Don't Tell A Soul (Shouta Aizawa X Reader)

4. The Waiting Game.

It just never ended. It was so boring. Nothing was really around to distract me from my constant bordem.

Although, now that the day has just about come to an end, and I no longer have stuff to do, now I do have something to be excited about.

I took a long hot shower, I washed my (H/C), (H/L) hair under the water. I washed just about every peice of skin visible to the naked eye, leaving nothing uncleansed.

The smell of coconut oil filling my nose as I left the steamy room. My feet leaving little trails of condensation behind as I walked over to my bedroom.

I slipped on a backless black dress. It went down to about just before my knees. Spaghetti straps holding it in place.

I let my hair flow without tying it up whatsoever. I put on the smallest amount of eyeliner, just to accentuate my eyes of (E/C).

What I thought was a smirk spread across my face, leading me to believe that I was ready to go. But there was one problem...

I was really early...

Like an hour and a half earlier than I needed to be. And now I must spend the next hour and a half playing the waiting game.

I sat there for an hour doubting whether or not I should actually do this, and then proceeded to spend the next 30 minutes saying how hot I am. I went through a true landslide.

When the time finally came, my attitude towards everything else seemed to numb. I had one goal in mind, and that just happened to be that good looking man in the corner.

And if it happens that my goal doesn't show up, then my goal shall change.

Change to binge watching some anime on Netflix.

I left my place with a grin plastered on my cheeks. I was ready to learn this guy's name. Finally learn his name.

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I had arrived at the bar labeled Moon Sip. My nerves started to kick in.
Am I seriously getting nervous over this?

I walked into the bar. I looked around at all the people. Some new and some familiar faces from that one night.

"I really hope I never see that jacked up douche ever again" I said quietly under my breath.

I shuffled my way to the bar. Ordering a drink for myself. I looked around the bar looking to set my eyes upon someone's tired face.

"Here." I payed for my drink quickly. This time I ordered a Corona instead of my usual Cruiser. I've never actually ordered a Corona from a bar before believe it or not.

I glanced around the room once more before I took a swig of my beer. I had finally found what I was looking for.

I saw in a different corner then before, a man. A man with matt black hair that was just left untamed. I saw a man with tired expressions. A man with stubble that keeps its form. A husky, yet lanky tall structure. A sharp jawline getting traced by the most attractive pair of hands and arms.

My quick look turned into a stare. My eyes wouldn't come off of him. I could feel my check getting warm at the thought of talking to him.

I sat alone drinking out of my bottle. I had finally finished my drink. It had been 15 minutes since I'd arrived. And now I think I finally have the balls to say something.

I stood from my seat. I grabbed my small handbag. Then I started walking.
I walked with more intent than I had previously. Knowing exactly what I wanted.

This time around I had made it to his table with no interruption. It just seemed the closer I got to him the more attractive he got.

"Rough da-" "hey-" I was struggling to come up with words. I felt like I was gonna throw up. I felt so embarrassed.

He looked at me straight faced. Not fazed by my presence one bit.

"Wanna-" I looked away for a moment, recollecting myself. "Hi" I finally spat out.

His expression softened for a mere split second. "Hi." He said less than enthusiasticly.

"Wanna get a drink?" "What do you want?" Answering a question with a question. Nice bro. Real nice.

"I just wanna get a drink with you. That's all, do I need a reason?" I replied to his ridiculous question.

"I think you do need a reason." His smart ass responses seemed to continue.

"Ok well I'm gonna go get two rum and cokes and you can make up some reason for me, ok?" I said a little more comfortably than I wanted to.

As I was walking away I swear I could have heard a small laugh under his breath.

The bar tender passed me my two drinks. I payed and turned around. I saw some girl talking to the man I had bought drinks for.

She seemed to get agitated fast. Did he just tell her to go away? The girl instantly went on to talk to some jacked dude maybe two seats beyond where she had been.

I wonder why he did that. He didn't do that to me.

I walked over to his table. He looked up at me not saying a word. I placed the drink infront of him and mine across from him.

"Thanks" He said while I was taking a seat.

A look of surprise flashed across my face. I can't believe he's capable of thanks. I laughed at myself in my head, not wanting to seem rude.

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A/N: I originally wanted to do what I'm gonna do in the next chapter in this chapter, but then I ran out of space for this chapter so I'm just gonna make a whole nother chapter out of it instead.

I didn't mean for this chapter to be so long, my bad.

Published: 19th of March 2022