoiding the stuff she'd rather not talk about. Just as she told me the first day we met, not trusting me completely. It was weird because it kind of bothered me but at the same time made me smile feeling a bit like if it was a challenge for me. The challenge of knowing everything about her. 

In a way, we were really alike, that was probably why she was able to see through me like nobody else could before, really gaining my full attention and interest. And probably that was also why I could notice all her subtile changes in mood and conversation whenever she wanted to avoid something, making me wonder if anybody else she was close to would be able to notice.

But something that I really found funny about her and that really made me unconsciously somehow soft inside was that even though she looked strong -which she proved back at the exam- and was ingeniously able to talk to people how she wanted, I could see in the bit that we had been together that she was also easily intimidated. I didn't know exactly what made her be like that, and what things I'd do and say would made her fall silent and turn her gaze away, with adorable blushed cheeks and sometimes a timid smile. Making me realize that she wasn't really that extroverted as she sometimes would picture herself. Understanding that she also put on a mask. A mask that I wasn't able to see through as I'd normally do with everybody else. Again, making both of us really alike. But it wasn't only that, her mask, what I wanted to know though, it was everything. I was convinced she couldn't have been born that way, certain things must have made her be like that, and I needed to know. I craved to know what was it, her childhood, where her mother was and why she always seemed to avoid that topic, her friends, ... Really everything that would make me understand why and how she was so observant.

But what absorbed me the most about her was the way she looked at me. With those (e/c) eyes that seemed to have life of their own. Eyes that would stare deep at mine like if she could read my thoughts only by looking at me. It was unsettling, she was the one intimidating me, making me feel like I was an open book before her. It was those eyes that whenever I stared back at them would seem to have thousands of stories behind. The same eyes that were looking at me right now, followed by a subtile smile that on the whole made my heart beat abnormally quicker, probably feeling like an open book again.

I took a better look at her, seeing a slight mark on her rosey cheeks along with a sleepy face.

"I'm sorry" she yawned trying to cover her face "I just woke up from a nap"

I didn't know why but I found myself softly smiling like I never did with anybody else.

"Isn't it a bit late?" I asked curious, walking away with her by my side. She 'mhm'd me, nodding.

"I haven't been able to sleep decently lately... But it's always a good time to take a nap" She quickly added.

I looked down at her for some seconds. I wanted to ask her if there was something that made her sleep badly, but at the same time I didn't want to seem nosy nor wanted to push her. So I just let it go, feeling like if I always did that I'd never get to know her.

"I still have to go and pick up some stuff for my grandma yet" I said feeling a bit sorry as an apology for having her accompanying me.

"Ah it's okay" she smiled "Better than sleeping through the evening" I smiled back "I didn't took you for the nice grandson though" she added now slightly laughing, having a teasing grin.

"Hey, why?" I said faking to be hurt which only made her laugh more widely. She just shrugged "What kind of opinion do you have of me? Do you think I'm an asshole? I love my granny" I tried to say serious but only made her laugh even more "Stop laughing!" I said now blushing a bit.

"I'm sorry" she said catching her breath with a wide and pretty smile.

We kept on joking a bit, really seeming like if we had known each other for some time. Eventually the conversation led up to my family which I didn't have any problem with it and talked broadly about it, until I felt she was starting to be quieter and more tense, probably feeling guilty that she wasn't able to talk about hers. So I just tenderly smiled at her although she wasn't looking at me and smoothly changed the subject.

We went to the three stops I had yet to go and then decided to go back passing through a river that was nearby so the way was a bit longer and we could talk a bit more. 

It was really hooking to spend time with her. Everything seemed to go smoothly, even if we fell silent for a while it somehow felt okay. And when I'd take a look at her, admiring her singular beauty but mostly admiring what she said and what she didn't say, and she'd realize I was staring and stare back it would go from an awkward moment to both of us smiling and starting another conversation like if nothing had happened.

After all we ended up talking about heroes and villains once more, and a bit of our quirks. But when the topic was starting to get interesting we had finally arrived at the U.A leaving me a bittersweet taste. I reluctantly said goodbye and headed to the train station feeling the necessity to keep talking to her and feeling weird in the abrupt silence that was now surrounding me.