Be My Mistake (Iida x Reader)

🌺 [HEARTACHE]: noun, emotional anguish or grief, typically caused by the loss or absence of someone loved. 🌺

I was back in my room at home. I was staring at myself nervously in the vanity mirror. My hair newly straightened and my mascara drying on my eyelashes. I was shaking uncontrollably.

You idiot, why are so nervous?! You're already dating him!

I laughed at myself. I had almost called him to cancel two times now, and I was contemplating actually doing it now. Even if I had just finished getting ready for our second official date. I then got up and stared at the outfit I was wearing. I was wearing simple black slip on shoes with a simple grey skirt, and a long sleeve shirt that hugged my torso and arms. My hair lay against my back without motion and I quickly grabbed a skinny headband and put it in my hair and over my head to push it back. I was satisfied. It would probably be cold tonight... but it was worth it to look nice for Iida.

I didn't know what he was planning. He refused to tell me anything, only saying to dress in a kind of casual formal attire. My phone buzzed next to me, a notification from Iida.

"Waiting outside at the front!" I smiled at his message and his name. I finished sliding my shoes on and tried calming my shaking body. It was just Iida! The boy you're dating and who's about to take you out. There is nothing to be so nervous about.

I kept telling myself that over and over again. Everything is fine. Nothing to worry about. Everything is fine.

I left the apartment I shared with my mother, who was working late tonight for a reason I didn't know. I made sure to put my pair of keys into my bag, turned the lights off, and locked everything behind me. I knew that Iida was a good guy and that he would make this a good date, but my nervousness was becoming uncontrollable.

I skipped down the stairs and outside of the apartment complex to where I thought he could be. I was correct. He was waiting outside with his side towards me and facing the falling sun in the horizon behind the apartments. I was entranced by his side profile, his sharp jawline with his perfectly jelled down undercut and slicked hair. His sharp nose and the rectangle glasses that rested perfectly on top.

I slowly cleared my throat and got his attention. As he turned towards me, his smile grew big and his cheeks became a light red.

"I-I brought this for you," He pushed his arm out towards me to hand me a singular lavender flower that was full and fat. I smiled wide and grabbed it lightly with my hands, making sure to brush my fingers with his and took the lavender flower carefully. I stared at him as I tried my best to tuck it into my hair under my headband and next to my ear without ruining it. It smelt amazing. "-you look amazing." His voice was soft and delicate as he tried to keep his eyes away from my body and on my eyes, his worry of wanting to respect me and my body showing. I appreciated it.

"Thank you, you do to!" He was wearing dark navy blue dress pants with black dress shoes and a tucked in sweater and the collar of his button up was showing and perfectly creased to fold around his neck. Everything about him was so clean and perfect, I loved it. I was getting lost in his presence, my mind not wanting to leave this moment.

"Let's go!" His smile grew it it's usual wide box, his perfectly white teeth showing through his lips. I smiled wide as I watched his hand come outwards towards me again, this time free and motioning for me to take it. I looked back at his face, it becoming red again with the unfamiliar move on his part, he would almost never initiate any contact with me, but this wasn't unwanted. I grabbed his hand and off we went.