Trouble Maker (Hiro Hamada X Reader)

Chapter Seven: Cup Of Ramen

"Uh. . . not yet!" You replied back, opening the ramen and pouring hot water on it. "Wait for a few minutes!"

Wow, a decent conversation. Who knew? If you even call that a conversation.

More moments passed and the ramen is finally cooked, the sweet aroma wafting around the kitchen. Hiro walks into the kitchen, wiping his hands with a handkerchief.

He eyes the ramen with greedy eyes. "Hey, thanks for making me ramen!" He snatches the ramen cup from your grasp and a fork magically appeared in his hand.

"Wait, wait, wait, I'm hungry too! Give me some!" You tried reaching for the cup from Hiro but he took a step back, sending you a smug smirk. "No way, a boy's stomach is larger than a girl's so we need to eat a lot more. And I'm actually doing you a favor. You see, I've been noticing something and here's my advice. You need lay off the extra food because you're getting fatter." He mocks playfully, winking at you.

You flushed in humiliation, subconsciously resting a gentle palm on your stomach, insecurity and nerves attacking your mind like a virus. This is weird for you, this is the very first time you felt insecure in your whole life time. You never once cared or give slight interest about how others think about you or how you appear to them. You just shrug of their negativity and continued on with life but for some reason, Hiro's similar sort of comment shook you right on the core.

You averted your eyes from him and heaved out a loud and audible sigh, forcing yourself to look away from Hiro and the delicious cup of instant ramen. The mouth watering fragrance entered your nostrils and you had to keep yourself from drooling. "Whatever, eat it if you want. Like I'd care." You grumbled as you spun around to leave, only to be turned back to your original position and lean back when an object neared your face dangerously.

"Geez, I was just joking. Can't you take a joke? You look absolutely fine." Hiro wasn't looking at you as he spoke, "Here, I wasn't hungry anyway." He offers you the cup of ramen.

You hesitantly took the cup from him, raising a suspicious eyebrow at his action. "Okay? This is kindness leaving your body," You ventured.

"Just because I'm a jerk to you, it doesn't mean I have to be one. Common sense."

"Giving me ramen doesn't mean we're friends, okay?" You quip, narrowing your vision at his figure.

Hiro groans. "Just shut up and eat it already before I change my mind." He tossed the fork to your direction and you caught it in mid air.

You sat on the dinning table and you caught sight of Hiro leaning with his arms propped on the counter  from where you are, staring with a dazed look at the seemingly interesting ceiling above. You secretly glanced up at the ceiling to check if there's anything intriguing about it but none. You looked down at the ramen and somewhat, the edible food didn't look as delicious as before. To be honest, your stomach was twisting and turning in ways you can't describe that you can nearly throw up at the mere sight of any kind of food. Which is impossible because you love food more than your uncle Patrick, sad to say, not.

"Are you going to keep staring at the ramen or are you going to eat it?" You brought yourself back to reality and whipped your head to a side, finally noticing Hiro sitting next to you with a poker face.

"Of course I'm going to eat it." You replied and began slurping on the ramen noisily only to hit your nose lightly with a string of noodle.

Hiro rolled his eyes. "You're so clumsy." He utters before pulling your seat closer to his. You watched cautiously as he forked the ramen, twisting it, and poking the said utensil to your lips with noodles hugging it.

Confused, you asked, "What in the world are you doing?"

"Feeding you." He replied bluntly, as if what he said is the most normal thing in the universe.

"I don't need anyone to baby spoon me. I'm fifteen years old, damn it." You grabbed the fork from him and practically showed off your self spooning professionalism.

"Your fifteen?" Hiro questions, genuine shock crossing his face,

"Is there an echo in the room?" You retorted, sarcasm dripping in your tone.

Hiro sighs. "I don't know why I still put up with you."

"What did you say?" You heard him mutter something under his breathe, yet you didn't quite make out his words.

Hiro shook his head. "Nothing."

You flashed him an unconvinced look before you resumed to eating the ramen.

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