In which twenty-eight-year-old detective Kiba Inuzuka, crosses paths with a girl who turns his once orderly life into pure chaos. After finding out that she is his soulmate; it spells nothing but 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞.
Warnings: infidelity, mature language...
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KIBA smoked in silence.
He stood - tiredly leaning against the hood of his car in the nearly abandoned parking lot, staring at the girl with rather curious eyes. She, on the other hand, kept swaying back and forth on the heels of her feet repeatedly.
Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. He guessed that it was a nervous tick of some sort.
"We should talk about... You know," he said, scratching the back of his head unsurely.
"Smoking isn't good for you." she spoke out of the blue, her voice timid like that of a wounded animal. Kiba felt his eyebrow arch in puzzlement when she finally dared to look up at him.
"Does it bother you?" he asked. He was genuinely curious.
"I'm just worried about you," she answered, and he could see her eyes immediately avert away from him then, "I-I'm worried about your health, I mean..."
"Ah." was all he said.
The silence to linger between them had turned somewhat awkward now. Kiba took another long drag of the cigarette before crushing the remaining part of it underneath his shoe. If someone else had preached to him about his bad habits, he'd tell them to go fuck themselves. For her; he realised he'd be willing to try and stop them. The thought scared him.
His nerves were giving him absolute hell, and despite the anxiety - Kiba still felt at peace whilst with her. Absolutely ridiculous.
"Sorry, that was uncalled for... I don't even know you." she sighed, rubbing her temple with the tips of her fingers.
"It's alright," he spoke, and his gaze fell to the pavement bashfully, "How about we start with names?"
"Sure..." she said, and he watched her fingers curl around the strap of her bag. She kept messing around with it as she told him her name, "I'm y/n."
"Kiba." he replied, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans. It was the only way to keep them from fidgeting too much, now that he couldn't smoke. Just watching her flinch and fumble was making him antsy.
"Oh, like a fang!" she exclaimed randomly, visibly satisfied now.
"Sorry?"
"Your name," she said with a little smile as she pointed towards him, "It means fang in Japanese."
"Oh, that makes sense," he said, finally catching on, "Look."
Kiba brought his hand up to his mouth before hooking a finger underneath his upper lip slightly to show her one of his sharp canine teeth. At the sight, her cheeks reddened in an instant - the flush of rose hard to miss on her smooth skin now.
"What do you think, eh?" he snickered, falling just a bit more at ease with her now.
"Sharp." was all she said, and he could feel his own face grow hot when he caught the way her eyes flashed with the word. He was quick to pull his hand away from his lips.
