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GOCHUJANG MAC & CHEESE PIZZA MindJack · 459k subscribers 7 hours ago · 15:39 · 679k views Description Burnt the shit out of my mouth eating this but it was worth it… [SHOW MORE]
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Despite what the contents of your fridge might suggest, you are actually quite a terrible cook.
You don’t want to be. If it was your choice you’d be the next chef on Hell’s Kitchen, yelling alongside Gordon Ramsey. But, unfortunately, you completely lack the skillset to even think about auditioning. You burn things, you overmix them, you undercook them. No matter how closely you follow a recipe you somehow manage to mess things up. It doesn’t help that most of the ingredients you buy are substitutes for the expensive things you really should be using. But it’s not your fault. You’re just a college student trying to get by, your low paying part time job nowhere near enough to fund your hobby. Even with the detailed tutorials made by your favourite YouTuber, you still struggle.
In all honesty, he's probably the reason you’re so into cooking. You’d found his account on a whim, when he only had about a hundred subscribers, and you’d instantly fallen in love with his content, the recipes that looked like they came straight out of a Michelin stars restaurant.
His channel is different from most of the cooking content you see. He doesn’t talk, other than the very rare occasions you catch a glimpse of the soft lilt of his voice. He uses captions that shouldn’t be as funny as they are, and lots of different angles of his cooking. It’s a testament to how good of a cook he is that he’s amassed as many subscribers as he has with only his words.
He doesn’t show his face, but you just know he’s attractive. The smooth planes of his hands that he’s not shy to pan the camera too, the flowery apron he always has on tied over what you think is a pretty muscular chest.
It only makes the fact he actually knows you even better. Well. Knows might be an overstatement. Your relationship is solely an online one, with you commenting under all of his posts and him replying every time. It helps that you’re one of his oldest fans, and so you think he’s memorised your handle by now. You even sometimes get a mention, your name sweet against his tongue as he teases you about your horrible cooking that you’ve warned him about.
Mina likes to remind you that he’s faceless, and so there is a chance you could be flirting with a seventy year old man, but you doubt any seventy year old looks like that. And if he really is a senior that does, then you think you’re okay with it.
It’s all just for fun, anyway. You guys don’t really talk outside of a comment section, both of you are too scared to cross over the line from a fan and a creator to actual friends.
Today's recipe looked incredible. That’s why you find yourself milling about the grocery store near your college accommodation. It’s a nice place, only a ten minute walk, and it has pretty much everything you could need. The only issue is, you have to look presentable, considering the fact that everyone who works there are students from UA, including your favourite cashier, Shinsou Hitoshi.
He’s cute. He’s really cute. Soft purple hair, these dimples that crease his face every time he smiles. He always looks tired, mainly because he usually works night shifts, but you think it makes him all the more attractive. Shinsou also seems very familiar for reasons you can’t quite place, but you’re always shopping in the middle of the night, so your brain is never working hard enough to figure it out.
A chill settles over your skin as you walk through the vegetable aisle. Your UA hoodie is baggy and overworn, and you pull the material over your hands. You don’t even know why you’re in the vegetable aisle. You don’t even need any. You consult your phone as you wander around, dropping things aimlessly in your basket.
When you’re ready to pay, you walk right past the self-checkout to Shinsou. He’s sitting behind the till, and when you get close enough you can see him playing block blast on his phone. You peer over just in time to see him lose. He tuts softly and you shake your head.
Shinsou glances up and the smile that graces his lips is almost instant at the sight of you.
“I was wondering when you’d show up.” He nods in greeting, shutting off his phone and placing it to the side.
You hoist your basket up. “It hit one am so I thought I’d get up and get my shopping done.”
He snorts a laugh. “You know, you could be normal and do your shopping during the day.”
“Yeah, but then I wouldn’t get to see your insomniac ass.” You tease.
Shinsou rolls his eyes but you see the tips of his ears turn red. He peers at the ingredients in your basket suspiciously. The flour, gochujang and macaroni.
“What the hell are you making?”
“Don’t look at my delicious ingredients like that,” You pout. “It’s this recipe I saw online.”
Shinsou looks wary and you scowl. “What’s that face for?”
“This face is for worry.” He grabs a plastic bag from under the counter, free of charge for you. “You should probably warn the building manager.” He muses.
You cross your arms, but it's hard to look angry with the smile that's fighting to fill your face. “And why is that?”
“Make sure the building is up to code. Fire safety is no joke, Y/N.” He fixes you with a look, and you splutter.
“I’m not going to set the building on fire!”
“Only time will tell.”
Shinsou is well aware of your horrible cooking, courtesy of the countless pictures you’ve shown him of all your failures. He thinks they’re very funny. Shinsou always has advice ticjingnto fall off his tongue, because according to him, he's an excellent cook. You’ll believe it when you see it.
You take your bag out of his hands.
“You just watch. Today is the day I will persevere and cook the greatest meal you will ever see in your life.” You say determinedly.
“Tonight.” he corrects you.
“Shut up.”
Shinsou watches with hooded eyes as you clumsily shove your bank card back into your wallet, his chin resting on his hand. The dark green polo he wears, embossed with the store’s logo, fits loosely against his chest. He has nice hands, you think. And nice biceps.
“I could just cook for you.” He suggests, and you ignore the soft lilt in his voice, no matter how enticing it is. “And I can assure you it won’t taste like shit.”
“My food doesn't taste like shit.”
He raises an eyebrow.
“It doesn’t taste like shit all the time.”
You want to accept his offer. You really really do. But the last guy you’d spoken to had left your crying in your room for a week, and you refuse to let any more college boys trample all over your heart. You’re sure Shinsou wouldn’t do any trampling, but it’s better to be safe than sorry. But god, if he doesn’t make your resolve weak. He seems to enjoy the little back and forth you two have, though, so you hope the two of you can keep flirting and acting like you both don’t want something more.
“You’ll see, Shinsou. It’s going to be great. I’ll bring you a plate.” You promise.
“Please don’t.”
He’s right to be scared, seeing as you in fact do burn your pizza.
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STRAWBERRY CHEESECAKE COOKIES MindJack · 459k subscribers 4 hours ago · 19:32 · 403k views Description Heaven in a cookie if you can ignore the obscene price of strawberries… [SHOW MORE]
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“You’re just over-mixing, I think. And your oven is too hot.” Shinsou’s nose wrinkles a little as he breaks one of your cookies in half.
Cookies might be an overstatement, because they’re somehow rock hard on the outside and gooey on the inside. They’re still slightly warm, seeing as you’d baked them only a few hours ago, and Shinsou is doing a pretty good job in being polite about it all. You’re currently leaning against the register as he lays them out in front of him.
It’s late, again, and there’s only a few other people milling about the store. You didn’t actually need any groceries today. You’re supposed to be finishing the essay that’s getting dangerously close to its due date, but you were bored, and made up some excuse to yourself that an energy drink would help you work better. You’d bought the cookies on a whim to see if all his culinary bragging had any bite to it.
And it did. At least you think it did. He gives you some pretty helpful advice.
“But how do I know when to stop mixing?” You ask.
“Well, the butter and sugar is hard to over mix. Once you add your dry ingredients, the second the flour streaks are gone and everything is combined, you stop.” Shinsou explains it in a way that doesn’t make you feel stupid.
You nod slowly. “I see.”
You push the container toward him. “Try one, please.”
Shinsou fixes you with a look. “No.”
“What? You have to, I brought them all this way!”
He shakes his head, pushing the container back towards you. “Don’t try to poison me while I’m working.”
Your brows furrow. You don’t actually care if he eats them or not. You just think it’ll be funny, considering the fact you tried them yourself so you know they taste like crap. You shake the container in a way you hope is enticing.
“Come on, please? For me?” You try to make your voice sound as syrupy sweet as you can.
He looks at you for another beat, before sighing heavily.
“Fine. Only because you’re begging so nicely.”
“I- Shut up.” You mumble, looking down to ignore the teasing smirk on his face.
Shinsou grabs the one that looks the least deformed. He eyes it warily, his tongue darting out to lick his lip.
He shuts his eyes. “Deliver us from evil-“
“Just try it!”
He does. A very small, tentative bite. But It's a bite nonetheless, so you can’t complain. There’s a beat and you watch his jaw work as he chews. You allow yourself to hope for a second that maybe they’re not that bad, but then he winces, pretty features creasing.
“Y/N.”
“Shinsou.”
He shakes his head. He reaches under the counter for some water. He swallows, and you watch his Adam Apple bob as he leans his head back.
Shinsou groans, shuddering. “You need to never bake again.”
“It’s not- I’m trying, at least.” You pout.
The container clicks as he shuts it swiftly. You crack open the Redbull you’d just brought. The sound echoes through the nearly empty store. The drink is cold and refreshing, and the can cools your palms.
“Trying how? Where are you even finding these recipes?” He laughs.
You grab your phone out of your pocket. “This guy I follow on YouTube.”
“I think you should follow someone else.”
You shove his shoulder. “No. I love him, he’s so cool. I’m always flirting with him in his comments, you know.” You smile mischievously, showing him the YouTube page.
Shinsou has a very weird reaction to that. His eyes widen just slightly, his mouth parting to speak words that don’t make their way out. You squint at him.
“Are you alright there?” You half joking and half asking, because he doesn’t really look alright.
His eyes search for something in your face. “Are you fucking with me?”
Your brows furrow, your phone going a little limp in your hand. “What?”
Shinsou seems to shake himself out of whatever shock he was in, because he slips your phone out of your hand and starts scrolling through his page.
“Nothing.”
“You’re so weird.” You say, but you drop it, leaning in a little closer so you can watch with him.
He nods approvingly as you point out your favourite recipes. “Wow. Amazing. These videos look incredible.”
You roll your eyes. “Yeah, yeah, whatever.”
“I’m being serious!” He exclaims, and you snatch your phone out of his hand.
“No, you’re being sarcastic. Or mocking. Or both, actually.” You sigh dreamily. “That’s my boyfriend you’re making fun of.”
“Your what?” Shinsou splutters.
“You heard me. It’s only a matter of time before we make it official.” You wiggle your left hand at him and point dramatically at your ring finger.
“You’re delusional.”
“He literally wants me. Look.”
You pull up the most recent of your interaction, and Shinsou’s jaw drops a little.
“That’s you?”
“Yes!” You grin. “Isn’t it romantic?”
Shinsou just nods wordlessly. He rubs at his eyes, shaking his head slightly. “Do you know who he is? Is- Isn’t he like, faceless?”
You pat his arm. “Oh, Shinsou. I don’t even need to see him to know he’s fine. Look at his biceps. And his arms. And those beautiful hands. What I’d let those hands do to me.”
You pull up a random video and hold it up to him. Shinsou, again, reacts differently than what you expect. He doesn’t say much, just nods along to your words. You think he’s blushing.
“And he cooks? And really well, at that? I’d let him wine and dine and f-“
“Okay!” He cuts you off. “Let’s calm down.”
You laugh. “Is all this talk too much for you?”
“Yes.”
You glance at the time and curse. “Shit, I should probably get going. I have an essay to write.” You mumble.
You grab the snacks you’d brought and give Shinsou a wave. “Think about me if you get bored.”
“Definitely won’t.”
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SCALLION FLATBREAD WITH CHILLI OIL MindJack · 460k subscribers 10 hours ago · 13:02 · 679k views Description If you don’t like spicy food then grow up because this… [SHOW MORE]
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You were joking about the Instagram page.
Well, only slightly joking. Mindjack solely resided on YouTube and TikTok, the latter only being clips from his videos condensed for engagement purposes. You thought Instagram would be a nice place to get a little more content from him if anything else.
Your conversation with Shinsou was another stark reminder that you actually didn’t know what MindJack looked like. Obviously, it’s not like your flirting was going to go anywhere. But, on the one in a million chance it did, you’d like to know who it was you were thinking incredibly inappropriate thoughts about.
So, when you glance at your phone during your lecture after it buzzes on the table, your heart nearly falls out of your ass when you see what it is.
MindJack has requested to follow you. 56s
You think it’s a fake account at first. You have the same username on all your socials, so it’s no surprise that if someone was sad enough to pretend to be him, they’d find your account. Your comments on his videos are not exactly private.
You open up the request, glancing up at the lecturer you’ve been trying to focus on. She’s looking away and you’re sitting in the far back, so you don’t feel rude to pick up your phone with more purpose.
The page is blank. He has the same caption as his other socials, the same profile picture. If you’re being honest it looks pretty legit. And what’s the worst that’s going to happen if you accept? It’s not like you’re going to get hacked. Probably. So you approve the request and shut your phone off, not thinking much of it.
And then your phone buzzes again.
You shoot an apologetic look to the person next to you, who’s getting increasingly annoyed at your phone. You look at it once more.
MindJack
1.2k followers . 0 posts
You follow each other on Instagram
MindJack: Hey
This is getting weird now. Maybe weird is not the right word to describe it. Exciting might be better.
Y/Neats: hiiii
A few minutes pass without the reply, and the read receipt stares back at you mockingly. You pout, disappointed in falling for someone’s stupid prank.
MindJack: I have no idea what to say right now
Y/Neats: wait so is this actually MindJack
Y/Neats: or am I being punk’d
MindJack: Punked?
Y/Neats: YOU NEVER WATCHED PUNK’D??
Y/Neats: it’s like a hidden camera prank show that I might be staring in.. seeing as ur ass could be a fake
MindJack: No my ass is real
MindJack: Workijf on getting that verification
So it is him. The nerves you had that he wasn’t disappear almost instantly, and the excitement increases. Your chest fills with a weirdly sappy feeling that he’d actually taken the time to find you socials, request it and message it. Maybe all those YouTube comments weren’t just for fun. It’ll be a nice story to tell your kids, at least.
You spend the rest of your lecture texting. The conversation is stilted at first, only slightly, but you get past the awkwardness quite easily. He’s fun to talk to. You find yourself trying to stifle laughter at some of the stuff he says, and when you have to pack up and leave you immediately miss him.
And, surprisingly enough, when you make your usual nightly trip to the grocery store, MindJack seems to be on Shinsou’s mind too. Because when you rock up to the counter with only a pack of m&ms, he frowns.
“You not cooking tonight?”
“Nope.” You sigh. “I’m not in a mood to nearly burn my kitchen down again.” The card machine beeps at you to pay, and you dig around your pockets to look for your wallet.
Shinsou tilts his head a little. “But Mindjack posted a new video.”
Your eyes dart up to his the second the name leaves his mouth. It seems you can’t avoid the guy.
“Yeah, but the recipe is too difficult for me.” You shake your head. “And I have none of the right equipment.”
Shinsou nods slowly. You’re still eyeing him a little, because he looks lost in thought, and you're sure you haven’t said anything for him to look that confused. Just before you’re about to ask if he’s okay, he speaks up.
“Come over to mine tonight and we can make it together.”
This request feels a little different. Not like his usual jokey flirting the two of you do, but it feels real.
“Are you being serious?”
“I always am. But tonight more than most.”
You realise, while he’s speaking, that he’s nervous. He looks fine, but you can see his hands wringing beneath the counter where he thinks you can’t see. You smile a little shyly.
You want to. You really want to. You think texting MindJack has made the little burning feeling in your chest for some romantic attention worse. It makes the fear that you’ve been harbouring over dating dissipate, and the hopeful way Shinsou is looking at you certainly makes your decision easier.
So, against your better judgment, you nod.
“Alright.”
Shinsou looks just as surprised as you feel at your acceptance, but he recovers quickly, flashing you a bright smile that makes your cheeks flush.
“Perfect. I get off in ten, if you can hang around.”
You glance at your phone and laugh a little. “So you’re taking me out on a date at five in the morning?”
Shinsou raises his eyebrows. “A date, huh?”
You blush. You shake your head quickly. “Well- Hang out, I mean. Not a date. This-“
“Oh, it is a date.” He reassures you, his smile easy. “It’s just cute seeing you all flustered.”
“You- I’m going to wait by the front.” You say, ignoring his teasing laugh as you do.
He doesn’t take too long. Shinsou looks nice outside of work. He’s wearing one of the campus hoodies and a pair of jeans that fit him nicely. He’s got two cans of Monster in his hand and he passes you one. You grab it, the condensation cooling your hands.
“Hey, this is my favourite flavour.” You crack it open and it fizzes over your fingers.
“I know.”
“I can’t decide if that’s charming or creepy.”
Shinsou hums, holding out his arm for you to take. “I prefer charming.”
You think your arm fits perfectly between his. The sunrise creeps behind the buildings, the deep orange light warming your side. You’re used to catching the sunrise. Most of your shopping trips tend to be in the early hours of the morning, and, much like the cute guy on your arm, you’re quite the insomniac.
Conversation blurs easily with Shinsou. You talk about your course and he talks about his, and you find there’s a lot more to him than your conversations at the till. He plays bass, and he has been trying to figure out how to sneak a pet cat in without his nosy next-door neighbour telling on him.
The walk doesn’t take long, and Shinsou makes you close your eyes so he can quickly tidy up. You think you look a bit stupid standing in his doorway with your hands over your eyes, but he’d insisted.
You sigh. “Shinsou, I don’t care what your place looks like.”
“Well, I do.” He sounds a little out of breath from all the running around. “I have to impress you.”
A minute passes, and then you feel two warm hands circle your wrists. Shinsou pulls your hands off your face and you're greeted by a very handsome face.
“Hi.” He says.
You bite back a smile. “Hey. Can I look at your place now?”
“If you must.”
It’s the same setup as your place, and it’s what you assume all the student accommodations look like. The very tiny seating area, the slightly bigger kitchen and the room that’s tucked away. Shinsou place is decorated quite nicely. There's lots of vinyls hanging up around his wall, plants tucked into every corner of the room. There’s a few pictures hung on the wall and also a hole.
Shinsou sees you looking at it and laughs a little awkwardly. “Yeah, my friend is a very destructive drunk.”
“You know you’re not going to get the deposit back cause of that.” You chide and he rolls his eyes.
“I’ll make him pay. Bakugo has a shit ton of money saved, he’s so anal about that stuff.” Shinsou says.
Your kitchen is definitely your favourite part. It seems Shinsou has spent most of his time decorating this place, with the expensive cooking equipment and the fridge that’s stacked with all the pricy ingredients you never have the guts to buy.
It looks oddly familiar.
You don’t know why. Something about the counters, or the decor. You can’t quite place it. You figure it’s probably just the fact it looks the same like all the other student accommodations. It’s also nearing half five in the morning, and you think you need more rest before you can figure anything out.
“Alright! I’m ready to bake. Or cook. Or whatever we’re doing.” You cheer.
“Baking today. Scallion flatbread, according to MindJack.” Shinsou reads off his phone.
“Do you have all the ingredients?”
“Yes.”
You furrow your brows. “You haven’t even checked.”
Shinsou leads you to stand behind his counter. “I just know. I have a cooking sixth-sense.”
You drum your fingers on it. “I’m excited! This might be the first time I ever cook something that doesn’t turn out like shit.”
Shinsou snorts. He’s busied himself with pulling out ingredients and bowls. “I hope your bad cooking juju doesn’t rub off on me.”
“What- I don’t have bad cooking juju!”
Shinsou winces a little. “Yeah. Of course you don’t.”
Shinsou finishes grabbing everything he needs. He quickly tugs off his hoodie and you act like you’re not trying to catch a glimpse of his bare skin when his shirt rides up.
He rubs his hands together. “Okay, so. Grab me flour. We need three hundred grams.” Shinsou points to the bowl, and you salute.
“Yes, sir.”
“Oh, you can definitely keep calling me that.”
You elbow his side lightly. Shinsou searches in a drawer for a scale, but honestly there’s really no need because you quickly dump what you think looks like three hundred grams into the bowl.
“Okay, so- Y/N, what are you doing?” Shinsou speaks around a laugh, grabbing the flour out of your hand.
“What? It’s three hundred grams.”
He looks at you like you’ve grown another head. “Are you being serious?”
You frown, grabbing the bowl protectively. “Did I do something wrong?”
Shinsou laughs boldly now. “This is why your baking is horrible. You need to measure.”
You roll your eyes as he tugs the bowl out of your hands. He pours the flour back into the bag as gracefully as he can so he can measure them again. You draw little hearts in the mess he makes on the table.
“I don’t have a scale, though. Only my eyes.” You pout.
He scoffs. “You’re not real.”
“I am!”
Shinsou decides to measure the remaining ingredients. He slides the bowl over to you once everything is inside. You’d pushed the sleeves of his t-shirt up for him and the strong muscles of his forearms are dusted with flour.
“Now mix. Carefully.” He instructs. “I need to clean the counter.”
“Okay.”
You do mix. The dough feels sticky in your hands, and you mush it between your fingers. You make a face and you hear Shinsou snicker behind you.
“Stop laughing at me.” You stick your tongue out at him and he flicks water in your face.
It’s fun cooking and actually being good at it. Shinsou shows you how to roll out the fough, how to crinkle it in the pan. You let him do that, a little too nervous to get your hands so close to the hot metal. Your eyes sting from the heat of the chilli oil and your hands are silky because of the oil you spilt, but it might be the most fun you’ve had all week.
He presents the flatbreads on a pretty marble plate.
“Wow! I can’t believe we made these.” You marvel.
“Yep.” Shinsou breathes. “Looks almost exactly like MindJack’s, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah. I hope it tastes the same too.” You add.
Your fingers burn a little, since the food is so fresh. The bread crunches as you bite into it and you make a noise that sounds strangely similar to a moan.
“Oh my god.” You speak around a mouthful. “That’s so good.”
Shinsou only hums in reply. His fingers tap the table a little impatiently. You’re too busy munching on the flatbreads to notice. You’ve never made anything even remotely as good at this, which you think makes it tastes all that nicer.
“These are so nice! I love-“
“You still haven’t realised?” He cuts you off quickly.
You look up at him. He’s watching you intensely, biting at his lip nervously.
“Are you okay?” You ask, brushing your fingers on a tissue.
He nods. Then shakes his head.
“I’m okay. I just. I thought you’d have noticed by now. I thought I was being kind of obvious.” He explains.
You’re confused. The sunrise is creeping in fully through Shinsou’s open windows, the chirping of the birds and the start of the morning rush cutting through the calmness of his kitchen. It’s too early for all this problem-solving. “What the hell are you on about?”
Shinsou stammers. He tries to explain, you think, but his mouth clicks shut. Instead, he quickly walks over to the closet by the front door. You lean over the counter and watch him pull something out that he hides behind his back.
“Close your eyes.”
“Shinsou, not again.”
“Humour me. Please?”
You can’t say no to those bright eyes. You reluctantly close them again. You hear a bit of a commotion and you almost open your eyes. You fumble around the table for the flatbreads.
“Okay. You can look.”
You do. And you’re greeted by Shinsou, wearing a pretty flowery apron that looks like it belongs in your grandma's kitchen.
You stifle a laugh. “You look stupid. Is this what the big reveal was for? You-“
And then it clicks.
Because you recognise that apron. It’s the same flowery apron you’ve unfortunately thirsted over multiple times. And it’s like everything just sort of clicks. The familiarity of Shinsou’s kitchen and his voice. The weird way he reacted when you brought up MindJack. Everything sort of falls into place, and you’re not sure whether to feel excited or completely and utterly mortified.
“Oh my god.” Your breathe.
Shinsou laughs a little. “Yeah.”
“Oh my god.” You groan, covering your face with your palms. “There’s no way.”
“Have you finally connected the dots?” He teases, walking back over to you.
“Oh my god. Please don’t look at me.” You wave your hands at him but he doesn’t flinch, leaning his elbows on the counter beside you.
“Why? You’re my biggest fan, after all. I’ve been dying to meet you.” He drawls and you peek at him through your fingers.
“So I’m guessing you know I’m y/neats.”
Shinsou snorts. “You did tell me yourself. And very cute username, by the way.”
He runs a hand through his hair. You rub at your eyes as if it’ll help erase you almost telling Shinsou he could wine and dine and fuck you.
“When did you even realise it was me?” You mumble.
“Two days ago. When you showed me my own YouTube page.” He reminds you and you wince.
Your brain feels like it’s running six hundred miles a minute. Shinsou and MindJack being the same person does sort of make sense. They both have the same humour, the affinity for cooking. That uncanny ability to make you feel like your fifteen with a crush again. The chances feel one in a million, and while you should still feel embarrassed, you’re starting to get a little excited.
“You’re like, famous, you know.”
Shinsou smiles. “I know.”
You take another bit of the flatbread. It’s so good. It’s now dawning on you that you’re eating food made by it’s original creator, which makes it taste a hundred times better.
The room has been silent for a beat too long and Shinsou watches you carefully. “Have I weirded you out?”
“No! No, not at all, I’m just. I’m shocked. And embarrassed. I’ve been- I’ve been thirsting over you to your face.” You rush out, eyes darting away from the careful look on his face.
Shinsou holds up his hands. “Hey, don’t stop on my account.”
You huff a laugh. Shinsou still looks worried, though. He sighs, running a hand through his hair.
“The second I realised, I knew I had to tell you. I felt- I don’t know, I thought it’d be weird if I knew and you didn’t.”
“I thought you’d figure it out while we were cooking.” He gestures towards his kitchen. “It’s the same setup as my videos, you know.”
You yawn. “Shinsou, it’s six in the morning and I haven’t slept a wink. You think I have the energy to figure out this mystery?”
He snorts. “Apologies, apologies. I thought the baking was a nice touch.”
You smile. “Yeah, a little.”
“Well. Now that you know, and we’ve gotten all the awkward introductions out the way.” Shinsou looks at you again with those bright purple eyes, his hand reaches down to grab yours. “Will you finally say yes to my request for dinner?”
“Hm. If you let me help you cook, then sure.”