Akira ran the hell out of that place.
' What the fuck?!! Why is the fucking president of the Commission waiting for me?! From the spoilers, she's a fucking ass wipe! Shhhiiiiittt.... This is a problem. If this becomes a regular occurrence, then I'd be in a huge problem. I should get stronger. Faster. '
With that, Akira went to the beach that is very close to the apartment and started jogging.
But this time, she tried to make a string with her blood as she ran.
After about twenty minutes, she realised that Akira's body is pathetic on the scale of fitness.
She comes back only after sun goes down the horizon and she's too tired to continue.
After she figured out she cannot jog for 3 hours straight in beach like she could in her old body, she decided to make it more lasting by running at full speed for two minutes before jogging for 10 minutes and taking a break for 20 minutes. But in these twenty minutes, she practiced with her blood. That's when an idea hit her.
Her quirk is blood. And from all the practice she did in the basement for that full week, she realised that she can also create more blood.
What if she dopes herself? Make more blood but don't pull it out of the body?
She tried it. She slowly made more blood but stopped it after some time. She can't increase the blood too much. It might lead to some blood vessels popping.
But whatever addition she did to her body gave her a huge boost.
She physically felt it. Her mind became clearer, her movement more faster and she loved it.
She promised herself a huge treat after going home. Maybe cook something for Hawks too. He's a nice guy.
As the sun sets and she's drenched in sweat, she just jumps into the ocean to feel the cool touch of water before coming out salty and sandy.
She dried herself to the cool Breeze of the ocean before going back to the flat and taking a proper shower.
Then took a look inside the fridge.
"...Is this cannibalism? Why is there so much chicken? This ain't even animal cruelty. This is same species cruelty.
And why is everything processed? Does bro not know how to cook? "
A tired sigh escapes her lips.
She buckles up her very tired body to go for a department store food hunt with the allowance he gave when he brought her here.
She is a vegetarian. As she surveyed the ailes, a realisation hit her. She needs iron.
So she finally comes to a conclusion on what she wants to cook and grabs spinach bundles , spices and lots of fruits for snacking.
She comes back and sets them in the kitchen.
Then proceeds to climb the counter and make palak rice. Her mother and father used to make that for her every saturday. Infact, they used to compete on who makes it better and Tara used to be the judge.
She neatly washes the bundles and cuts their roots before setting them aside.
Then she washes the rice in a cooking pot and adds some water before keeping it on the stove in simmer. She couldn't find an electric cooker in the house. So, she changed the method to what her dad uses.
Dad hates rice cookers. Especially the pressure cookers. He says they kill the nutrition. And mom hates cooking rice. So naturally, cooking rice had always been dad's job.
As the rice started being cooked, she chopped onions, spinach, garlic, chillies and fried them in butter before throwing it in the blender and making it into a paste.
Then she realised she forgot about salt. She simply added salt to the paste and blended it again.
She kept it aside and waited for the rice to get done.
Meanwhile, she munched on an apple and just wandered in the house.
' This house has like zero personality.
Why is everything so sterile like a hospital?
I lowkey expected that chicken to have pokemon drawings on his walls.
Or maybe angry birds.
I can change that. '
She mused quietly before going back to the kitchen and opening the fruits.
She took the grapes and washed them neatly in salt water.
Mom always used to say grapes have shit ton of chemicals on them and it's better to wash them in saltwater atleast twice.
After that, she washed the blending jar and cleaned it before throwing the grapes in it and making juice.
She then strained it and made two full bottles. One for the chicken, one for herself.
By this time, the rice was already done and she started the fire again.
She added butter, cumin seeds, red chillies, some sliced onions, curry leaves, salt and stirred until golden fry.
Hawks was done. He thought he'd go crazy today. Unfortunately, he didn't. But he was exhausted. The night life of the city did a little therapy to his senses as he sat on the roof of a random skyscraper and just looked down. He was just about to enter his house when he smelled a delicious aroma coming from his kitchen.
He didn't understand what was happening and went inside and checked the kitchen.
He doesn't know what he's feeling right now.
He wants to laugh at her for sitting on the counter to make up for her size or the lack of it but felt whatever strength in his body leave him completely as he just sat on the floor outside the kitchen and just leaned on the wall and closed his eyes.
It's nice.....
This is nice...
He doesn't want to move...
Akira, being the completely oblivious little human she is, she poured the paste straight into the cooking pot and mixed it well which gave a sizzle and released a different aroma from earlier but just as soothing for Hawks.
He didn't know when he fell asleep. Akira mixed the rice in the new mixture meticulously making sure everything is even.
Then slowly got down the counter and cleaned whatever mess she made.
Her moving footsteps woke him up again.
But this time, he woke up and entered the kitchen full of the sass he always hides himself in.
" Are you raiding my kitchen?"
" Oh! You're home! Guess what I made! You'd love it!" She says with the brightest grin on her face.
Little did she know, he already loved it.
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