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Threats ~{Shinsou}~ (6/??)
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Hey guys! Sorry this took so long. Some of you may have seen that post that I made about my dog, and I'm thankful to say that she was able to get her surgery and she (as of yesterday) is fully recovered and happy. Thank you guys so much for waiting! Here's part 6!
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“If you do not put that down right now I will throw this at you,” you threatened Shinsou from across the island in your kitchen. He was on the opposite side holding your journal. He laughed maniacally, waving the little book around. In all honesty he had no intention to read it. He picked it up while cleaning off the table and loved the way you dove at him in an attempt to get it away from him. After a ten minute chase around the island, you settled on opposite sides with your choice of weapons. His was your book and yours… Well yours was a flower vase.
“You’re so violent!” he laughed loudly, acting as if he wasn’t the least bit intimidated. Though after seeing the sheer determination and force of your dive to get it away from him, he was actually slightly scared you’d throw it.
“And you’re annoying! Put it down!”
“Or what?” he teased.
“This vase is made out of granite, wanna test me?”
Shinsou thought for a moment, looking between you and the vase. After a second he slowly placed the book on the counter and threw his hands up in surrender.
“God,” he laughed as you snatched the book like a crazed goblin, “You’re kinda terrifying.”
“Yeah and don’t forget it,” you threatened as you walked to your room to hide the book.
When you returned to the kitchen, Shinsou was delicately chopping ingredients for the dinner the two of you had bought. It had become a sort of tradition now. Every week you would go out to get groceries and Shinsou would accompany you. Afterwards you would hole up in your house, cooking and binging shows. The two of you would play a round of rock/paper/scissors to see who would have the honors of picking the show. This has been going on for three weeks now and Shinsou never got to pick a show. Though you suspect that he’s losing on purpose. He likes The Vampire Diaries, he just won’t admit it.
“What’s so secret about that book?” he asked you without looking up.
You made a face at him, one that screamed “did you get dropped as a baby?”
“I went through all of that and you think that I’m gonna come out here and tell you exactly what I was trying to keep you from reading?”
Shinsou stopped chopping and looked up at you, “One, attitude. Two, you’re right.”
“Exa-”
“So I’ll just guess.”
“No,” you deadpanned.
“Your secret family recipes?”
Silence.
“A detailed list of everyone you’ve ever killed?”
“Woah that escalated, you weirdo.”
“Ah but I got an answer from that one!”
“Point taken, no more replies.”
You walked briskly to the sink to wash your hands, ignoring the multiple guesses Shinsou threw your way. All ranging from normal to “seriously what is wrong with you?”.
“Is it a detailed account of all the feelings you have for me?”
“Oh of course,” you snorted, “It starts with unadulterated anger.”
“OO! Big word!” Shinsou jokingly praised, poking his lip out with his puppy dog eyes, “They grow up so fast.”
“Don’t make me get the vase.”
Shinsou raised his hands in defeat, chuckling softly to himself.
“You’re such a toddler,” you laughed at him, going to stand beside him to help prep the ingredients.
“Well you’re the weird one for willingly hanging out with a toddler.”
“Excuse me,” you scoffed with offense, “Toddlers are cool as heck. At holidays I like to hang with them over the adults. I mean come on. It's either relationship drama and taxes or two little humans beating the shit out of each other and pretending to be dinosaurs. The choice is obvious, no?”
Shinsou bit back a smile and simply nodded, trying to mask his humor with a “sophisticated” tone, “Oh of course. No argument here.”
You smiled up at the tall boy, a playful smile on your lips. His eyes flickered down to yours, catching your attention completely. Cliche stars and cupid songs shot off in your head, but you were more concerned with the slight disarray of his hair. There was a single strand out of place, most likely from the fight earlier. You tried to hide your grimace at the cliche atmosphere that was surrounding you right now. But despite it, you bounced onto your tip-toes and reached for the hair, lightly moving it to it’s spot.
You tried to ignore the way you hear Shinou inhale when your fingertips brushed through your hair. You tried to ignore the burning sensation you felt from his lavender irises as they inspected every small feature of your face, painfully enjoying the fleeting moment of closeness you had created. But try as you might, you let your eyes flicker to his. You felt swirling in your stomach, like happy bubbles. It weirded you out to be honest.
“Don’t look at me like that when I’m holding a knife, Y/N,” Shinsou chuckled nervously, breaking eye contact instantly. You dropped back down off your toes, turning to your ingredients with a hushed tone, “Sorry you had a stray hair.”
During the show you were sitting criss-cross on the couch with Shinsou below you. He was slowly working on his bowl of food while you had finished yours forever ago. You always mock him about being a slow eater and he always replies the same.
“Maybe I’m trying to stay a little longer.”
That made no sense to you, he always stays even after eating. It’s normally until you pass out and he heads home. He’s a lot better at the whole insomnia thing than you are.
“Stefan annoys me,” Shinsou groaned pathetically, placing his bowl on the ground beside him. Nakoma eagerly ran towards it but was scooped up by the purple haired boy before she could get a taste. She wiggled angrily for a moment, but eventually settled into his arms.
“Why?” you snorted, used to his complaining over this show by now.
“He’s portrayed as some hero, right?”
“Well-”
“Well nothing,” he huffed sassily, “He’s not a hero. He’s a bad guy. And he’s over here fucking with Elena’s life which, in my opinion, makes him an even worse guy.”
“Well I don’t think Elena would even let him get away at this point. I mean she loves him, right? She doesn’t care about what he’s done.”
Shinsou turned and looked at you with a blank face, “Look at me in my eyes and tell me you’d date a mass murderer.”
You looked at Shinsou and smiled, “I’m not a Stefan girl, but if a mass murderer who looked like Damon Salvatore showed up, it would be all over. I’d go Harley Quinn in this bitch, no questions.”
“No question?”
“None.”
“You’re a mess, you know that?”
“Oh but you like that about me right?”
“I never said I liked you.”
You gasped dramatically, holding your hands over your heart, “That’s it, I’m broken.”
“You just admitted you’d date a mass murderer, I think you were broken before you met me.”
“Shinsou!” you yelled, “That’s it, you lost Nakoma privileges. Give her to me now.”
“No,” he scoffed, cuddling her sweetly, “She likes me better anyways.”
“Sir, I’m gonna ask you to leave if you don’t watch your mouth.”
Shinsou raised his eyebrows comically at you, a small smirk on his lips.
“Say it again,” he said in the most dramatic tone, eliciting a smile on your lips. You tried to bite it down but the way he just stared at you with the most teasing smile had you wanting to burst into a fit of laughter.
“You’re demented.”
“You like that about me.”
“Who said I liked anything about you?”
“Your notebook.”
“You didn’t even read it!”
“Did I?”
The two of you stared each other down. For a moment you thought he had actually read it, but at the same time there was no way he could’ve, right?
“You didn’t.”
“Did I?”
“Did you?”
Shinsou shrugged, “I didn’t, but you definitely just gave away the fact you’ve written about me in it.”
“No I didn’t!”
“Sure you didn’t.”
“Shut up and finish your food, jackass,” you finally huffed, crossing your arms angrily while turning to the show. Shinsou smiled at your blushing figure for a moment longer before turning back around to the show. He didn’t stop grinning until he left that night.
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