My Hero Rumi X OC Gambit: First Impression

Chapter 2

“Oh is right,” Rumi scoffed, downing another bite of chocolate. She grabbed another and furiously tore at the wrapper, even after she got the chocolate out. “It’s fucking bullshit!”

Light bit his lip, staring at Rumi and the tears that were slowly swelling in her eyes. He couldn’t even imagine what she was feeling right now. Fury? Sadness? Anger? Lost? All of the above mixed into a vicious fog that was choking her mind? Maybe, he could be a lighthouse for her and bring her out of it.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked slowly, his words barely heard over the movie playing in the background. He leaned trying to move closer to Rumi. Was that even the right move?

“No!” She shot up from her seat and gave a scream. “I want to shout about it, I want to cry about it, I want to kick him in the nuts, take back my stuff and. And. And. Just-- ahh!”

She fell back down onto the couch, her arms spread wide as she continued to groan. Her stomach was exposed as she slid down onto the ground with an exasperated groan. “I should have seen this coming! It was so obvious now that I think about it!”

“What do you mean?” She seemed a bit calmer, laying on his floor like a starfish.

“Just how he acted.” She spasmed her limbs as she talked, a bit like a fish out of water. “He proposed a year ago, I said yes, but then we stopped having sex. And I mean completely stopped, I asked what’s up he said he wasn’t in the mood, several months of trying to seduce him and it turns out he’s been sleeping with this slut for two years. Two years, Light! We’ve been a couple for three! That means I’ve been cheated on for over half my relationship!”

“But that’s not all, he said that he really liked my personality but he just couldn’t get over my looks, and that if I wasn’t as thick as I am or had different eyes he’d be more into me! Like what the hell!” She took a breath before flailing her limbs once again. The movement came to a sudden stop. “You said I was attractive right?”

The lights flickered again, and the movie jittered.

He stood up walking over to Rumi and offering her a hand up off the ground. Tears fell freely on a face that was the furthest thing from a smile. “Rumi, you are beautiful. How many times do I have to tell you that for you to believe me?”

She smiled and took his hand. He lifted her up easily and stood with her for a second. “Probably about a hundred thousand times. But there might be a way to make me believe quicker.”

“What’s that?” She pulled him down onto the couch, still holding onto his hand. Her skin was smooth, really smooth.

Rumi looked at him and pawed away her tears to smile at him. For a moment it looked as though she was back to her normal self. Especially when her smile twisted into something mischievous. “Kiss me.”

“What? Why?” He freed his hand from her and scooted back on his couch. His face burning at the idea. He wasn’t opposed to it, wait, yes he was this was his bully his tormentor. “Aren’t you just going through a-”

She pressed her hands into the cushion between them and glared up at him. His loose tank top dripping dangerously low exposing the top of her cleavage. “This is part of the recovery process. I have chocolate, now I just need you to help me with some kisses.”

It was easy to picture Rumi with a pair of wings and a tail as she said those words . To say he never thought about Rumi  in a romantic sense was a lie, he had thought of that for most girls in his class at one point or another.