I am looking up at the man I had fallen for. This was real. The two of us, staring unbroken at each other. I cannot tear my eyes from his. It feels as though a magnetic field is forcing us to continue to stare.
Why are we in such a silent stare down?
I had wanted to visit him. I knew he had been angry over the last match he lost to Tezuka. I wanted to cheer him up. I wanted to be there to remind him how amazing he was… It is not like he really needed me for that… But when frustrated, a person is not usually as confident and he is no exception.
So rather instead of a friendly greeting, I happened upon a rather cliché event: Walking in on him right after a shower while he was wearing nothing but a towel.
He is no less than fucking hot. He has got amazing arms, not overly buff, but strong and firm; along with his strong and muscular chest. He has definitely been working out. His violate hair is dripping wet; beautiful.
Needless to say, I am blushing like mad.
"Shay?" He finally speaks, eyes still locked with mine.
"A-Atobe-San…Sorry… I didn't mean to walk in on you like this…"
When I came in Atobe looked calm and apathetic. Now, his usual grin was back.
"It's fine. Feel free to stare. Just more opportunity for you to love Ore-Sama."
He is so full of himself.
My blush deepens. I look down. Our eye connection fades at last.
Atobe thinks everyone loves him, and I am not an exception. Of course, it is not like I have gone out and said anything. When faced with someone confident like him… I shrink inside as his self-confidence puts mine to shame. I have self confidence…. sometimes. And sometimes I have none. Like now.
Atobe grins wider at me. "Speechless? To be expected."
I furrow my eyebrows, filled with embarrassment.
"Y-you should just get dressed!"
As if I really want that…
Inner thoughts show images that included no clothes on either of us….
"I suppose I should." Atobe said, grabbing a nearby shirt.
I mumble to myself, "yeah…"
Do not get me wrong. I love this man. So why so negative? Because he is frustrating. . .
Narcissist. Rich boy. Cocky.
Too bad those are also the things I love about him. He embarrasses me with his actions. I cannot tell him that, nor does he know my frustration is from embarrassment… then again, he already knows I am in love with him. Because, to him, everyone is in love with him no matter what…
My infuriating crush is delaying putting on the shirt. Instead, he has been distracted by the mirror. He now proceeds to make poses in front of the mirror. Once again, to show off how sexy and irresistible he is. In his mind, I am sure the mirror is also in love with him.
"Ha! Be awed by my prowess!" Atobe exclaims as he combs a hand through his silky purple hair, sucking in his gut as to puff his chest out…. Which in turn causes his towel to fall off completely…
I do not avert my eyes from the sight of his fully exposed body. I do not plan to.
Atobe is clearly embarrassed, shown since his face is entirely scarlet. But his expression shows that of pride.
I unzip my jacket and throw it to the side aimlessly. I myself am quite embarrassed, but my own self confidence is now at an all time high.
Our eyes lock for a second time during the visit with the same thought.
As I continued removing my clothes I was suddenly scooped up into his more-than-capable-of-supporting me arms, and taken to his bedroom.