A bachelor auction au! I had a bit of fun with this one, I won't lie! I split it into two chapters but I hope that you all will enjoy it! I had an absolute blast with writing this one! I definitely love the idea of Hizashi and Shouta being strangers as much as I love writing them as a married couple! Ah! I hope that you all enjoy this short little fic of mine! I know I certainly am liking the idea of making shorter fics for a while! Anyhow, I won't babble your ears off! I hope you all enjoy this first chapter! The smut will be very abundant in the second chapter! Until we meet again ❤️
"Why the hell am I doing this again?"
The sharp, incredulous edge to Shouta's voice carried effortlessly despite his best efforts to stay quiet. Nemuri stood before him with a pout on her red painted lips as sky-blue eyes narrowed slightly at him. Dark lashes fluttering when she tugged the sides of his blazer together to button. "You are doing this because it's for a good cause! It's not the end of the world if you go home with someone tonight! God knows you can use it!"
"Use it? I'm not a toy, Nem! I'm not something some man can just buy then use to his heart's desire!" He snapped at the dark-haired woman who narrowed her eyes again with lips pinching together tightly when he took a breath through his nose. Letting it out slowly with his brows twitching together, he felt the muscle under his right eye twitching when he then cleared his throat before speaking. "I find this annoying. And stupid. I don't want to spend my night entertaining anyone."
"But it's for a good cause! And c'mon, Shouta, what's the harm, huh? So you go out with a handsome man that you have to entertain for a few hours then you go home. You can get a meal out of it! Or an expensive gift! Not everything has to be about sex and I apologize for implying that." He sighed out when the woman then reached up to fuss with his tie. Wiggling it before tightening it slightly when she smiled softly. "Besides, you might meet someone new. You need someone new because your thing with-"
"I know, I know. My thing with him isn't the best and I hate it." He sighed out when he swatted her hands away gently when she reached up to pat his cheek to which he pulled out of her grasp. "It's easier for you, at least you know your boyfriend is going to pay to spend the night with you, Nem. I have to go out there and God forbid some random man chooses me which is going to happen regardless. I just hope he doesn't show up tonight. I don't want to spend the night with him."
"I don't blame you, honestly. But weren't you seeing someone new? Wasn't his name T something?" He raised his brows at the dark purple haired woman who merely raised her neatly groomed brows at him. Pink lips pursing into an unimpressed pout when she reached up with fingers tapping his cheeks lightly. "Just- Think of this as a new chance! You might meet someone better than the both of them! There's only harm in not trying, Shouta! And you gotta try, right?"
"His name is Taishiro and he is an absolute sweetheart." He swatted her hands away with another sigh as he tugged at the hem of his blazer then reached up to rub his jaw lightly. His cheek. He then dropped his hands down to fuss with his tie again when he then sighed out with Nemuri's sky-blue eyes glowing at him with a sparkle of excitement. "But fine. I'll just "play the field" like you always say. I'm ending things with him and I might just go back to being friends with Taishiro. It all depends."
"Well, at least you haven't fucked him yet!" He scowled at the dark-haired woman before striding across the small dressing room to the door with her heels thudding over the carpeted floor. Chasing after him when she laughed in that airy, careless manner of hers but he could hear the note of smugness to it. Tugging open the door, he threw a scowl over his shoulder when Nemuri came to a stop mere steps behind him. "What? You know I'm just being honest! It's surprising since you have a weak spot for blondes!"
"You know, Nem, just because I'm gay and like blondes does not mean I want to fuck every blonde I see!" He replied dryly with the woman tight on his heels as he stepped into the hallway with Nemuri close by with a laugh leaving the woman. He fought the urge to roll his eyes at the merry way that the woman spoke to him. As if it meant nothing in the grand scheme of things to which he shot a scowl over his shoulder. "It's not funny, Nem!"
"No, it's hilarious. Don't you think your track records with blonde's are out of this world, Sho? I mean, I'm surprised you were even hooking up casually with a red head!" He gave another scowl when the woman fell into step with him effortlessly with her hand hooking itself into his elbow as her delicate pink dress swirled around her calves. "But you can't deny your track record with blondes, Sho! First it was Hakamada but now it's Taishiro! You can't deny the other blonde's you've slept with!"
"Is it so wrong, Nemuri, for me to have a type? For me to like a certain aesthetic with the men I sleep with?" He couldn't shake that dry tone when he looked to the dark-haired woman walking by his side who merely smirked up at him. He wanted to insist she stop. That he wasn't that particular with his type but he ignored the urge and instead huffed at the woman who merely raised her brows at him. "It's no different than you wanting to be with Oboro, Nem. Besides, I'm nowhere near as slutty as you think me to be."
Dark brows merely rose higher at him with that wicked smirk curled over her pink lips. It was an odd sight to see Nemuri wrapped in such a delicate color; pink lips, a dusting of a soft pink over her eyelids and an ankle length pink strapless dress. She looked sweet. Not at all how she usually looked with her bolder colors she normally wore. But that smirk was something vicious. Amused. "Yeah, but I bet you get around more than I do, Sho! So just think of tonight as an oppurtunity!"
"An oppurtunity for what?" He questioned as the thuds of his dress shoes on the carpeted hallway mixed with the impact of Nemuri's heels on the floor going along with his. He wanted to be irritated with the dark-haired woman at his side but she was making it damn hard. Or was it because he didn't want to be irritated tonight? It would only make for anything tonight more irritating. All the more taxing on him.
"For you to put yourself out there! Who knows, you might get a hook up buddy after this! You know, you don't put yourself out there all too much but you should leave your options open, you know? I can't remember the last time you had anything resembling a relationship but you deserve someone who makes you feel happy, you know? I feel guilty sometimes because I'm so happy with Oboro and you're over here bouncing from guy to guy. It's just- I worry about you sometimes, Sho."
It had heat gathering in the back of his neck as they made their way down the hallway together with his arm tightening slightly much like the hand on his elbow. It had him sighing out quietly when he tore his gaze away from Nemuri's gaze where he could see the sincerity in those sky-blue eyes of hers. He didn't need her to feel bad. He didn't. "I'm perfectly content in keeping my options open like you say. I promise, Nem, the minute a man gains my attention you'll hear all about it. For now, let's just get through this auction, yeah?"
"That's not helping not worry about you, Sho. Who knows, whoever gets you for the night might be someone good! There's plenty of chances for someone to strike your fancy but don't push yourself to do anything they don't ask for, yeah? Just because someone "buys" you for the night doesn't mean that it'll be all bad. Doesn't mean it has to be sexual, okay?" The hand on his elbow squeezed as their neared the lobby of the dining hall together where a small group of men were waiting by the dining room doors.
He turned to Nemuri who stared up at him with a dissatisfied look to her face despite her hopeful words when he tugged her hand from his elbow. He squeezed at her delicate hand that squeezed back at him with those sky-blue eyes flicking over his face when he sighed out softly. Leaning in, he kissed at her cheek which was returned to him when he then pulled back with a tight smile. "I'll keep it in mind, Nem. Now, you should go with the other women for now. Make friends. I'll let you know how tonight goes, yeah?"
There was a look of reluctance to the dark purple haired woman before she weaved on her feet then taking a step away. He nodded at the woman who nodded back when he then made his way away from the pink clad Nemuri to walk towards the group gathered around the doors that would lead to the small stage in the dining room. It was an odd lay out for a dining hall like this one but he had to admit it was at least practical.
There was another set of doors that would lead to the dining area while the ones before him lead to the small stage. He could do this. He didn't understand why he had to offer himself up but at the very least he could make something like this a good experience. Nemuri may feel guilty about getting him to offer himself up for a charity bachelor auction but he could make this a good thing if he wanted too.
He knew he was merely unhappy about giving up a night to himself while his sister watched Eri. He valued his nights alone but he couldn't help but agree to do this when Nemuri asked him. She'd been picking at him for weeks about him joining her in this auction. Promising to make it up to him whenever she had the chance to do so. Of course, it didn't change his reluctance to do something like this. He couldn't help but imagine all the other things he could be doing with his night.
All the other options he could have. He could be drinking a glass of wine at home and making dinner. He could've invited Taishiro over to his place for the two of them to have a nice dinner together. But instead, he was dressed up and ready to be some random man, or woman's, date for the night. He wanted nothing more than to walk away from the situation; to step outside for some air. To have a cigarette.
Nemuri had taken his pack earlier when she'd caught him smoking outside and spritzed him down with his cologne. Stating that no one was going to want a man who smelled like cigarettes the way that he was. He'd sneaked the pack into his pocket after Nemuri had placed it down briefly. Surely there'd be time for it after, right? He joined the group of other men when the door opened revealing a woman with a clip board and a headset with a mic settled close to her mouth.
She gestured forward as the door was held open and the others around him shuffled forward with shoes thudding quietly over the carpeted floor. The roar of applause spilling out of the doors had his heart jumping in his chest. Had him feeling utterly nauseated at the thought that he was putting himself up for this. That he could have and should have stuck to his answer of no. He let out a low breath to himself as he let the other men in front of him filter into the small back area of the stage.
It was no big deal, he knew that. Many men put themselves up for auction for good reasons like tonight supposedly was to be. Many men went through this and lived through the night. He knew that it didn't mean sex was a guaranteed thing or any type of expectation. He hadn't thought that he would ever let himself be involved with something like this; he hadn't thought he'd find himself in a bachelor auction type of scenario. It had him absolutely over this situation.
He didn't want to, essentially, pimp himself out even if it was for a good cause. Even if it was something that would benefit others. He wasn't the type to put himself into the limelight like this. He didn't like to do it this way. He didn't like to be the main attention for anything and Nemuri knew that better than anyone. So did Oboro. And yet somehow, someway, he'd let the couple talk him into doing this. Something about him being put into a favorable light in the public eye.
He didn't understand why he had to be in a favorable light but he didn't fight as hard as he thought he would against this idea. He was sure that tonight could go one of two ways; either the person who "bought" him could merely part ways with him or they'd want something from him. He didn't exactly know how these auctions worked, what was expected of him, but he was more than eager to get it over with. To say goodbye to this night.
Like Nemuri had said, he knew that he didn't have to have sex with anyone but he was afraid it would be mentioned. And what if it was someone he wasn't sexually attracted too? What did he do then? It always stung to have sex turned down but he couldn't do it if God forbid a woman bought him for the night. And, according to Nemuri, he was handsome enough for it to be a real possibility. It was a terrifying either-or situation that he didn't like to put himself into.
This was the type of situation that he liked to avoid. Something he'd want to do his best to stay out of. He knew that auctions like this just weren't for him but the couple coaxed him into it. If he had a sure-fire confirmation that Oboro would "buy" him then he'd have not a problem with doing this. If he knew that it would be to someone, he knew that it'd be more tolerable. Bearable. But he knew already that Oboro was going to put all of his money towards "buying" Nemuri for the night.
It was one of the perks of having a significant other in the crowd, he supposed. It was a teeth grinding situation but he knew he couldn't fault the blue-haired man from choosing his wife over him. He sighed out with his hands rubbing over the front of his outfit. A simple white button-down shirt tucked into dress pants with a black tie and blazer pulled over it. A simple black-on-black outfit that Nemuri had picked for him.
At least if he had to go through this then maybe he could find something bearable about it. He could find something about it that could make this situation something good. But he felt that twisting, sharp pains to his stomach that insisted this was a horrible idea. That this was going to go badly for him. He found himself tugging at the hem of his blazer nervously when that same woman from moments ago walked up to him with a pin in hand.
He held himself still while she stuck the pin just above his breast pocket with a bright gold number five on it as she hummed. Clipping it into place, she then moved onto the next man with another button in hand. He reached down to fuss with the button resting against his chest when he felt the throbs of his heart through his clothing. It was beating in hard, solid hits against his chest; as if it could somehow shatter his breast bone and jump out of him. Leave him behind.
He didn't like being nervous. He didn't like going into an unknown situation. He didn't like anything about this but he knew that he didn't have a choice in the matter. He couldn't back out now; it would fuck up the auction and it would not only disappoint Oboro but Nemuri too. And as much as he wished he could say he didn't care, he did. They were his friends for Christ's sake. The least he could do was live through this auction and never agree to another one.
After all, he could do that munch, couldn't he? Sighing out quietly to himself, he fussed with his button again with his stomach dropped out at the applause behind the curtain. His heart was thudding hard against his chest with beats that left him feeling sick. He wanted to get this over with. He wants this to be over with already. He wished he'd just rejected the idea of it when they first brought it up to him.
He knew it wasn't his thing yet he let himself be dragged into this. He rubbed his thumb against the edge of the button lightly with his breaths trembling slightly to which he took a deep breath then let it out evenly when he noted the shuffling as a man with a bright gold number one button shuffled before them as the other men began forming a chained line. Something that had his heart throbbing against his chest.
There was only seven of them but still, it was far too little for his liking as he dragged his teeth over his bottom lip nervously. He didn't like feeling so nervous but God knows who was going to "buy" him tonight. It had his hands twisting together with fingers interlocking when he fought the urge to shuffle slightly in place as he took a breath through his nose as his teeth let go of his lip. At least he recognized the five other men with him.
There was Higari Maijima; a man with shaggy, ginger colored hair down to his shoulders with bangs that hung in his eyes that made it hard to make them out. A dull blue if he caught them right. Then there was Keigo Takami; a relatively young-looking man with short, messy blonde locks and brilliant gold eyes that shimmered as he toyed with his button. Next to him was a man, Ken Takagi; he was a rather serious looking man with soft brown skin and dark, tightly coily hair worn in a short afro.
He had brilliant, intelligent brown eyes. After him was Tensei Ida; a close personal friend of his, Nemuri, and Oboro's. He stood in a dark blue suit that played off of his black hair and brilliant blue eyes with a slight smile on his lips. As if he were ready for this. And next to Tensei was another blonde man that he, surprisingly, couldn't recall the name of. He had short, neatly groomed blonde locks and blue eyes that shimmered in the darkness with a slight stubble and mustache.
Wisps of hair over his upper lip. And finally, behind him, was Sekijiro Kan; his silver hair combed neatly with his lower canines poking out slightly the way they usually did. Those dark eyes of his staring ahead at the curtain before them. As if he were glowering at the crowd long before he saw them. Was he the only nervous one here? Was it simply because he didn't care for being in the spot light? Was it because he didn't care for being under attention?
He wasn't the type of man to be rattled or to be nervous like this but he could admit to himself he wanted it over with. God knows he'd be long gone before the women came on stage. He wanted to fidget but he refused to do so. Not in front of these men who could probably sniff out his reluctance with a mere look. He clenched his jaw slightly when the curtains were parting up ahead with the first name called; Higari Maijima.
The ginger-haired man walked forward, orange locks swaying slightly as he stepped out into the brilliant lighting of the stage with a few rounds of applause ringing out. Then Keigo; the young blonde man seemed to swagger as he walked out confidently into that bright lighting of the stage with his arm raising in a way. His hand lifting to blow kisses at the crowd where he caught a few squeals of women from the crowd.
Then Ken was called out with the man straightening his shoulders before taking long, brisk strides that had his dress shoes thudding against the floor lightly. There was a few of those cat calling cheers that had him tilting his head slightly as the man merely raised his hand in a tight wave before taking a seat next to Keigo. And then Tensei was being called out as the fourth bachelor, the man turning to him with a slight smile on his lips before nodding at him.
He then turned to walk forward towards the edge of the curtains in preparation when he winced at the beaming light that lit up the stage. It was so bright. It already had his eyes aching when he straightened up, tugging his hands apart and taking a breath. He can do this. It was one short night. Just one. One out of the million other nights he had to himself. He'd get both Nemuri and Oboro back for this if he wanted to go down that road.
Licking his lips, his heart leaped in his chest when his name was called out in a strong, sure voice. Shouta Aizawa. He forced his feet to move as he walked forward with the floor trembling beneath his feet as he made his way along the curtain before pausing briefly, tensing himself. And then he stepped into that brilliant light that had him squinting as a roar of applause rang out just like they had with the four other men.
He couldn't see the crowd properly as he stumbled over his feet trying to find his chair while his eyes throbbed. Trying frantically to adjust as he stared into the light where he just barely made out the crowd. A few more minutes and he knew his eyes would adjust but damn if the light wasn't bright. Sitting next to Keigo, he blinked a few times and rolled his eyes before lifting his hand up to rub at his eyes fiercely.
And when he opened them again, he made out the forms of the crowd before him. The tables that were filled up with so many faces he couldn't find one to focus on. Couldn't find a specific group he wanted to look at. He felt overwhelmed by the amount of people that were here for seven men and seven women. It was absolutely mindboggling to stare out at the crowd as his heart throbbed in his chest with beats that did little to help his stomach.
He hated this. He truly wanted to get this over with and head home. There was nothing he wanted more than to get this over with then spend the night drinking to the bottom of a bottle of wine while his daughter was out of the house. He shifted in his seat slightly when that nameless blonde man was walking out to take the seat next to him with a golden, glittering six on his button. And then, finally, Kan was walking out as he was called for with that shimmering golden seven on his button catching his eye.
He sat up straight in his chair when he twisted his fingers idly into the fabric of his pants. Plucking the invisible lint off of them when his gaze flickered over the tables in the room. And then his eyes were falling on a familiar blue head; his gaze focusing in on the table closest to the stage. There was Oboro, smiling at him encouragingly with hands raised as his thumbs jerked up. No doubt trying to reassure him but it merely had him narrowing his gaze on the blue-haired man in response.
If it wasn't for him and Nemuri, he'd be home right now with a bottle of wine and a good movie. He'd be comfortable. He huffed out a breath with his heart throbbing against his chest when Oboro's eyes blinked and he turned to the man next to him. He let his gaze flicker to the man next to Oboro curiously; the light was bright but he could make out the man. He had long, golden blonde locks spilling over his shoulders down his back in a straight sheet.
He was too far away to catch the color of his eyes but he noted a tiny, stupid little mustache over his lip; as if he had shaved the middle away. Two little sections of hair that had him blinking. It was ridiculous. A stupid little mustache. The man was leaning towards Oboro who leaned in with his gaze going to the blonde next to him. They were clearly talking when two pairs of eyes flickered to him curiously which had his jaw tightening as he jutted his chin upwards.
As if he were daring them to gawk at him which merely had the blonde turning to Oboro who grinned. Leaning in with his lips to his ear as he spoke to him; as if they were closer than they truly were. As if it were something not to be overheard. It had him tilting his head with his eyes squinting against the bright light but he couldn't, for the life of him, make out what Oboro was saying. Whatever it was had the blonde man next to him looking at him once again with eyes that widened slightly at him.
Lips parting slightly before turning to Oboro to speak to the man who nodded enthusiastically at the blonde man. And then Oboro was giving him those thumbs up again when he glanced over when the ginger-haired man stood up. Standing next to the podium next to the auctioneer who began to give the stats on the man which had him looking down. Picking at his fingernails slightly while the personal information of the man's was listed off.
Trying to butter him up to the crowd who listened attentively. Of course, when the time came for bids to be placed, he was awed to watch it go up and up. There was a slight woman who stood with her card to call out a bid of one hundred thirty-four thousand four hundred nine yen for the ginger-haired man. The auctioneer boomed out that "going once, going twice" before loudly shouting sold with his gavel hitting the podium.
And then the ginger haired man was handed a small sheet of paper like a receipt before sitting down again. Then, just like with him, Keigo was standing up with all the confidence of a cocky young man. The blonde grinned cheerfully at the crowd which murmured with a few shrill women's voices ringing out amongst them. And then numbers were being thrown out so damn fast he could hardly keep up with it.
He felt slack jawed as number after number was shouted out in a bidding war which had him shocked. Awed. He didn't think something like this could go so fast and yet here he was watching the numbers crawling up, up, up before the auctioneer was shouting into his mic that same chant. Going once, going twice, sold. And just like that, Keigo was "sold" for one hundred twenty-six thousand nine hundred forty-two yen.
The blonde looked absolutely proud about this fact when he also took a small sheet of receipt paper from the auctioneer who murmured to the blonde. And then the man was walking back to his seat to sit down once more with a satisfied grin on his lips. And despite himself, he found his gaze flicking to the table closest to the stage. To the blue-haired man who was chatting with the blonde at his table. And he couldn't deny that whoever this man was, he was a beautiful man.
Admiring the cut of his jaw, the shape of his nose, the arch of his brow, and the shimmering blonde locks spilling down his back. He couldn't quite tell from a distance but his eyes looked- well, not exactly blue. Were they green? He had not a clue with the bright light in his eyes but he found himself admiring this man who was so close to him yet so far away. And then those eyes were lifting up to him which had his face flushing with a rush of heat.
He jerked his gaze away from the blonde sitting next to Oboro. He'd been so proud when he told Nemuri he had a type but he had meant it; he wasn't going to sleep with every blonde he met. But even now, he can admit the man with Oboro was beautiful. Stunningly so. Even with the bright lights in his eyes he'd have to be a fool not to recognize that the man next to him held a beauty that would make most women envious.
It was strangely enrapturing if he was honest with himself but he forced himself to keep his eyes away from the beautiful blonde man sitting next to Oboro. He knew Nemuri had been hoping he'd have fun with this but he didn't know if he could. If there was a chance of him being "bought" by someone he could have fun with in the traditional sense. He found his hands twisting into his pantlegs slightly before plucking at invisible lint clinging to them.
And then the third man, Ken Takagi was standing up to walk over and standing beside the podium with his hands shoved deeply into his dress pants pockets. Looking over the crowd with those intelligent dark eyes of his that had his lashes fluttering. Full lips pursed into a slight line; not quite a pout but it made him look a bit sour if he was honest with himself. He listened to the usual listing of Ken's information.
Listening to the auctioneer trying to butter up the crowd for the dark-haired man standing next to the podium. Then those intelligent brown eyes were flicking to him curiously to which they gave a playful roll that had him exhaling sharply through his nose. Listening to his information listed out; height, weight, eye color, interests and nicknames when the auctioning began anew. Numbers thrown out, the auctioneer shouting back, and the man standing next to the podium looking all the more unimpressed.
And then a woman was calling out a number; a beautiful woman with dark roots spreading halfway down her hair chasing the blonde away. One hundred forty-nine thousand three hundred forty-four yen. The auctioneer shouting out the usual going once, twice, three times and sold! The woman looked utterly proud of herself as she beamed at Ken who smiled at the woman with all the warm affection in the world. What it must be like to have that type of affection given to him.
And then Tensei was standing up as Ken took his receipt and walking back to his chair where he plopped down into it. And just like with Ken, Tensei's information was being read off of a sheet of paper. Everything that was relevant as the man beamed at the crowd who murmured amongst themselves and his gaze was roaming over the crowd before flicking to the table where Oboro sat with that blonde man. He didn't know who this man was.
He didn't look familiar and he was sure that he would remember meeting someone like him. He was confident he would remember a man with such a silly, stupid little mustache like that. With those big expressive eyes that he couldn't quite pin the color down from this distance. He felt heat tickling across his cheeks as he fought to keep the pout off of his lips as he looked over the blonde man again. Where had he seen him before? Had he seen him before?
They were questions that stung him sharply as he tried to place that face. Tried to recall anyone who could have been introduced to him through Oboro but he was coming up blank. And then those eyes were meeting his again; staring at him with an intensity that had his heart leaping against his chest. Had his stomach fluttering before dropping sickeningly. He'd never seen such an intense look aimed his way before but God if it wasn't wreaking havoc on him.
He tore his gaze away from the blonde when he tuned back into the moment. Listening to the prices being lifted off while Tensei held his hands behind his back when a woman with sea-green hair shouting out a number. And then the woman next to her, white hair flecked with red and glasses shouted out another number as her card flew upwards. Going once, twice, three times, sold!
The woman with sea-green hair scowled at the woman next to her as Tensei was "sold" for two hundred twenty-four thousand sixteen yen. His heart was throbbing against his chest when Tensei accepted his receipt before walking back over with an encouraging smile on his lips. And as Tensei took his seat, his name was called out in a loud, firm voice. Shouta Aizawa. He stood up then made his way over to the place beside the podium like the other men had.
The auctioneer began to list off his qualities, his height and weight, hair and eye color. The usual information one would give out when meeting someone new that he had provided the company. He felt out of place in the bright light of the spotlight as his heart throbbed in his chest with hard beats that threw him off. Left him shifting his weight from foot to foot when the auctioneer encouraged the first numbers.
It was rather interesting listening to the lowball prices thrown out; as if he wasn't worth the money. As if he wasn't worth spending the night with. The same woman from before, with sea-green hair, shouted out a higher number than the ones given when there was a shift. Then the blonde man with Oboro was raising the sign of his upwards. His stupid mustache twitching when the man smiled at him pleasantly; as if he were a friend helping him out.
His lips pursed slightly when the blonde then shouted out his price; four hundred forty-eight thousand thirty-two yen. The highest number of the night. His eyes widened as his mouth dropped open slightly as silence reigned over the room. The auctioneer did the typical going once, going twice, and after a heartbeat of silence the gavel was coming down with that shout of going thrice and then sold! It was done and over with fast than he realized.
Sold for four hundred forty-eight thousand thirty-two yen. He was handed his receipt as he turned on legs that felt uncoordinated as he walked back to his chair where he sat down in a heap. Now that the light was now longer in his eyes, they flicked to the table where Oboro was shaking the blonde's shoulder with a wide smile on his lips. So, did this confirm Oboro knew him? He had not a clue but he had too; after all, why would he be so friendly?
Of course, Oboro had been friendly with even strangers but there was something familiar in the way Oboro touched this man. He blinked as he looked down in his receipt in his hand as the sixth, unnamed blonde man stood up to the podium. He wasn't listening. He hardly cared. Staring down at his receipt, it was a scribbled number of the man's bid, the number on his pin, where he was to meet with the man afterwards, and a small congratulations.
He folded the paper up to stick into his breast pocket beneath the button pinned above it. There was a polite applause that had him looking up as the unnamed blonde was walking back to his seat and sitting down next to him. And then the final bachelor of the night, Sekijiro Kan, was being called to the podium. God, he needs a cigarette. Surely, he could sneak out for one when this was over? He didn't think it'd be too hard to do just that.
He shifted in his chair when his eyes flicked over to Oboro only to find that blonde man watching him. There was an intensity to his gaze that left him breathless as he found himself staring back unashamedly. Gawking almost. There was nothing he wanted more than to look away; to tear his eyes away but he didn't. Instead, he found himself looking as he tried to piece what color those eyes were; admiring those long blonde locks. The shape of his face. The cut of his jaw.
The shape of his nose and his cheekbones. The arch of his eyebrows with neatly groomed brows. The man gave off an air that told him he should know who it was. That he should be familiar to him somehow but he wasn't. Not by a long shot. He stared at the man curiously with his fingers twisting into the fabric of his pants when he looked away. Cutting off that intensity. Looking up at Sekijiro was sold for two hundred nine thousand eighty-one yen.
And then the auctioneer was coaxing them all to stand up which he scrambled to do so as the man went into his speech. He felt awkward standing there in the line but his gaze flicked back to the table with Oboro to stare at the blonde man again. Memorizing his face that seemed like it should be familiar to him. Were his eyes blue? Or green? Was his stupid little mustache groomed that way for a reason? Or was there no reason for it? How did he know Oboro?
How did he have so much money to throw at him? At the charity? Question after question was churning in his mind as he stared at this man who stared back at him with a sparkle to those eyes. Breaking up the way he'd stared at him with that intensity. As if the blonde somehow knew him while he didn't recognize this man. He shifted slightly when the line began to move to which he moved with them; walking across the stage as he tore his eyes away from that blonde man.
The tremble of the floor beneath him was light, barely noticeable, as he made his way across the stage once again. Once he was behind the curtains it felt all the easier to breathe. As if now that he was out of the limelight he could breathe out. He could relax and he could center himself again. It was hard, however, as his eyes ached with the frantic need to adjust in the change of lighting. He tried his best to keep from stumbling over his feet.
He walked behind the curtain towards the doors they'd come through. There was a round of that deafening applause chasing him from behind stage as he entered the front area once again. The men were fanning out with a few going towards the bar together. He reached into his pocket where he patted his box of cigarettes. If they were allowed to go and do what they wanted then he needed a smoke.
Walking forward across the front area with the soft murmur of the men's conversations ringing out. He made long, brisk steps to keep from being dragged into a conversation with Tensei. He didn't want to talk yet. He just wanted a smoke. If the blonde man couldn't handle the smell of cigarette smoke, then so be it. He reached out to push open the front doors of the building as he stepped out into the front sidewalk.
Patting his pocket again, he pulled the pack of cigarettes out and plucked one from the box with his lighter. Lifting it up, he stuck the cigarette between his lips and teeth while he shut the box then stuffed it into his pocket again. Lifting his lighter up, he cupped his hand around his cigarette as his thumb scraped against the metal wheel. Flickering uselessly again and again as the wind swirled around him sending a shiver down his back.
He didn't bring a coat with him but he had to admit that it was quite chilly for late spring. He slid his thumb over the wheel again and again until a flame popped up to burn cheerfully as he touched it to the end of his cigarette. Inhaling slowly, the smoke ripped down his throat to his lungs with a stinging, burning intensity that grounded him. He slid his thumb off of the wheel with the flame fluttering out as he stuffed the lighter into his pocket.
Then he reached up to pinch this cigarette between his index and middle fingers. Pulling it away from his lips as he blew out a cloud of gray smoke. Taking a slow, deep breath with his back hitting the brick wall when he brought it back up to take another drag off of it that had the end glowing a brilliant red in the darkness. He knew he could go in for a drink but he couldn't deny the hand to mouth movements were comforting.
He wasn't a big smoker; he had a cigarette now and again when he had a moment alone outside. Mostly to ease his nerves or his stress. He never smoked around Eri and did his best to keep his smoking intermingled. He didn't rely on them but God if there wasn't something relaxing about the hand to mouth motions. He had a steam based electric cigarette that he used at home if he was desperate for a smoke.
Rolling the cigarette between his fingers slightly, he brought it up to take another drag off of it then expelling the smoke from his lungs in a cloud as he flicked the ash off of the end of it. It glowed brilliantly in the dark night as another breeze ran over him to tug at his hair, his clothing, playfully. A chill running down his back as he leaned against the wall before shifting from foot to foot in a slight rocking motion as he rolled the cigarette between his fingers again.
Well, it hadn't been completely disastrous. He had lived through the auction and even if he'd been "bought" it was at least easy. And if this man knew Oboro then at the very least he knew it would be with someone the couple possibly trusted. He wished he could place where he'd seen that man. Where had he seen him? Why did he look so familiar? So familiar yet a stranger rolled into one? He hummed softly to himself with his fingers rolling the cigarette again before bringing it up to his lips to take another drag.
It may not have been disastrous but he couldn't shake the feeling that something would be expected of him. Would it be sex? Or would it be something worse? He had not a clue. None. He didn't know how these types of things worked out but he would go back in as soon as he was done with this cigarette. He didn't know what was going to happen to him tonight but the least he could be was just a bit pleasant, couldn't he?
Sighing out with smoke blowing out of his lungs that burned, he leaned his head against the stone wall. He looked up at the sky as he flicked the ash off of the end of his cigarette. There was nothing he wants more than to simply go home. To spend the night how he wanted but he knew that now that he'd been "sold" that he needed to see this to the end. Hell, for all he knew, there could be something interesting about this man that he simply didn't know about.
There could be something interesting that happened tonight that he might just be grateful for. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket to which he pulled it out of his pocket too find a text from his sister. He unlocked his screen to tap on the notification where a picture was blowing up for him. It was of Eri, surrounded by new toys and a delighted sparkle to her brilliant red eyes. White locks of hair tugged away from her face as she smiled up at the camera with all the adoration a child like her could produce.
It had him smiling softly at his phone before saving the picture. He slid his phone into his pocket when the front doors of the building opened up and he glanced over. And there he was; the man that had been sitting at the table with Oboro. The blonde's head turned slightly with those eyes landing on him curiously. Green. From this distance he could see his eyes were a brilliant, snapping, beautiful green hue.
Like emeralds. It had his heart jumping in his chest when the blonde smiled before letting the doors fall shut behind him with the quiet whistle of the wind filling the space between them. And then the blonde was pulling a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, plucking one from the pack, and shuffling over to him where he leaned against the wall next to him. He dug into his pocket for his lighter as the blonde looked at him with that curious sparkle to him.
He lifted his lighter up while hands cupped around the end as he rubbed his thumb over the wheel. Sparks flicking once, twice before it caught with a cheerful flame that he touched to the end of the blonde's cigarette. He heard the slow drag as he then pulled his lighter away, letting the flame flicker out, as he shoved it into his pocket again. The blonde took a long drag off of the cigarette before letting a plume burst out of him into the cool night air.
Not a word spoken between them. It was comfortable. Nice. He leaned against the wall as he flicked his cigarette's ash off the end before bringing it up to his mouth. Inhaling that bitter, cloying smoke down into his lungs he let his gaze flick to the blonde from the corner of his eye. At this distance, he could see the smatterings of freckles on the blonde's cheeks. Over the bridge of his nose.
Red framed glasses slipping down his nose slightly only to be pushed up as the wind blew over them again. Tugging playfully at clothing, at hair, and he found himself gawking at the man next to him then tearing his gaze away. His cheeks tingling with a blush as heat flooded his face when he pinched his cigarette tightly. Blowing out the smoke from his lungs with a light cough, he flicked his cigarette again with his heart thudding solidly against his chest; beating, beating, beating. Thudding.
It was a hard rhythm that had him sighing out as his head pressed back against the wall as he shifted slightly with his shoes scraping over the ground deafeningly. He wanted to head back inside. To ask to be let off of this. But he fought the urge to do so as he brought his cigarette up to pull on the end of it. Smoke swirling down to his lungs when he then let it out in a silver cloud. He listened to the quiet drag next to him followed by a plume of identical smoke swirling into the air.
The front doors opened again, this time with Ken walking out with that dark- and blonde-haired woman; arm in arm. Looking for all the world an adoring couple as they began to walk down the sidewalk. It was as he looked that he got the side profile of the blonde next to him. Staring for a heartbeat before feeling heat crawling into his face when the blonde looked at him again with those brilliant eyes of his. A bright green that robbed him of breath when he tore his gaze away from the blonde.
Turning his head to hide his hot face. He didn't understand what it was about this man that drew him in ever so slightly but there was something there. Where would he have seen a man like this? He wished he had the answers that he was looking for. He wished that he could go back into the building and question Oboro about this man. Ask the blue-haired man how he knew him. Where he was from.
He shifted as he flicked the ash off of his cigarette when he rolled it between his fingers with that silence dragging on quietly between them. What did he say? What did he do? He wished he had an answer on how to react in this situation. How to talk to the man who had technically "bought" him for the night. He was at this man's mercy; he was to do whatever he sought fit to do. He'd go through it with a tight jaw but he was determined to get this over with.
He was determined to get back home before the blonde could take any advantage of him. He didn't think this man would but one could never be too careful, now, could they? He shifted slightly with his head turning slightly to peek at the man through his hair. He was handsome, that much was clear to him. Very handsome. Beautiful almost. He had a beauty to him that would make other women jealous. Would make other men envious.
There was something about him that drew him in like a magnet. Like there was something about him that drew him in; like he was a bug zapper with a brilliant light that was dragging his moth self-closer and closer. He knew he'd be zapped. Knew it but he was curious enough to keep going closer to him. He peeked at the blonde through his hair before dropping his gaze to his hand where he rolled the half-smoked cigarette between his fingers.
Perhaps it would be better to say something now? To lay out the ground rules for the night? Or would that be too demanding? Would that be too selfish? He didn't know what this man wanted from him but he was determined to see this night out. To get it over with in the best way that he could without things being awkward between them. He shifted slightly before tilting his head back to rest against the wall once more as he lifted his cigarette up to take a long, firm pulling on the end of it.
Dragging that bitter smoke down into his lungs the letting it blow out of him through his nose on a cloud. It burned on the way out but he didn't mind it so much. He'd been doing it for years and had long since become somewhat numb to the sensation. He then dropped his remaining cigarette down and stubbed it out with his shoe when he turned to the blonde next to him. His shoulder digging into the stone wall of the building when the blonde turned his own head.
Those green eyes of his burning into his with that same intensity they'd held when the man had been looking at him inside the building. When he'd been sitting on stage. It had his heart sprinting against his chest with a sickening speed as he stared at the blonde in response who then smiled softly. It was a damn kick to his chest; as if he were being knocked breathless at the sight of that soft smile.
It was startling the impact something like that could have on him as he shifted slightly before taking a slow, deep breath in then letting it out. It was best to start somewhere, wasn't it? Better to break the silence before it could get anymore awkward than it already possibly was. The least he could do was thank this man for "buying" him for the night. That, if he knew Oboro, then he appreciated him for doing something for a mutual friend. That was the least that he could do, wasn't it?
Taking a breath, he pushed off of the wall when he faced the blonde who brought his cigarette up to his mouth. Sucking on the end of it with green eyes watching him curiously when he then stuffed his hands into his pants pockets when he coughed lightly with his gaze flickered away from the blonde before him. "So, um, as you obviously heard I'm Shouta Aizawa. You've already got all my information so I suppose the only things left to discuss is what do you want to do now that you've technically 'bought' me for the night."
The blonde watched him for a moment before blowing out a stream of smoke with a smile curling on his lips when the blonde shifted in his place against the wall. Turning with his shoulder digging into it as those shimmering eyes met his; a sparkle of amusement in them had his heart leaping in his chest. "Well, Shouta Aizawa, I suppose I could ask anything of you, couldn't I? I won't be cruel or anything of the sort! Or unusual! I was thinking of something simpler! Have you eaten tonight?"
Had he eaten? He blinked at the blonde when he tightened his hands into fists in his pockets. It was a simple question, he knew that much, but he found himself shifting slightly when he then licked his lips with that gaze flicking down to catch the movement. His cheeks tingled with a fresh blush that surprised him when he glanced away from Hizashi. "I ate with Nemuri before we showed up to this thing so I'm honestly good when it comes to food. I'm not exactly very hungry at the moment."
"Good! Then how about you and I go for a drive then? Let the road take us where it may? I wouldn't dare keep you out too late so would you do me the honor of going for a drive?" He blinked at the blonde who smiled at him with a warmth that had his heart jumping again. His stomach dropping out beneath him when his lips parted slightly with those green eyes dropping down. "I promise, I won't do a thing that you don't approve of, Aizawa. I won't take advantage of you; tonight is in your control. Whatever you want we'll do."
Whatever he wanted? It was rather generous for this man to offer something like that to him and he had to admit that he was curious about what the two of them could possibly do together. This man was a stranger to him so how could he believe him that he didn't want to push for anything? He found himself looking over that freckled face, at the spots of color popping on his cheeks, and he found himself shifting forward. "Okay. So, tonight, is in my control but I don't even know your name, you know?"
"Hizashi Yamada! You can call me Yamada or you can call me Hizashi, whichever you feel the most comfortable with using!" The blonde them smiled as he dropped his cigarette to stub it out with a grind of his dress shoe against the ground when the blonde then leaned into the wall again with that warm smile on his lips. And he found himself leaning into the wall, stiffening against the urge to lean forward. To close some of the space between them. "But I'm serious, you know. Whatever you're most comfortable with is what we'll do."
"So, you're saying that you're more than happy to take me for a drive? What will you do once you get me alone, huh? Every man has an alternative motive, that much I know. Not that I think you're some kind of creep who's going to take advantage of me." He paused then with his gaze flicking over that face; trying to place it. Trying to figure out where he'd seen it despite his name not ringing any bells. "Tell me, Yamada, what in the world would a drive alone with you entail? Are you just trying to get me alone without bringing me back to yours?"
An emotion flared in those eyes that was far too fast for him to catch; it was there then gone in a flicker. It had his breath catching slightly with his hands tightening in their fists as his shoulder pressed into the wall. Watching the blonde before him who seemed to think; to process what he'd said with eyes dropping down to the ground. Hizashi's foot scuffing the ground before lifting up again with his head leaning against the wall. "I mean, I could take you back to mine but I'd rather you didn't think me a creep or something."
"I appreciate you being at least a bit honest with me!" He couldn't deny he adored the way that smile burst over Hizashi's lips again with a wide, wickedness to it that had his own lips twitching. The front doors opened again with Tensei, Kan, and that unnamed blonde walking out together. Tensei's blue eyes peered at him to which he raised his brows back before turning back to the blonde before him. "So, if you're not going to take me back to yours then what exactly are we going to do in a car? Where's the goal going to be when it comes to driving?"
"Well, Aizawa, I was thinking a nice, aimless drive would be nice! Like we've both said, I could technically take you back to mine but until I know what you want from tonight, I think it's better to avoid dragging one another to our homes. After all, I am a stranger so it's natural to be suspicious, isn't it?" Hizashi's fingers lifted up then to trace out the shape of the brick on the wall. Black nails glistening in the lighting with long fingers that grabbed his attention briefly. Watching them trace the brick wall.
And he found himself riveted to the blonde who seemed to be acting coy on him. It had his heart racing in his chest excitedly at the thought that this man, somehow, was flirting with him. After all, the tone was there but there was also a casualness that had his heart jumping; like they were friends meeting up for a late-night drink. He squeezed his fingers to his palms with the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. "You're clearly not a stranger to Oboro. Let me guess, you're some kind of friend to him? High school friend? College?"
"Through work, actually! I've been friends with Oboro for about three years? It's been a bit! I'm sorry for not formally meeting you before now but, you know, Oboro kinda gate-kept you from me claiming he'd introduce us eventually! He asked me to do him a solid tonight and 'buy' you rather than stranger!" The blonde then grinned at him wickedly with fingers sliding down the brick wall. "You're far more handsome than Oboro let on, however, so I definitely don't mind doing this for him! I don't mind doing favors when I can!"
"Oh, a favor, huh? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised in the slightest bit with Oboro." He replied with a lilt to his voice as he leaned into the wall, grinning at the blonde before him. Admiring those smatterings of freckles over his cheeks and nose. He didn't need to admire them long to find them absolutely adorable. "Though I thank you for doing this favor for him. I don't normally do bachelor auctions; I don't like the idea of being indebted to a random person. Even if you are technically random."
"I don't blame you! Oboro damn near coaxed me into doing this and I refused it even if it was an interesting premise!" Eyes shimmered at him playfully again with those blonde lashes fluttering behind red framed glasses as Hizashi grinned at him wickedly. "I'm sure, if the situation was flipped, Oboro would have convinced you to 'buy' me in this situation! The only question is if you'd do it for him or for me for that matter! I've never been to one of these but I suppose it's for a good cause, isn't it?"
"It is, from what I understand." He replied with his foot moving to scuff his shoe against the ground with that grin twitching on his lips as he watched Hizashi's face. It was interesting watching the emotions flickering over it. Twitching. Fading away faster than he could comprehend them only for a new emotion to animate that beautiful face of his. He sighed out as a breeze ran over them. "I suppose I could've been stuck with a worse man or woman to buy me I suppose. At least you're willing to let me choose what we do while others-"
"Would no doubt force you to go out to dinner and be someone's arm candy? Yeah, probably! But you know what? It's not fun if we're both not having fun!" Hizashi shifted then with those blonde lashes fluttering at him and green eyes flickering with an emotion that flashed far too fast for him to comprehend. And yet he was grinning like he was a child; like this conversation against the building was something fun. "So, I know this little spot. It's along the side of this back road street and not a lot of people go there. There's a pond with lily pads like ten minutes away."
"Lily pads, huh? Is that how you're going to lure me into your car?" He replied with that playful lilt to his voice as he shifted with his shoulder digging into the wall while Hizashi raised his brows at him with that wide grin on his lips. A sparkle to those eyes of his that was absolutely infectious. Just like his grin. He watched Hizashi's fingers when he hummed softly. "Like I said, I could've chosen a worse man to end up with. Perhaps, after we go to see this pond and spot, you could bring me back to mine? And we can have a nightcap?"
"A nightcap, huh? Who's the one tempting the other into going somewhere, hmm?" Hizashi's voice also had a playful lilt to it with that grin on his lips twitching wider which had him grinning back when the blonde's lashes fluttered. Looking down then up again with that grin turning into something sheepish. It was cute. Mischievous. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had this much fun talking with someone. "I suppose that maybe, just maybe, I can be convinced to that! I just have to text my son I'll be out a bit late tonight."
"Mmm, I suppose I should do the same with my sister. She's watching my daughter at her apartment tonight." Maybe he could convince his sister to keep Eri for the night. Give him one night off then pick her up in the morning. His shoe scraped over the ground as he uncurled his hand to wrap it around his phone. Nails flicking at the case with a quiet hum when he then tilted his head at the blonde. "How old is your son?"
"Oh, he's fifteen going on sixteen! He thinks he knows the world already and it's a bit eye roll worthy but I love the kid!" He couldn't help grinning when the blonde rolled his eyes before grinning at him anew when he admired the way those lashes fluttered. How those eyes met his without so much as flinch as Hizashi's fingers skimmed over the brick wall. Tracing the shape of the brick itself with those eyes latched onto him. "How old is your daughter?"
"She's six." He murmured with his fingernails catching then flicking the edge of his phone case when he then paused to clear his throat. He watched those eyes flicking over his face when he shifted his weight with gravel crunching beneath his feet lightly. The blonde hummed softly at him in response when he then licked his lips again. Watching those eyes darting down to catch the movement. "So, are we going to stand here all night talking? Or are you going to take me to this quiet spot of yours? See the lily pads?"
"And, according to you, have a nightcap?" Hizashi questioned to which he grinned sheepishly at the blonde before him with a nod. He really didn't find the idea of bringing this man to be abhorrent; if anything, he found himself hanging onto his words. Onto his reactions. Onto how he spoke and how he looked at him. All of it was a dead ringer this man had some interest in him when he pushed off the wall with Hizashi following after him. "It sounds like a perfect night! Lily pads, a quiet drive, and a drink! Sounds like a proper night of fun!"
"I'm sure it sounds like a blast to you." He replied sarcastically which had Hizashi's head tilting slightly with a curious expression pinching at his face when he tugged his hands from his pocket. Sliding his phone out of his pocket when he then gestured to the blonde who blinked at him. "Well, you strike me as the type to want a good, loud party, you know? You seem like the type who enjoys going to those loud parties with awful music and t tons of binge drinking in the midst of it. Are you not a party guy?"
"I used to be when I was a college kid! But I've long since grown out of that scene but I can't deny I do love a good party now and again!" Hizashi replied when he tugged his own phone from his pocket with the screen lighting his face up with a blue hue. Light playing off of his frames as he no doubt pulled up his texts for his son. He was opening his own texts with his sister when he felt an elbow nudge him and he was surprised by the proximity Hizashi had closed. "But you seem like the type to like a quiet night in, yeah? Drink by yourself?"
"I suppose you could say that." He mumbled with his thumbs moving over the keyboard to text his sister; letting her know he'd be out just a bit longer and asking for her to keep Eri for the night. He closed out the texts then shut his screen off as he slipped his phone into his pocket again. He tilted his head to look to Hizashi who slipped his phone into his pocket with a hum before pulling his keys out which jingled cheerfully together in the quiet of the air.
"Alright! Let's go on this drive! I'm sure you'll absolutely love this pond! It's where I like to go when I do some journaling or when I need some time alone, you know? A place away from home that I love to visit! Sometimes, if you're lucky, there can be ducks there in the summer time! And turtles!" Hizashi was positively glowing with his excitement which had his heart skipping. It was such a brilliant smile that had his stomach fluttering when Hizashi began to walk forward and he followed after him.
"I'm sure it's lovely. And you're sure you want to come to my home for that nightcap? If it's too personal or anything of the sort just let me know, okay? Because we could always pick up drinks on the way to the pond if you wanted." He replied as he followed after the blonde who stopped at the edge of the sidewalk so suddenly it had him damn near tripping over his feet. And then Hizashi was turning to him with a sparkle in those green eyes when the blonde's hand lifted.
And then, much to his surprise, his hand was gently cupping his chin. His thumb resting just below his bottom lip with the tip grazing lightly beneath it as it slid in a caress. He felt his air fly out of him as his face burned with a rush of heat that had his heart hammering against his chest at the casual touch when Hizashi smiled at him. Those eyes locked onto his when the blonde leaned forward. "Don't worry so much, Aizawa. Tonight is about having fun! So just focus on that, okay? We can take things one step, one thing, at a time, yeah?"
His heart was throbbing against his chest leaving him utterly breathless as Hizashi's thumb moved in another caress beneath his bottom lip with his breaths trembling out of him. A rush when that hand let go of his chin only for fingers to playfully tap against it to tilt his face up. It was hotter than he liked to admit when Hizashi grinned at him wickedly. There was an electric jolt running under his skin. A thrum that made him feel alive. "Ye-Yeah, I suppose we can take it, um, one at a time. Where's you-your car?"
"Across the street! Come on! And close your mouth, you'll attract flies!" Hizashi replied playfully, the intensity of the moment flickering away as he was left stunned. Electrified. Fried. He stumbled after Hizashi to cross the street towards a black car as the passenger side door was opened for him and he walked forward numbly. Sliding into the passenger seat with the door slamming shut as Hizashi ran around the front of the car to the driver's side.
Tugging the door open, the blonde slipped into the front seat sleekly then slammed the door behind him. Shoving his key into the ignition, twisting, the car powered up with a gentle purring of the engine that had him blinking as he turned to the blonde. Lit up with the dashboard lights when he took the moment to pat his pockets. Wallet. Cigarettes. His house keys. Phone. Then he peeked at Hizashi again who smiled at him. "So-So, this place is, um, private? Or abandoned?"
"Not quite abandoned but not many people go there! So, there's not a lot of vehicle or foot traffic! It'll be perfect!" Hizashi chirruped as he tugged his seatbelt across his chest to clip into place. He did the same thing; reaching for his buckle with trembling fingers then tugging it across his chest and buckling himself in. "Now, are you sure you don't want anything to eat? You're sure that you're not hungry in the slightest bit? Because I don't mind springing for something on the way to the pond!"
His lips parted slightly as Hizashi turned to him with that sparkle of excitement to his gaze that was slowly becoming familiar each time he saw it. He shifted in his seat then with his heart beating wildly against his chest when he then smiled back at the blonde. It had those eyes flickering at him when he twisted his fingers into his pants slightly as the blonde began to pull away from the parking spot. "I'm fine. I'm not all that hungry right at the moment but I'll, um, let you know when or if it changes?"
"Good! Because I won't lie, I'm a bit hungry myself for something, you know?" Oh, the way it was said had his heart racing against his chest with his stomach dropping out when the blonde hummed before reaching out to fiddle with the radio. Smiling at him before turning his attention to the road when he fought the urge to squirm in his seat when the blonde then sighed out. "You know, Oboro had been telling me about you forever now. He showed me a picture tonight of you and I have to say, pictures don't hold a candle to the real thing, Aizawa."
"Shouta. You- I suppose, since you've known Oboro for a while I can let you call me by my first name." He replied with a waver to his voice as heat flooded his face with a new blush; he was just grateful the car was too dark to see it. He'd not been called handsome in quite some time and it felt awkward being called it. To have Hizashi imply that he was more handsome than he was led to believe. "I may not have known about you tonight but I'd dare say you have more than enough handsome beauty for the both of us!"
"Oh, you think I'm beautifully handsome, huh? Well, then I suppose I'd have to say you have that classic handsomeness that most men would die for." He smiled slightly, heat burning in his cheeks as his fingers twisted into his pants with plucks as the blonde turned the radio on down low. A soft number that had him humming quietly when he looked out the window when the blonde then shifted in his seat with the engine purring softly. "I mean that, Shouta. You're a classically handsome man. Oh! You can call me Hizashi or Zashi, whichever is easier!"
"On a first name basis already after one night sure is taking things a bit far, isn't it?" He replied to the blonde who giggled at him; the sound hit his stomach causing it to drop. Fluttering viciously at the sound as he gripped at his pants when he then swallowed before peeking over at Hizashi as headlights washed into the car. "So, um, you said that there's not much foot or vehicle traffic at this spot, right? That there's not many people who know of it?"
"Sort of! It's not a popular road so no one I've noticed really goes down it! But I promise it'll be worth it when you see the pond!" Hizashi replied cheerfully with the car speeding up slightly as they rushed down the road when Hizashi reached out then to lightly nudge his shoulder. Throwing a smile at him before returning his gaze to the front window with his hand sliding from his shoulder. "Don't worry though! We won't be there all that long! After all, the night is up too you! You decide what we do, yeah?"
"Okay." He replied far quieter than he intended but God if he wasn't twisted up. If his face didn't feel hotter than anything as he twisted his fingers into his pant legs. How could he want someone he'd just met? He didn't believe in love at first sight but he did believe in attraction at first sight. And mortifying as it was to admit it, he was attracted to this man. It all depended on what he did about it. And as they drove, he couldn't help but wonder if they could possibly act upon it. "Zashi?"
Hizashi glanced over at him briefly before pulling up to a stop light that flashed red at them as they came to a stop. The blonde then turned towards him with his head tilting ever so slightly to the side with that soft smile on his lips. "What's up, Shouta? Do you want to go and get something to eat? Are you hungry now? Or did you want to do something else other than seeing the pond and doing a nightcap? Is there something that you want?"
"Do you- I mean, this is going to sound stupid but do you believe in attraction at first sight? Is that something you could possibly believe in?" He questioned hesitantly with the blonde going quiet when he turned back to the stop light which flashed green and then they were shooting forward before the car behind them could honk. He felt his face burning at his question when he glanced up at Hizashi who licked his lips as he took a breath that trembled slightly.
"Yeah, I do." Hizashi replied simply when hands tightened on the steering wheel as the blonde glanced at him. The electric thrum under his skin kicked to life when he met that gaze. A thrum that was threatening to drive him crazy as it pulsed beneath his skin like a circuit. Leaving him humming from head to toe when the blonde then hummed softly before he was speeding up slightly with the engine purring. "You're going to love this spot, I bet. It's nice and cozy. Secluded. You seem like the type that's going to like this type of spot, you know?"
"I trust you that I will." His voice was a mumble but the blonde hummed at his response when he twisted his fingers together in his lap. Hizashi hadn't elaborated further but he had the feeling the blonde possibly felt the same. Possibly felt that identical humming beneath his skin. The attraction that pulsed between them from their light flirting. And he couldn't deny that he was excited. It had been a while but God if he didn't feel it. All that mattered going forward is how he acted on it.