Hitoshi Shinsou | Pro-Hero AU | 172732014

I'm Glad You're Here: The Bar

Your fingers clutched onto the edge of the glass, swirling what very little liquid you had left after sitting at the bar for the past fifteen minutes. You were early for this date, you couldn't wait while you watched the clock countdown to the end of your workday, prepping yourself ten minutes prior before walking out the door. It was an unusually cold day, a cold snap that must've snuck its way between extremely sunny and warm days. It was unusual and uncommon, but not improbable. Nothing like a light jacket to help stave off the chill.

However, now inside the warmth of the bar, you relaxed to the solemn beats of lo-fi chill. It was nice to decompress after a long day at work, and a smile crept on your lips as you sipped on your liqueur coffee. You chuckled at yourself recalling a few memories about the beverage - it became his favourite drink of choice after all, and you wouldn't have thought anything less.

"Hey there," crooned a voice from behind. Your smile suddenly faltered. It was not the voice you were expecting to hear when you turned to look over your shoulder, coming face-to-face with a stranger, good-looking to the eye, but still, not the person you were waiting for.

"Nursing something?" he continued, his sleepy doe eyes staring straight into yours with a lazy grin. You still held onto your glass, the dark creamy liquid swirling inside before you drank the rest of its contents.

"Not anymore," you replied flatly, pushing the glass across the bar and turning your back on him. You fixed your jacket's collar, facing the illuminated mirrored glass across from the bar and noticed the gentleman taking a seat next to you. You side-glanced at the man, watching his reflection as he turned to face you, that grin still on his face.

"I'd ask what someone like yourself would be here on their lonesome, but that's a little cliche," he droned on, his voice dancing amongst the atmosphere and the music. "You look like someone who's got a lot of stress on their mind."

You quirked a brow without turning your gaze towards the gentleman, continuing to watch his reflection instead on the bar's wall. He leaned in towards you by the counter, his suit jacket open and revealing a tight buttoned-up shirt. Again, good-looking, but he was encroaching on your space. You checked your phone for the time - 6.13pm. Another two minutes, maybe. You knew he was a little blase about tardiness and punctuality.

"Stressed?" you questioned, enough to feel polite, but also, unfortunately, not enough to disinterest his advances.

"It's not often you find someone drinking coffee at a bar," he commented, eyeing the empty glass on the counter before the bartender swiftly stole it away. "People come here to relax, and I can offer that for you tonight."

You knew he wasn't drunk, there was no smell of alcohol on him. His actions were intentional and as much as you didn't want to use your quirk, you couldn't help your curiosity getting the better of you. Still staring at his reflection, you watched his grin widen and his thoughts crept into your mind. It was vague, and only a few words were caught in the cloud you searched through.

Come on... you want it... best-looking here.... This'll be fun...

There's not a lot you could gauge from the words, but those that did were the strongest thoughts he held. Intuition aside, this was a very uncomfortable situation.

"Sorry," you said, still eyeing him in the bar's wall. "I have other plans tonight."

"Oh?" he crooned. "Waiting on somebody? Friend of yours?"

"As a matter of fact, yes," you replied, not once turning to face him. "I'd appreciate some solitude until then."

You wondered if he got the hint.