Myopic-
Ophthalmology . pertaining to or having myopia; nearsighted.
unable or unwilling to act prudently; shortsighted.
lacking tolerance or understanding; narrow-minded.
LaLu
Since the first day he had seen her at the guild he had sort of been fascinated by the buxom blond. At first, he assumed it was due to her curvaceous body and clothes that left barely anything to the imagination but as time ticked forward, a failed takeover attempt, an excommunication, 7 years, and a reinstatement to the guild later, he knew it was more than simple lust.
It was myopic on his part to think that anything that involved Lucy Hartfelia could be so simply defined; sorted neatly and placed in its proper order. No, everything that was Lucy was messy, emotional, and pretty much everything Laxus was not.
His previous conquests were just that; something that was taken on, tackled, and won. Afterwards he wanted nothing more to do with them. But with Lucy, it was different. She made him feel emotions that he was sure were long since extinguished from his realm of capability and he was sure he was turning into a bigger sap than Alzack which made him cringe at the thought of that exuding for all to see.
"Hey Laxus." The star of his thoughts spoke softly with her typical warm smile on those utterly edible lips. He coughed lightly to try and get his wayward thoughts back where they belonged.
"Blondie."
She huffed indignantly as she placed her hand on her hip that cocked out in preparation for a reprimand.
"You're blond too!" She pointed a finger at him accusingly.
He just chuckled. Yes, when it came to Lucy Hartfelia, heart and light of the Fairy Tail guild, he had definitely underestimated her ability to wiggle her way into the most hardened of hearts.
"You want to grab a bit to eat sometime?" He asked with his signature smirk which only widened when her expression changed from utter shock to disbelief.
"Are you, Laxus Dreyer, asking me out on a date?" Her eyes were still slightly larger than normal conveying her suspicions.
"And what if I am?" He grinned as he grabbed her wrist lightly and pulled her towards him. His lips a hairs breadth a way from hers.
Nervously she licked her lips, her eyes darting down for a millisecond before finding his stormy ones. "No games?" She whispered vulnerably.
His eyes soften slightly, not too much since they were still in the guild but enough to show her that he was sincere. "No games, Lucy."
Shocked radiated her chocolaty orbs before she gave a nod in affirmation.
The whole moment came a part as his team had to put their two cents in. "Bout fucking time boss. I thought you were gonna pine for Cosplayer until the end of time." "Pine" "Cosplayer" "Forever" "Loves her" Bixlow's totems echoed, the last little totem putting in its own thoughts on the matter.
Laxus forgot for a moment that he had initiated the conversation in front of his own team and all he could manage for a come back was a light blush.
The declaration of the little totems broke Lucy from her stupor as she smirked at the blushing lightning slayer. "Meet me at my place tonight at 6. And Laxus…don't keep me waiting anymore."
It was his turn to be shocked as she sauntered away leaving him speechless and once again thinking that his goals that he had when he first saw the blond were definitely shortsighted and if her saucy tone was any indication, he was going to have her for more than just one night.
A/N. Sorry about this being short. I've been trying something that I saw another use to get back into writing. A daily one-shot, compliments of Webster's dictionary.