Muted Voices (A BNHA/MHA x OC Fanfic)

Chapter 49: Cooking With Todoroki

"So do you wanna do the cooking lessons now?" I ask as I walk down the hill next to Todoroki. "We can make dinner. I don't know how long you're planning on staying out."

"I don't know either, but dinner sounds good," he replies, walking with his hands in his pockets. 

"Let's stop by the store first to get ingredients and then we'll head back to the house."

"Okay."

We walk in relative silence to the store where he just follows me around as I pick out ingredients. As much as he likes soba, I know that's easy enough to make, so I pull up a recipe for lasagna on my phone and find the ingredients for it. It's one of my favorite dishes that my mom used to make and I've gotten pretty good at making it myself.

After our silent walk back home, I open the door to see Mic running around frantically. "Hey kid!" He shouts, sprinting into the kitchen while trying to pull on my leather jacket. "This isn't mine," he says after a moment, putting it back on its hook and grabbing his own.

He looks up and pauses as I put my keys in the dish. "Hey Todoroki! Having dinner here? Cool!" Mic seems to be going a million miles an hour. He turns back to me. "Almost late for the show, see you later! Be good!"

He plants a kiss on my temple and runs out the door, ruffling Todoroki's hair on the way, much to the boy's dismay. The moment the door closes, he turns back to me, trying to fix his part. "What is it with your family and trying to mess with my hair?"

I smile and carry the ingredients to the kitchen. "Don't you ever just get that urge to mess something up?" I ask.

When he doesn't respond for a moment, I look back to see him following me with a pensive expression. "Sometimes, I guess."

"Well, then there's your answer!" I illuse, trying to not look anxious as I put down the bags of food and wash my hands at the sink. 

How long is he going to stay? If he chooses to stay even after dinner, what should we do? I guess there's enough room in the backyard to go ice skating. And since it's private property, we're allowed to use our quirks. 

I pull out a couple cutting boards and set them on the counter, then grab two medium chef's knives. "Veggies first," I illuse, emptying the bags as he washes his hands as well. I grab two aprons from the pantry door and chuck the black one at him, putting the dusty pink one over my head. 

He holds the fabric out in front of him, then turns it around to me, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. There's a picture of a whisk and the words "whip it, whip it good" displayed on it. 

"It's Mic's," I reply, rolling my eyes as I tie my own on. There's a cat's nose and whiskers on the front with the words "check meowt" in cursive. I'm a dog person, but Mic was so excited when he gave it to me that I couldn't complain. 

Todoroki puts his on over his grey polo and ties it. "He has an interesting style."

I let out a breath of laughter. "You got that right."

This is already going better than back at I-Island, I think, relieved. I should put on some music. Just in case he decides to get quiet again.

I hand him the bell peppers and run over to Mic's DJ setup. "Can you wash those?" I illuse over my shoulder as I pull out my phone and plug it into the speakers. I scroll through a couple of my playlists before deciding on GGG's oldies playlist. 

I turn down the volume a bit before pressing play and suddenly, the house is filled with music, thankfully quiet enough that we can hear each other. With the way Mic uses those speakers, one wouldn't think there was a lower volume than LOUD.