Wednesday, January 22. 6:55 a.m.
" Shit! " I cursed, falling out of bed as my heart pounded violently in my chest. I fumbled to throw on a clean pair of clothes, frustrated with myself for sleeping in. I never slept in, especially not on Wednesdays. "Don't be such a potty mouth." I scolded myself as I shoved my toothbrush in my mouth in an attempt to also brush away my foul language. Cursing wasn't my favorite thing; in fact, I hated it. The only time I didn't mind it was when he spoke it. I'd become accustomed to his colorful vocabulary over the past few months. After all, he always had something bad to say about everything. It was kind of cute.
Finally ready, I burst out the door and checked my watch for the hundredth time. 7:16 a.m. How did I end up being so late? I was so jittery the night before thinking about seeing him again that I honestly forgot to set my alarm. It was the stupidest thing I could do, and it wasn't like I lived close to that diner either. Activating my quirk, I used it to my advantage and picked up a lot more speed.
Arriving in front of the diner, I tried hard to catch my breath before once again glimpsing at my watch. 7:32. Frowning, I hoped for the best as I reached for the handle, only for it to open out and nearly smack me in the face. Luckily, my reflexes were quick and I managed to move out of the way on time.
"Watch out, damn nerd," A familiar voice snapped, and I looked up to meet crimson eyes. While I was upset that he was already leaving, I was happy I at least got to see him. Even better, he actually spoke to me, even if it was an insult.
"S-sorry." I apologized, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment. I couldn't believe that our first conversation came about by him almost hitting me with a door.
"Also, you're late." He added, and I looked up at him in confusion. "I paid for your cappuccino already. Disgusting how you drink that stuff every week. It's way too fucking sweet, you'll rot your teeth, dumbass." He noted while stepping aside to avoid blocking the door. I was sure I looked like an idiot with my mouth hanging open, and then I understood. I wasn't the only one watching. Smiling, I looked down at the ground, fidgeting with my thumbs.
"You didn't have to do that, but thank you." I accepted, and then took the time to take in his figure as I spoke again. "You know, cappuccinos are actually ready good. They're my favorite, n-not that you d-don't already know s-since you j-just ordered me one. Still! You should give it a try, at least." Jeez, way to sound stupid! I mentally scolded myself as the man in front of me smirked, a wickedly sexy gleam in his eyes.
"Okay, next Wednesday. Your treat." He stated, and immediately my cheeks began to burn. " Don't be late," he teased before walking off, leaving me to melt into a puddle in the middle of the sidewalk. How could one man have so much power over me without us even really knowing each other? Wait, did we just set a date? Like, a real date? Me and him? Him and I? I had to slap my face to keep from freaking out.
Now, is not the time to panic, idiot! You have work after! Pulling myself together, I walked into the diner and Ayumi slid my cappuccino over to me with a wink.
"Already paid for, hun." She said as I uncharacteristically took a seat at the bar. "Who would have thought you being late would finally get you two to notice one another? It's about damn time, too." She mumbled while cleaning the counter, and I couldn't help but smile, but it wasn't as true as I wanted it to be.
"I don't know, Ayumi. He seems way out of my league." I admitted, taking a sip of my drink as my eyes wandered over to his usual spot. It was weird to see it empty, but it was even weirder to think he and I had just made plans together.
"That's true." She deadpanned, and I winced at her honesty. "You're a short, curly haired cinnamon roll. Your freckles and baby face make you look like you're still in high school, and you dress like a bum sometimes. If it wasn't for your welcoming personality, I would pin you as an antisocial introvert." Thanks for laying it on thick. "And the other guy is your complete opposite! I mean, damn . Have you seen his ass? He's got this unapproachable air around him, and he dresses like a rich bad boy. It's so sexy. His ashy hair is always neatly spiked up, and he's got a great body. I'd climb him like a tree and-."
"Ok, that's enough!" I interrupted her, cheeks red and eyes wide. "There's somethings I'd rather not know, and how you imagine making love to him is one of them."
"Oh, hun. I'm not talking about making love. I'm talking about fucking his brains out." She corrected, and I covered my ears with a squeak. Smiling, Ayumi reached out and pushed my arms back down onto the counter, uncovering my ears. "Just because you seem different doesn't mean it can't work. Relationships are all about trial and error. You're going to mess up many times, and that's okay as long as you try to fix it, both of you. Give it a shot. You might be surprised how well the two of you fit together." She encouraged, and I couldn't hold back the giant grin that spread across my face.
"Thank you for always talking with me." I told her, taking her hands in mine.
"I'll always be here for you, sugar." She assured me. The only thing left was to make sure I avoided getting injured at all costs before next Wednesday. If it was a date, there was no way I could show up limping or hurt.