If it's you | Jack The Ripper x OC | Black Clover

If it's you

"Oi!", I heard a familiar voice call after me. I immediately recognized the voice. It was rough just like gravel.

I loved it. I wanted to hear more and more of it. I wanted to hear it whispering my name before feeling warm lips on mine.

With an expressionless face, I turned around and looked up to see my chef directly in the eyes.

"Huh? What?" My voice sounded bored and a bit tired, not reflecting any of the intense thoughts or feelings inside me.

I inspected his eyes, searching for what Jack could possibly want from me now. For a quick second, I started drowning in the small pools of honey. His eyes were sharp and the golden color was shining. He looked down at me, his eyes quickly wandering over my body, giving me goosebumps and making my knees feel like jelly.

His eyes were a guilty pleasure for me. Every time I looked at them I had to hold my breath for a second. The color was beautiful but the form and way he looked at things were even intenser than the color. The look in his sharp eyes made me feel like he was a predator that could kill me if he felt like it.

I was strong. I am strong. But fuck, this man made me want to be prey.

Only his prey.

I wanted him to press himself above me as he would pin me down, close to him. I wanted to see that shitty arrogant smile as he would know just how much I was desperate for his touch. Making me plead before granting me to kiss his lips.
"Why ya' staring like me like that? Don't curse me! I only wanted to ask you where the hell Keisuke is!"At the idea that I could curse him, he took a step back.

As if I could, I thought. If I would dare curse him he would cut me into little dices. Running his blades over my skin over and over again.

Until nothing would be left.

Now, the funny thing is, Jack didn't have to physically touch me with his magic to cut me. I already did that for him.

Even though my head was full with all these feelings and my chest felt like exploding I remained my usual face and answered without any delay that would expose my desires.
"I dunno. Natsuki went to grab him. If I recall correctly, she wanted to drink with him at a nearby bar, so you probably won't see him until tomorrow or the morning after that."

The big grin on his face turned into a dissatisfied face. His hand lightly twitched one time. I wanted to grab it, yet remained myself from doing so.
"Fuck! Someone ate all the breakfast! I'm starving and our cooking guy is fucking with that fake-ice chick!"

I could cook for you, I almost said. I wanted to say it. I bet he would love my food. I wouldn't mind making breakfast for him, even though it was already noon. I wouldn't mind cooking for him in general.

I wanted to cook for him and then hear him saying that it's good. I want to spend time like that with him.

"It's already noon. If you wouldn't oversleep and eat with us you wouldn't be hungry now." My eyes wandered to his stomach for a second.

Jack's thin. So thin that you could think he was actually starving. The first time I saw him standing, his rips showing I believed he was starving or having a disorder that didn't let him eat properly.

Later I learned it wasn't true. He eats enough and doesn't skip meals. If he does, he grabs enough snacks to make up for it later.

Yet, I couldn't help but get worried every time he skipped meals. He often didn't eat with us, and that was fine. Yet I couldn't help myself keeping track of when and how often he would sneak food after to calm myself. On days where it was rough training and people were eating almost everything even though Keisuke overdoes it every time, I would always leave a few things on my plate untouched so there was something left for Jack for sure.