✍🏻 Little Matchmaker

8 - The Things We Do for Charity

When she got home from the auction, Akira was already in bed and she only quickly caught up with Maria. He did eat popcorn and played on the PlayStation all evening, but he also did obey and turned it off when it was time and went to bed.
Sophie was relieved to hear he didn't try to beg and bargain for the time to be extended and after thanking her, Maria left and Sophie was finally alone.

She dragged her body to the bathroom for a quick shower and once in her pajama shorts and a loose top she just collapsed on the bed and rolled around, tightly hugging a pillow. And because it was dark and she was alone and Akira was safe and sound in his bed, she let her thoughts trail to the things she knew she shouldn't do with Yuzuru, but really really wanted to.
But those were just the thoughts she allowed herself when alone at night, nothing she would entertain during the day to actually make it a reality.

And in the morning, she really did hope that Yuzuru would be honorable enough not to act on their mutual attraction because she doubted she would manage to push him away.
Being now dependable on his own reason and restraint and thinking that Sunday evening won't end well.

Or it will end way too well.

She thought as she glanced at her bed before she slid her bedroom door open and walked towards the kitchen island, making herself a cup of camomile tea. Akira was already awake, loudly yelling at his teammates over a headset as he was yet again glued to the TV screen and playing on PlayStation from the sofa.
Sophie just asked him to tone it down but otherwise let him be. Given his busy schedule during the weekdays, she usually let him do whatever he liked on the weekends as long as his homework was done. Or unless he was supposed to be punished for something and in those cases she made him clean the kitchen or any other house chores. But this week he did behave, so the chores were mostly up to her.
She looked around the large flat, steaming mug of tea in her hand and re-checked with her inner self if she can be bothered to do anything at all that day.

A moment later she dialed the reception asking for a one-off cleaning service and collapsed on the sofa next to Akira. She stared mindlessly at the TV screen, for a moment wondering that she did not remember getting him that kind of shooter game and that it did look kinda violent. She entertained the idea of questioning him on that but then just took a sip of her tea instead.

Not today.

Her brain was already fried enough and she didn't have the power to go through either his dodgy lies trying to convince her that she did buy him the game or arguments that the game is definitely approved for kids his age. And seeing how invested he was in it, she knew that the game will be there also next weekend and she would pick it up with him then.

Enjoy it while it lasts, Aki.

She thought and moved to the more pressing matters. Yuzuru's visit tomorrow. The plan was to tell Akira only the next day in the morning just before his arrival, otherwise, he would not sleep throughout the night from all the excitement, but the activity she had for them was the only plan she had.
And after finding out how much mutual the attraction was between her and Yuzuru, she definitely needed a plan for the evening too.

Sophie was half tempted to text Yuzuru a simple 'What the fuck is wrong with you??!!' but as it turned out, she was more polite than he gave her credit for.
But even if she would have done that, the chances of actually getting a straight answer were almost non-existent. And given how his moods were changing from one to another within seconds, she doubted she would figure it out herself.
Dead end.
No chance to figure him out without his assistance and no chance of ever receiving the assistance.

She was exactly where they started.
Giving her only his attention but that's it. Take it or leave it.
And she would have been absolutely fine with it if he wouldn't have gone for that stupid, goddamned, amazing, intoxicating kiss, leaving her only wanting more.
And even that she could let slide or even let the things go further, but his reaction after the kiss was so strange! She would have expected a smug smile from him but instead, he looked like he was going to jump off the roof if she touched him again!
What the actual fuck? It was as if one moment they were just friends and chatting, then there was something more, an affection, not an attraction and then....then he switched to stop thinking with his brain and just letting the physical urge take over. And the moment his brain switched on again, he was terrified as if he did something unspeakable.
So now she was concerned that if she would let it go any further tomorrow night, in case he would attempt something again, that he would have another mental breakdown the moment they would be done. And she really didn't want to deal with that.
He should first figure out what his own issue is before he starts to drag her into it. Because whatever he was going through seemed definitely like something more than just a really bad breakup.