𝘿𝙚𝙫𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 | Oliver Aiku x Reader

4

True to his word, Sendo arrives outside your apartment bang on time at seven.

You've put quite a lot of effort in your appearance today, going all out with your hair and makeup to look and feel as beautiful as possible; evidently, it's paid off, if the way Sendo's eyes travel all the way down your body is any indication.

"You're stunning." He breathes, taking your hand as you exit your apartment.

"You're not too bad yourself." You grin, locking the door behind you.

That's a definite understatement. He's dressed up simply but elegantly, with a dark blue dress shirt and smart black pants, his blonde hair pushed back and out of his face. It's a look you've never got to see from him; you've only ever seen him in either his football kit or sweatpants, but you decide that you could definitely get used to this side of him.

The car journey to the restaurant is pleasant, with you and Sendo engaging in comfortable conversation. You talk about any and all topics under the sun, and eventually the topic turns to football (as it always does, with these footballers- their sport consumes their entire world.)

"I don't know if you heard, but there's this new thing going on called Blue Lock." He says, as the two of you wait in traffic. "It's some training thing for young strikers."

"Doesn't ring a bell," You reply with a shrug. "You part of it?"

"Me?" His eyes meet yours in disbelief. "Hah, no. It's just high schoolers, I'm pretty sure. I don't need it, anyways."

You smile at his confidence in himself, nodding along to his claims. "Yeah, duh. You're the ace of Japan's u-20 for a reason, aren't you?"

He puffs up with pride at your comment, and it's rather endearing, the way he grins at himself and sits up a little taller, straightening his back. He parks his car- neatly, and effortlessly, unlike a certain infuriating man you know- and takes your hand in his as he enters the restaurant.

It's perfect; not too fancy to make you feel uncomfortable, but not too casual to make it feel as if he hasn't put any effort in. One of the staff leads the two of you to your table, and he pulls your chair out for you to sit in. You thank him, thrilled by the treatment he's giving you, and he takes a seat opposite you with a shy smile.

You scan the menu with your eyes- you decide to play it safe and just order a simple udon, and Sendo orders yakisoba.

Unlike Aiku, Sendo doesn't ogle the waitress, nor do his eyes wander from woman to woman; his gaze is trained on you, and you only, listening intently as you speak with him. It's a nice change, really; even though you've never dated him, you've spent so much time with Aiku in the past that you'd basically gotten used to the way he acted, and you'd forgotten that not every guy is a womaniser like him.

"Man, your professor sucks," Sendo sympathises with you as you to tell him your university troubles, shaking his head. "Of all people, I'd never thought you'd have school troubles, you know? You're so sensible and stuff."

You snort, and you're about to respond when a familiar husky voice pipes up besides you.

"Nah, you got it all wrong, Sendo," Aiku smirks as he slinks into his seat at the table besides yours, followed by some girl you've never seen before. "She can be real troublesome sometimes."

Your eyes almost bug out of your head when you see him, but Sendo doesn't look surprised, greeting Aiku with a nod and a high-five. The girl he's with smiles politely you, and you smile back, but it doesn't quite reach your eyes.

"Um, what the hell?" You ask, in utter confusion, turning back to Sendo with a puzzled look, eyebrows raised. "What's Aiku doing here?"

"You got a problem with that or something?" Aiku laughs, leaning back in his seat. "You don't own this place, do you?"