KamiJirou-Dreaming

Peace

Dinner was angelic. Divine. Supreme. Godly, even. According to the smell coming from the kitchen.

As it turned out, Denki was a masterclass at cooking. Apparently, living practically alone and having to feed 2 helped you to develop your cooking skills. So, while everyone was out on mission or exploring the city or maybe just hanging in their dorms, Denki had cleaned the common areas- including the baths - , done a majority of the dorm cleaning, washed the dishes from last night, and made a full course meal for all 40 students, giving options of steak, fish, or pork chops.

When asked by his astonished peers, he shrugged and simply replied, "I was bored."

Yet Kyouka wasn't all that surprised, opting to pull out another descriptive piece of literature and continue her work of reading the smutty goodness. Behind the hardcover, she hid a smile. It was endearing, really, the way he acted like a stay-at-home husband. She giggled at the thought of him waiting on her with an apron as she returned from hero work.

Half of her thought that hilarious and half thought that absolutely attractive. 

But the ravenette kept her cool as she continued the chapters as Denki multi-tasked in the kitchen. The remnants of 1-A trickled in from their missions as 1-B also returned from their escapades,  either from the city or their dorm rooms. Kyouka narrowed her eyes when Kendo and Setsuna leaned on the counter and started a conversation with him, giggling animatedly as he told jokes and smiled while putting the final touches on the steak.

The simple smirk he gave them visibly affected both girls as Kyouka could practically hear their beating hearts. Setsuna had just met the boy, so she was more awkward than Kendo, who laughed and patted his shoulder at a funny story he had recounted. Kyouka's lips tightened as her peripheral vision sized the duo up. 

Then Denki picked up the tray of dishes and put the steak platters on the table, complete with sides of mashed potatoes and gravy along with a healthy dose of veggies. It smelled absolutely divine as he set the plates at different seats according to a list he was reading off his hand. A few trips to the counter and back and Denki had finished transferring the platters of baked fish and rice as well as the pork chops and bread slices, both sets complete with seasoning and toppings. 

"Hey, y'all! Soup's up!" he yelled into the boys dormitory. 

As he went to into the girls half, the male contingent of the field trip, excluding the teachers, filed out of the rooms, telling the stories of the day and jokes of the mind. Most were in their sleepwear, pajamas and white shirts forming a sea of bright colors. 

The girls came in similar attire, tank tops and sweats out in full swing. Light laughter and gossip ran through the crowd as each person took a seat according to their class number. The 40 heroes to be sat themselves down, the screech of chairs being dragged and the sighs of content as tired bodies inhaled the aroma of the food.

Kyouka felt a tap on her forehead and looked up from her reclining position. Her eyes saw her blonde partner in all of his sunkissed glory sporting a goofy smile as he looked at her, amused.

"And here I thought you could wait to read your porn books until you got into your room," he smirked.

Kyouka could feel her face flush scarlet as she groaned, no doubt her bunkmates with the same reaction. They knew her, well, more descriptive titles as they sometimes snuck a peak or two. Truly amazing stuff.

"It isn't porn, Kaminari," she mumbled, standing up and dusting her sweats off, walking towards the raucous laughing and eating, "It doesn't have any pictures."

"Oh yeah?" the smirk never leaving his face as he took his space beside her, "Then what's the fold up picture in Ninja's of Love, vol. 4?"

Laughter at their end of the table as the boys of 1-A burst in mirth. The girls instead opted to stare intently at their food, all redder than a tomato. Perhaps group reading sessions weren't a good idea?