Be There (Awaiting Re-抖阴社区)

Misleading

I put the ingredients that I would use for rice porridge back in their rightful places in the pantry and decided to make the soup and help Kendo-san get over her cold.

"Now! Time for the biggest problem!" I spoke to myself with great confidence accompanied by a big smile, "I have no idea how to cook...Great!" I laughed to myself trying to soothe the pain of being useless at cooking. But I wouldn't let that stop me! I had to do this! I swore to myself that I wouldn't cheat either, no ordering take out, no teleporting to America and buying a can, I was gonna do this with my own two hands. Now time to get started!

I looked at the recipe on my phone again. Why was English so difficult sometimes? I mean I could kind of understand the ingredient and the steps but they had to take this to a whole other level. The whole world uses metric system, but America? They use what they call the "Traditional System" which is completely ironic in my opinion. I tried again and again, cooking is a lot harder than people make it seem. By the end of it I had cuts on all of my fingers, and everything was bad. My vegetables came in uneven slices and I decided to throw in even the small pieces that weren't even the size of my finger nail. My chicken was incredibly uneven too, my pieces were all different sizes and just the complete opposite of congruent. The whole ordeal upset me but I decided that as long as I didn't leave it cooking too long or short it would be okay. I looked at my fingers that were covered in bandages. I didn't let the cuts sit, the second I got one I would wrap it up and get back to the cooking. I set the soup on the required temperature and made my way to the laundry room to finally get Kendo some clean clothes. I grabbed one of my many All Might shirts which was a pure white shirt with gold text saying "ALL MIGHT!" with his signature 'V' like hairdo. I grabbed a pair of yellow pajamas that had the same logo as the shirt except in much smaller font and they were scattered all over the sleep pants.

I placed the clothes in front of the door and left a note telling her she would have to use these while I wash her clothes.

Kendo P.o.v

I cracked the door open ever so slightly scanning to see if that lech was gonna jump me the second I was in open fire. Seeing nothing I opened the door more revealing my wet hair that wasn't in it's normal ponytail, but was instead flowing down to my waist. I wrapped a nearby towel over my breasts trying to keep myself as modest as humanly possible when the only thing I had to wear was a towel. What's up with that Midoriya?! All I wanted was some cold medicine, which I found by myself, no thanks to Midoriya, and he ended up lecturing me on how I shouldn't sell my body and how I was cute......I replayed the argument in my head remembering every word he spoke. I had misheard right? There's no way the nervous Midoriya called ME cute! I was most definitely NOT cute. I mean I like to think I'm at least not not ugly, but no one ever really called me cute. Most boys in our class were just annoying troublemakers, or were way too shy to even talk to me sometimes.

Rethinking the whole ordeal sent a blush across my face. Even back in middle school and still today in highschool, no one had called me cute, or at least not any boys. Most were scared off by how "tomboyish" I was. I mean I wasn't completely boyish...Was I? I mean I was athletic,strong, and I often got in fights with other delinquents, and I developed a bit of a motherly attitude due to the crazy siblings I had. But I still liked girl things! I liked shopping, make up, and on rare occasions, boys. The girls disagreed though, due to my fighting they all just thought that I was a troublemaker.

But Yuuei was a fresh start! No one would know about my past, no one would avoid me for ridiculous reasons, it was a second chance. I tried to keep up an act of being super into boys and other stereotypical girl things, but to my surprise, people didn't care. When I revealed my personality, on accident, people didn't bat an eye. They knew that if you want to be a hero you'll have to dirty. There will be times when you get scrapes, or break a nail, and these people understood that. Honestly that was a weight off my shoulders, I could be myself and people still accepted me. I had people that I could take to the mall, spend time with, laugh with. I wasn't necessarily a "reject" back in middle school, but I was a bit of a loner. Having friends was great,and I never wanted to lose them.