𝘿𝙚𝙫𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 | Oliver Aiku x Reader

1

You've known Aiku for a while now.

He's always been the way that he is; all smug smirks and gritty boyish charm. It doesn't help that he's extremely handsome, or that he's a talented footballer. He's every girl's dream guy, and he knows it- which is why he hasn't got a single shred of loyalty in his body, and you've known him long enough for that not to bother you.

After all, you're friends.

You and Aiku get along extremely well; you're as chill as they come, never seeing him as anything more than a friend and never interfering in his love life- it's simply never been your problem, and who are you to judge him?

You've never done anything even slightly romantic with him; sure, he's attractive and all, but you know better than anyone else that getting involved with Aiku is not good for a woman's heart.

As of right now, you're heading towards him at the restaurant he'd booked for one of his more prestige dates- as it turns out, she'd found out about one of his other girlfriends, and they'd both left him in tears before the date had even begun, so he'd called you over to eat with him instead.

Naturally, you'd accepted- it's free food in a fancy restaurant, so why would you say no?

"Seriously, Aiku," you laugh as you take a seat across from him. "I never thought you put this much effort into your flings."

It really is a nice restaurant; it's spacious, elegant, and well-lit, with soft chairs and glass tables. Incense burners are stationed near each table, strong enough to be noticeable but not too strong to make them overpowering, and the marble floors are so clean you could probably eat off them.

Aiku raises an eyebrow. "What do you take me for? I know how to treat a lady."

"A bit too well, I'm afraid," You joke as you smooth down the hem of your dress- you're glad you wore a nice one, because you'd hate to be judged in such a posh environment. "Now you're stuck eating with me."

"What do you mean?" He smirks, leaning down slightly in his seat. "Out of all my lady friends, you're my favourite."

"I would be flattered if I wasn't your only lady friend."

"Ah, well, you got me there."

Your eyes travel down his body as you scan him- for such a scruffy looking guy, Aiku really does know how to clean himself up. He's wearing a navy waistcoat over a crisp white shirt, complimenting his darker coloured eye whilst his lighter eye pops, paired with matching trousers and a nice watch. He's got a similar coloured blazer slung over the back of his chair.

"Liking what you see?" Aiku sounds smug as he sips from his glass. Not alcohol, you're grateful to see- you're both still 19, and regardless of how reckless you can be, breaking the law in one of Japan's finest restaurants is not in your interests.

"Hardly," You reply with a snort. "I'm just reeling from the shock that you were prepared to spend so much money on your date. You even dressed up and everything."

"Nah, man," Aiku runs a hand through his multicoloured hair, ruffling it up slightly. "She was this super cute model, you know? Proper rich. Wanted to impress her so she'd get into bed with me but I guess it wasn't meant to be."

You shake your head and sigh, used to these kinds of antics from him.

"Order whatever you like sweetheart," He pushes the menu towards you. "Might as well enjoy myself whilst I'm here, because God knows I ain't ever coming back."

You roll your eyes at the way he addresses you. Sweetheart? Please.

A young, pretty waitress arrives at your table. Aiku casually slings an arm over the back of his chair, flexing his biceps, and you force yourself not to laugh like a donkey as he winks at the poor girl.