The Narcoleptic and the One who can't sleep. [Chise]

Well, she definitely was passionate. The way she spoke about something as simple as the farmer's market was almost funny to him, so much so that he almost forgot she was a girl. His heart swelled up a bit with the slightest tinge of guilt, feeling kinda bad for always expecting her to do bad. If L.K could speak to him right now, he'd be getting scolded so hard for feeling guilty. He wasn't, so his guilt went unrestricted. "I-It's cool, really! The farmer's market has a lot of f-fresh produce.." He assured her, remembering just how amazing the lettuce they sell gets, specially at this time of year. It was summer, so he probably could catch some famous watermelons. Summer's the season for them.

His eyes then widened, completely caught off guard when she passed his test with flying colors. Not only did she like violins, she liked classical music in general. A little blush came upon his face from the tinge of embarrasment, his eyes looking out the window. Without seeing her, he could speak normally, at least. He just hoped she wouldn't find it rude how he didn't look at her when he spoke. Explaining his anxiety would just make him even more anxious. "I.. learned Violin with my dad. He even played the violin the day he--.. ah, nevermind, not important!" What kind of idiocy was that!? He almost let the fact that he was adopted slip out, coughing to the side a little bit, breathing in deep. 

Pushing his back gently against the seat, he got his face away from the window, looking straight ahead now, though he still couldn't look at her. Maybe it was just better to look straight ahead, at least he wasn't looking actively at the opposite of her position.

She didn't know what was in season for the summer? Silly woman, every japanese person knew that! ..Did they? His dad said so while teaching him, though now that he's older, he realizes that it may have just been his dad using that to motivate him to learn. Either way, he thought for a bit, remembering that there were quite a lot. Vegetables generally were always in season, or at least, they were avaiable. In Japan, though, what was in season during the summer were fruit! LOTS of fruit!
"Alright, let's see.. Strawberries were in season like two months ago, though some still last for now. Though there are Melons, Cherries, Grapes are ripening actually, Blueberries.. Hm.." He knew there were more, though he needed a few seconds to really get his mind organized, so he could finish the thought. "There MIGHT be some Japanese Pears by now, Watermelons and Plums are right in season.. and to finish it, Loquats and Kiwi Fruits might still be around. Yeah, I know those are fruit, mostly since the vegetables are in season nearly all year 'round." That was quite the long list actually, now that he really considered it. Japan really was a tropical island.. Arquipelago? He didn't remember what he could classify Japan as, though it definitely had an awesome highlight during the summer.

He appreciated her respect over what was clearly a touchy subject for him. The way she simply didn't pressure it on, it showed that she respected. By now, even if he didn't really trust her or even liked her that much, he felt like she was at least a proper human being. If she kept being the good person she seemed to be, he might just give value to his mother's words and really give her a chance to get close to him. Well, should they keep contact, which was unlikely. He'd never have the balls to ask a WOMAN out of all people to give him their number. "Hm. I don't know who did I get my quirk from. I.. am. well. You probably guessed it by now, but yeah. I'm adopted." It was a fact he didn't feel shame of, it was something he simply accepted. He had hesitated on ever telling her before due to the simple fact of not trusting her to mock him. She didn't mock him for playing the violin or being a vigilante, so he was guessing she wouldn't mock him for that, now would she?

It was hard not to feel a little tinge of sympathy with her, how excited she sounded when it came to fruit, the little chuckle. For just a second, he felt like she truly was like mother and could be trusted. Maybe he should really give her a chance. Reassuring himself quietly, he simply took out his phone and texted his Mom about it, asking her if he should try. If he should go for it and try to become proper friends. The answer was almost immediate: a big, round absolute "yes". To go for it, to try to become friends with another girl. 
What came next from Mom was a long rant about how he couldn't fear girls forever, how he had to become friends with the ones that were good and that, maybe, he wasn't really truly gay: maybe he was bisexual and all he needed was to get over his trauma. 

A little sigh came out of him to her answer, quietly grateful that she didn't overreact in any way to it. Yes indeed, his adoptive parents are the best. Following Mother's advice, even if he was panicking and growing pale and shaky just from the thought of actually looking at her, he turned his eyes to her, giving her a quiet nod, even shaking her hand, although his touch was incredibly light and unsure. His hands themselves were unbelievably soft, as if he was just a young child. He may be 17, though he, his skin at least, doesn't look a day over 10. 
"I-Itsuki Kouta!" He forced out of his scared mouth, a clearly scared tone that surely wouldn't go unnoticed as he pulled away, looking back down, now staring into his knees.

Winning a friend for Kouta was always something so unbelievably weird. He couldn't say he had friends, only acquaintances or enemies. Well, not even enemies - just people who liked to pick on him. So far, he had retaliated once and that was this very day, with the whole rubber thing. It felt cathartic and, honestly, he should do it more. 
Looking at her, he nodded quietly when she showed just how giddy she seemed to be over this entire situation. She really seems to be impressionable, otherwise, why would she ever be that excited over meeting him and knowing his name, out of all people? He decided to force himself to talk as well, knowing well that it was basic courtesy. "I-It's my pleasure too." Kouta said, looking up and down at her for a little second. 

Turning his face back down to his feet, he took his phone again, noticing, on his GPS, just how far they still were. They had been there for like twenty minutes by now. Looking outside through the window, rush hour proved itself to be a bitch when he realized they were kinda dragging through trafic. Not wanting to make Chise mad or dissapointed, he chose to just not talk, specially since she seemed drowsy anyway. Today had been exhausting, it made sense for her to be tired. Maybe she could take a nap there. ..Maybe he should take a nap too.

Alright, it was about time he started laying down everything he had in mind about her and what he had observed from her in order: So far, she has been nothing but supportive, gentle, warm and compassionate. Slightly childish, excitable and genuine. A slight glutton, hardworking and seemingly knows how to cook. Really, there wasn't a reason why he shouldn't be close to her and enjoying his time with a new friend. His fear of women just.. forced him to. He never knew when she might do an 1-80 on him, becoming a monster and hurting him like that caretaker had. Even the caretaker had her friendly moments, though far in between, completely ceasing once she found he had a quirk. 

It wasn't healthy to fester and entretain those thoughts and memories, though he couldn't help it. He was on the brink of beggining to cry in rage of what had happened to him and how he just couldn't trust anyone, though this was all broken with her suddenly turning to him and asking him to play a game with her. A game? Did she actually grow bored so fast? Well, playing games was like, half of what he did every day and sure as shit he wouldn't reject it now. "I-I mean, sure! Anything in mind?" He asked, even tilting his head as he managed to stare at her without completely shitting his pants in fear and having a panic attack. Babysteps.

Well, she seemed quite excited to hear a "yes" from him, so much so he almost jumped up a little from how startled he got. Her suggestions all sounded fun enough, though 20 questions was the most fun game, specially because he never got to share anything about him or his life. Either he didn't have friends or he really couldn't tell those kinds of things to his parents, like his adventures as a vigilante. He hadn't told her he was gay, had he? Well, maybe she'd ask, he didn't know yet. That was the fun of the game, wasn't it?

Confirming in his own mind his choice, he finally spoke. "Erm.. All those games s-sound fun, but-- I want to play 20 questions. 20 questions sound like fun, specially if you want to get to know your new friends, right..?" Yeah, it was quite an obvious game to play, specially from all the anime he watched while preparing himself to act properly when with friends. Did it help? Not really, he came close to a full panic attack more than once just today: and she even wasn't difficult to talk to! Breathing in deep and letting it all out to clear his mind, he simply pointed to her and laid a bit to his side, letting her go first on the game.

Well, that was good. It'd be a good way to spend the time, specially once he realized that 20 Questions was so much more harmless than what he thought. Anime had taught him to dread the first question, since it was always about some super important secret. Chise? Well, she simply asked what was his favorite food, nothing else. God, what was his favorite, though? He loved cake, he loved chocolate, he loved meatballs, he loved ribs.. 

Drooling just a little, along with showing an actual genuine, adorable and non-shaky smile while he thought about all of the amazings foods he had ever tried, though one always stood above all others. Nodding to himself, he quickly cleaned his lisp from the drool, trying to remain as composed as ever. "Uhm.. I actually like Cookie Cake the most. My turn. Uhm.. what do you do on your free time?" 
He'd ask about her favorite food as well, though he was quite afraid of looking unoriginal and boring if he were to simply turn the question back on her. Instead, he'd ask about what she did on her free time and see if she spent her time plotting ruining someone's life. Basically, he was secretely being paranoid as always.