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Shinsou and you don’t talk much.
This realisation dawns on him as his eyes lay on you like how a predator eye’d it’s prey, watching you whilst you strolled past him to grab the water bottle on the bench beside him. Your cheeks are flushed due to training, sweat beads dripped down the sides of your temples, down to your jawline, to your neck, before finally disappearing under the collar of your UA tracksuit.
Hitoshi’s eyes dart away, recognizing the fact that his intense gawking might scare you away and he returns back to his initial thoughts.
Shinsou and you did not talk much. You didn’t talk at all in fact. Why this fact made him almost a bit irritated and uneasy was unbeknownst to him, but he didn’t dwell long on his frustration.
You two had exchanged words only twice; small, fleeting moments that he somehow remembered because his brain all of a sudden decided he needed to able to recall irrelevant memories he had experienced with a girl in his class.
The first time you had interacted was in one of the first weeks of school.
Hitoshi was known to be a loner when it came to lunch. Being in the classroom or outside under the shade of a tree were his known to be places. Though, this fateful day, he of course had forgotten his lunch.
“I’ll be right back out! Just one moment,” Your voice sounds as you practically slam open the wooden slide door of the classroom, causing Hitoshi’s eyes to snap to your small figure. Your infamous everlasting smile rested on your face, cheeks faintly flushed as you trotted to your desk.
Hitoshi had never been interested into pursuing girls at his age in comparison to the other horndogs in his class. He found it idiotic, unnecessary and primitive. Of course he had an understanding of attraction and everytime he looked at you it seemed like he understood more and more why other boys found you easy on the eyes.
But he would never admit that out loud though. Not like you would care about his opinion anyway.
“Shinsou, aren’t you hungry?”
Your voice exuded so much kindness it almost made him inexplicably angry. He guessed it was just his brain thinking he was undeserving of it. Or something like that.
His eyes rest on you for a moment, watching you take out some papers out of your bookbag and a lunchbox.
“I forgot my lunch,” He answers sincerely but dryly, leaning his head on his palm as he spoke. He would definitely call himself ‘a man of few words’.
“Oh,” You respond, “That sucks!”
Sometimes your sincerity came off as mocking, but Hitoshi knew you were better than that. He hoped so, at least.
He hums gravely, noticing your eyes still drilling holes into his head. You begin you stand up from your crouching position, gripping your lunchbox even firmer with your fingertips. Your gaze goes from the box to Hitoshi, and from Hitoshi to the box until your eyes light up like a lightbulb.
You weren’t actually going to-
“You can have mine, Shinsou!”
Oh, you absolutely were.
Your smile is bright and kind and innocent, and it triggers a fight or flight instinct in him. The idea of you essentially having to take care of him made Hitoshi want to jump out of his seat and smack you up the head for putting him in such a weak position, but the idea of you wanting to take care of him made him feel butterflies and-ohgodhehatedthis.
He feels himself grimace, “Thanks for the offer, but I’ll survive just fine.” He retorts and suddenly you strut yourself towards the front of his desk and you plop down your lunch box which was decorated in All Might stickers which Hitoshi recognized from those teen magazines they sold at convenience stores.
“Really, I insist! I have to finish working on my presentation for today anyway.” You wave the papers in your hand in front of his face exaggeratedly.
Hitoshi opens his mouth to resist once more, but his voice is drowned out by your friend's calling out for you.
You turn your head to shout back a quick answer and proceed to give Hitoshi a dorky wink that makes his heart go faster and he hates you for it. “Got to go. Bon appetit!”
And you left in long, confident strides, closing the wooden door and leaving behind the intoxicating smell of your vanilla perfume and a box of Bento. Shinsou stares down at it with a frustrated look, sighing and shaking his head as he opens it in defeat.
That afternoon, Hitoshi had learned to appreciate the depth of your sincere kindness.
At the end of the day, he had a full stomach and you received an A on your presentation.