Out of A Shell (Dash Parr x Fem!Shy!Reader)

Knowledge Gained

After a moment, Dash paused, looking at me. He smirked.

"You can sit down, you know."

Heating up again, I stuttered out "O-Ok..."

I dropped my backpack on the carpet to rest against his bed, and carefully sat down next to him on his navy blue bedspread. I heard him quietly laugh.

"You're too cute sometimes Y/N."

"...!" I looked away, silently begging my heart to stop racing. Dash went on.

"This isn't that bad." He moved the fabric of my costume around, examining the hole. He took the threaded needle and stuck it into the bottom edge of the tear.

"Won't make me long to fix it."

He started weaving the needle in and out, gradually closing it. In the meantime, I went back to gazing around his room, still intrigued.

"...Hey, Dash? Are those trophies from the competitions you've been in?"

"Yep. Some of them are for baseball and soccer, but most of them are from track meets."

I made a noise of acknowledgment. He must've dabbled in other sports throughout the school years, but it seems track's where his devotion is.

"You like track?"

"Hard for me not to. It's fun, and let's me hang out with my friends. Sometimes skip school too."

"...Isn't it tough? Trying to not reveal your speed while running or something?"

"It used to be. Now I think I'm pretty good at it. I can set a limit for myself and not pass it. It's helped me become faster over time, ironically enough."

He explained, and I understood. It's probably helped him learn more self-control too.

Minutes later, Dash tied a small knot and used a pair of scissors to cut the needle from the thread, finishing the repair work.

"There we go. Not bad, right?"

"Mhm." I took my suit back from him, smiling at the stitched up tear.

"Now, we're ready. Just need to get dressed."

He stood up, and went to his closet. Curious, I watched him open it, seeing nothing out of the expected in it. But then, he reached in and over to slide a square-shaped piece of the wall out of the way, exposing a metal panel.

I leaned over to see better, and witnessed he press his hand on it, and it lit up. After a second, I heard what seemed like the clicks and grinding of a machine.

I jumped in my seat as the back of Dash's closet changed. His hanging clothes slid out of the way as the walls shifted, revealing something deeper into his closet. In silent confusion I stood up and slowly followed him into it, stepping into a small room.

It was mostly barren, except for a bunch of devices on a circular table off to the side, a small black screen of a monitor implanted in the wall, and...his own supersuit, standing within a cylinder of glass.

He had his own little secret room? That's cool. The rest of the Parrs must've had theirs too.

"Go suit up. I'll meet you downstairs, ok?" He turned to me with a smile, and I nodded, realizing with a start that I couldn't just...change in his room.

"Ok. Uh, can you show me where a bathroom is?"

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Wearing this thing again made me feel strangely nostalgic.