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Marshmallow | Kano x Reader

A similar confection, usually soft and spongy, made from gum arabic orgelatin, sugar, corn syrup, and flavoring.

He simply had no idea as to whatever it was that you were doing.

You were just running around, tossing white little oval shaped things at other members in the Black Dragon headquarters. Either you were gutsy and could defend yourself from any form of retaliation from the aggravated members, or you were simply just bat-shit insane.

Kano loved to go with the latter option rather than the former.

"Hey... what is it that you're doing exactly?"

Coming to a complete halt, you stood there, frozen like a statue. God, he hated seeing people frozen on the spot. It reminded him dearly of the time he got turned into an iceman by that damned Lin Kuei. Redirecting his thoughts back to you, he noticed you were turning around, rather slowly and on your face there laid a menacing grin.

Yep, bat-shit insane it was.

He watched you, uninterested as you continued to smile at him. That uncomfortable smile he seemingly tried to force was never wavering. He then witnessed you reach into a small plastic bag that you held, dug your hand around within its' contents and brought your hand out to reveal ...

A rather large ... marshmallow?

He didn't get paid enough to deal with children in his clan anymore.

"Well, aren't ya going to try it?? I ... made them myself ..."

Your voice had died off from the ecstatic question to a hushed whisper, causing Kano to take a look at the marshmallow and then back to you. Surprise, surprise. He had taken notice that you were blushing madly and glancing around the room fleetingly. Why were you behaving this way? It was merely a silly old marshmallow.

You kept your hand out in front of you holding the small white confectionary sweet that you were blessed with a talent to make. You did not expect anything from him. After all, he was just a major trolling dirt bag. To both your surprise and shock, you felt a sudden movement and wetness touch your fingers as you quickly noticed that the marshmallow was gone from your hands.

Staring at your hands, you failed to realize that Kano walked off, one hand tossing his knife up and down and the other wiping off the remains of the marshmallow from his lips.

He would not tell you the truth, but those blasted large things were pretty delicious and he would not have minded sharing them with you.

Without the innocent display, of course.