Kaleidoscope (Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader)

If a boy compliments you it means he likes you right or are you just desperate

 If there was one thing you could be somewhat proud of, it was your skills in the kitchen. As an almost constantly hungry girl, it was only natural that you learned to cook some delicious and filling meals.

While Shinsou got busy with the dishes, you started a lasagna. You picked that particular meal because it would be enough to fill not only you and Shinsou, but also your father as well, when he returned. There might even be some leftovers.

When the meal started really going, the mouthwatering smell wafting through the air, you happened to glance towards Shinsou. He was frozen, staring in your direction at the meal you were making, his mouth slightly agape.

"...You're drooling," You teased, and you laughed when you saw him immediately lift a hand to his face, even though there wasn't really anything there.

"Very funny," He grumbled, letting his hand drop back down.

"I thought so."

"Careful, Y/N, or I might just use my quirk on you," He warned, turning back to the sink.

"Yeah, well..." You said, and left it at that, as you couldn't think of anything clever to respond with. You heard him give a snicker, and you wished he didn't have his back to you because you wanted to see him smile more.

You shook that desire away and slid the lasagna from the oven, the smell of your cooking now stronger than ever.

"...So, are you a chef? Or at least, training to be one?" Shinsou suddenly piped up, and you briefly remembered that he was actually a pretty good conversationalist.

Could he get any more perfect?

"It's kind of a hobby, actually," You admitted, "I have thought about turning it into a career, though. Maybe someday."

"So you want to be a chef?" He asked, glancing back at you.

"...Probably not as much as you want to be a hero," You compared, "But I definitely wouldn't complain about being one."

He looked away from you, his eyebrows furrowing. "In this world...there's no such thing as quirks, right?"

"Not really, no," You confirmed. "I wish there was though. I'd want a shapeshifting quirk, it'd be so cool."

"You don't get to choose your quirk, you know," Shinsou pointed out, sounding a little bitter.

You wondered what kind of quirk he would have if he could choose. But you didn't ask. Something told you that the subject was a testy one.

"I know..."

"...So there's no Pro Heroes," Shinsou continued, earning a nod from you.

"Not unless you count cops and Firefighters," You said, grabbing a spatula from one of the drawers and cutting two decent pieces in the lasagna, watching the steam rise from the meal before you put the pieces on paper plates.

"It really puts things into perspective...I guess I am pretty blessed, training to be a hero, having a quirk at all. Well, I'm not blessed right now, but..."

"Yeah," You sighed longingly. "Honestly, I'd love a brainwashing quirk. I could get people to close the door after they leave the room."

He snorted. "That's what you would do with my quirk?"

"I'm a simple girl, Shinsou," You shrugged, handing him his plate and a fork, which he took after a moment of hesitation, eagerness flashing in his violet eyes. You watched with anticipation as he cut off a piece and put it in his mouth.

His eyes got big, and his lips quirked up, and soon he was chowing down. You only watched for a few seconds before you grabbed your own plate, not wanting to come off as creepy by watching him eat.

Hitoshi Shinsou liked your cooking. He liked your cooking.

You felt so giddy, you fumbled with your fork for about two minutes before you managed to get a bite of food into your own mouth.

"How long have you been cooking for?" Shinsou asked, after he had swallowed one of his bites. "This is really good."

"Well," You thought back, tapping your fork to your lips. "My dad used to make really delicious meals, but then he got a new job, so he never really had time to make food. So I'd get hungry and make my own meals. I kinda taught myself, starting at age ten."

"That's impressive," Shinsou said, and once again, your fingers forgot how to handle the fork you were holding.

"Thanks."

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Shinsou slept on the couch that night. At least, he was resting on it. From the bags he sported under his eyes, you were pretty sure he didn't do much sleeping.

Poor guy.

The next morning, as you were getting a lunch ready for school, Shinsou walked into the kitchen, looking exhausted.

"Sleep well?" You asked, already sure you knew the answer. He only grunted in reply and took the plate of toast you were holding out towards him.

'Someone's obviously not a morning person,' you thought. You knew the feel all too well though. It would be great if schools actually allowed students to get the sleep they need.

"Are you coming with me? To school, I mean," You asked. Shinsou shrugged and leaned against the counter, taking a bite out of his toast.

"S'pose so. Nothing better to do," He said after he swallowed. "Let me guess. Your school is an ordinary high school?"

"Complete with Math, Science, English, History, and more," You confirmed, closing your lunch box.

"Sounds boring."

"That's an understatement."

He turned his head to look at you, his bottom lip stuck out ever so slightly. "You're sure I can't mess around a little?"

You narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously. "...What do you mean?"

"I'm invisible and people can't touch me..."

"Like a ghost."

"...Sure, yeah. But still. I'm virtually undetectable. And I can move things around. I know you said you don't want me doing that, but..."

"But you want to freak people out," you finished. "Even though I said that was a no-no."

"Oh, come on," He said, sticking out his bottom lip ever-so-slightly. "If you were undetectable, what would you do?"

You fell silent.

You knew exactly what you'd do. You'd do the same thing he wanted to do.

"...It has to be funny," You gave in, and Shinsou gave you a lazy grin.

"Only the best for you, Y/N."

You immediately turned around to fix your lunch box, your cheeks warming. "Oh, shut up."