Stalker's Tango | Bartolomeo x Reader

Below the Surface (II)

No less than an hour later, the meeting finally came to a close. You felt somewhat relieved, having sat there doing virtually nothing at all but twiddle your thumbs and look around the place. The conversations had all been about Bartolomeo's work and apart from occasionally helping him out with a grammar check here and there, you had nothing to do with it at all.

Bartolomeo took his laptop from the surface of Katakuri's desk, tucking it back into his backpack. You sat there a little more eager to leave than he was, practically on the edge of your seat. All you wanted to do was go back home and sleep off the afternoon after having been dragged out like that.

"Well, thanks, professor." The green haired punk hummed, standing to his feet as he glanced in your direction. You took that as your cue to get to your feet, too. "'ppreciate it."

"I'm just doing my job." The older man grumbled back, almost distractedly and as if something else was occupying his mind.

You wondered what it could be.

With one last wave in his direction, you followed after your boyfriend like some kind of dog as he opened the door for you. You were one foot out and ready to go when suddenly, you were called for.

"(Y/n), was it?"

Looking over your shoulder, your eyes met with those of Bartolomeo's professor's. You felt frozen to the spot under such an intense gaze - your lover's expectant look only adding to that.

You nodded, turning your body to face the older man. "Yes."

Katakuri's eyes darted from yours to the punk's and then back to yours in a matter of seconds. You, without even recognising what it was, felt the familiar sensation that was someone wanting something from you.

"I would like to talk to you."

"Why's that?" Bartolomeo butted in, ruffling a little at being held up. Though he quickly changed his attitude when he received a stormy look of authority.

That look then softened as expectant, pink eyes landed on you once more.

"Meo, I'll be a second."

You cringed internally at the tension that had built up between the both of you. Without causing too much of an issue, you stepped forward and let your lover pass.

The door closed roughly behind him and you were left in silence.

There was a slight breeze that rippled down your body, chilling you over so slightly. The faint tick of a clock on the wall was the only clearly audible sound, the soft hum of cars outside the glass window a low drone in comparison. Your eyes were still connected to the professor's and you felt obliged to listen when he nodded his head down towards the seat you had been sitting in not even five minutes ago.

You padded forward, sitting exactly where you were told to. Unlike before, your quiet, polite exterior diminished into a nervous shift as you fumbled with your hands. You didn't look the man in the eye as he spoke.

"I don't want to be intrusive as it is not my calling, but I would like to inquire something."

"Ask away, please." You said welcomingly, lifting your head to flash him a smile. You could've sworn that if he wasn't wearing such a thick scarf, he would've expressed the same look.

Katakuri leaned back in his chair more comfortably, letting his eyes trail off out across the room.

"How did you meet Bartolomeo?"

You were completely absorbed in what you were doing, tapping away at your phone with a small smile on your face as you let your feet carry you home. Or at least the room you had to call home. In fact, you were so absorbed by what you were doing that you had forgotten to even look up once.