My Hero Rumi X OC Gambit: First Impression

Chapter 6

Somehow he ended up being volunteered to feed them. Though volunteer was perhaps the wrong word,it was more that Rumi smiled at him and asked him if he would make dinner for her. He offered take out but apparently, that was cheating. Which was why he was stirring a pot of noodles while staring at his phone to make sure he didn’t mess anything up.

Or at least that’s what he should be doing and he did have one tab open for that purpose. With the other twelve being various pages ranging from; ‘how to tell if a girl likes you’, ‘how to tell if a girl likes you likes you’, ‘dating for adults’, ‘flirting for dummies’, ‘how to flirt like a pro’, and the current one ‘Holy shit she likes you, you dense idiot just ask her out'.

From what he gathered there was a greater than zero chance that Rumi might be flirting with him also that kiss and what a kiss it was he can still remember it, and also she might be wanting him to flirt back. But wasn’t that too soon? Sure they’ve known each other for years both being friends of Keigo's  but due to remembering the bullying he stayed away only fake smiling if he saw her for the briefest of moments, last week made up the vast majority of their interactions. And that was another tab open ‘How soon is too soon?’

There was a lot of evidence supporting the Rumi flirting theory. Chief among them was just how much she kept going out of her way to touch him, according to the website, that was a good sign that she might like him. Then there was how much time they spent together even outside of work, which was a lot.

Light!” Rumi came  around the corner spinning twice as she came spinning into his kitchen,

“It smells good Light what are you making?”

“Pasta,” He shrugged, it was the easiest thing he knew how to cook, and also the nicest thing he knew how to cook, a skill he learned from Moe. “You wanna try the sauce?”

“Yes!” She stuck her finger into the sauce, letting the hot thick soup stick to her finger before pulling it back and sticking it into her mouth and when she finished she pulled her finger out of her mouth making poping noise.

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Rumi stood there, her plate already made and a sauced up bit of noodles was currently sliding into her mouth as she slurped loudly, a bit of sauce resting next to her lips was quickly devoured by her tongue. “Oh hey, Light,” She spoke with her mouth full then swallowed. “I’ve been meaning to ask do you any plans Friday?”

Outside of being told that its Friday and realizing that I have no plans that don’t involve work?” It was a bad and somewhat true joke, largely because his social life was pretty much limited to Moe and Keigo, being an adult just meant that everybody was too busy with their own stuff to really reach out.

“So you’re free! Awesome!” Rumi’s fork scrapped against her plate. “Now do you own a suit? Oh! You should show it to me that way we can match and totally kill it! Do you know if they actually dance at a charity ball? We should take a dance class? Do you know how to dance?”

“Rumi?” He asked her the moment she placed a saucy bite of pasta into her mouth.

She hummed at him, blinking in his general direction fork still in her mouth.

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh! Right!” She pulled the fork out of her mouth, beaming at him. “There’s a charity ball I was invited to and I thought that it would be fun if you went as my date!”

“Date?”

“Yea! Well, you know not a date-date, but you’d like be my date. I think there’s a difference. Maybe? But if there isn’t that’s awesome too! So what do you say, want to go to this charity ball with me? I promise it will be fun and that we won’t just spend the whole time drinking next to the punch bowl!” She struck a one-handed begging pose with her thumb between her eyes. “Please!”

“But, I don’t own a suit.” Really that’s what his mouth was going to say? Was he really trying to wiggle his way out of this by coming up with an excuse?   To  say nothing that it was Rumi asking him to be his date. Really why was it that when it came to villains he had no problems but put a girl in front of him and he was clueless.

Maybe he really did rely on exploding things to solve problems a bit too much.

“But, maybe you can help me pick out one that will match your dress?”

Eyes wide with glee and a mouth full of pasta Rumi danced in place. Somehow despite all that twisting and dancing,  the pasta managed to stay on the plate. “Yes! That sounds like fun! Ahh, I can’t wait now! I’m so-”

Splat.

A large portion of her meal fell onto her floor thanks to an overly ambitious twist.

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In theory, he should be incredibly comfortable. His couch was comfortable, the night summer air was neither hot nor cold, his stomach was just barely too full from the last handful of popcorn he had a movie ago, and Rumi was passed out on his shoulder, in a nest of blankets and pillows. The last movie of the night was slowly grinding to a halt.

But there was one thing preventing him from entering that comfortable zone, namely, it was his frantic heartbeat and hyper-awareness of the person next to him. It was technically a good thing, it was strong evidence that she might have feelings for him that extend beyond friendship, and stronger evidence that he would be able to return those feelings in a heartbeat.

Rumi, kept on getting more  beautiful every time he looked at her, was snuggled into his chest, while his hand rested on her shoulder. There was no mistaking this pose, he had done it in his previous relationship, it was the relaxing couple cuddle session pose.

And it was making his heart go crazy! Honestly, how could she sleep so close to it? He could barely hear her soft snoring over the sound of his blood rushing through his veins it almost sounded like every cell in his body was screaming how cute she was.

He couldn’t just wake her up. Well, he could but, he didn’t want to.

With a slow and steady movement, he began to move, pulling Rumi’s legs over to him while moving to support her back, and pulling her close. She was soft in the way that only girls seemed to be, just so pleasant to touch.

He placed her on the bed, shaking the thought of sleeping in it with her from his head. And covered her quickly with the thin blanket that hadn’t been kicked to the ground. “Good night Rumi.”

She groaned, her body tensing as she let out a small yawn, her red eyes shining like stars peeking out from the clouds for just a moment. “Night, Light.”