What's the wisdom behind dating?- Hananoi x reader

Your previous date, mate.

Reaching home, you found yourself gathering your thoughts.

You entered your bedroom, closing immediatly the door, as soon as you set foot there.

You were befuddled. Your hair was displayed in multiple directions across the mattress that you were laid on.

Fingers rubbed soft circles on the sheets.
You pondered grandiously. Images of the purple haired's expression entered and exited your maze.

His cheeks flushing a baby smooth color that you came to the conclusion that it was perhaps, an amusing reaction, needed to be seen again by you.

The earrings of the adolescent picled your interest when you met.
You wondered if he has had them for more than you expected.

His long hair fit him. However; you have tried to picture with shorter hair. Maybe it suited him better?

Although, your efforts were consideratable when trying to visualise, it wasn't much precise.

You couldn't help yourself, but to question the meaning behind dating you after meeting you on the first day.

What was him rummaging through?
Had him planned to get someone to substitute his ex?
It was possible.

A person that happened by coincidence to be you, since you were the first of the opposite sex to speak to him after his break up.

You hoped that wasn't the case.
Shallow actions didn't mix well with your nature.
Not anymore.

You remember wide and clearly the last time you let something like this happen.

You were on the beginning of your last year of middle school. Your hair was slightly shorter than it was now. Your (e/c) eyes shone brighter before. Your pristine (s/c) skin matched you perfectly the same as it does now.

There you were, waltzing to your seat accidentaly glancing over a boy that was on your class.

He gazed back at you.

" - Hey, there (Y/n)!" - Hotaru your seatmate and friend hugged you, smiling happily as she saw you once again after the long refreshing season that was the summer vacations.

You two chatted for a while, the reunion of you both was heart warming.

Soon enough, the teenager stealing a glance at you, decided to make a move.

His name was Shiva Yukimori.
He had a dark skin tone, complementing with his dark blue hair that could almost be confused as an indigo tone. He had a nice fitting shaped body that drawn attention easily and effortlessly.
His eyes were as brown as a fudgy chewy brownie.

Shiva, was quite the popular one with the girls at school.

When it came to Valentine's, he always had many home made chocolate offerings for him, which were made by his fan girls.
Yukimori wasn't an obvious playboy by the way he reacted around them, although, sometimes he did made slip that part of him.

He was a part of the baseball school male team. Shiva wasn't just a nobody there, though.
The dark blue haired was the right hand of the captain of that team. Girls thought that he had just as an athletic approach as he had a supporting role. They loved that.
A guy that would not only cheer up his team, when his captain couldn't by playing incredibly too. What a catch.

He approached you, put an arm on your desk and grinned at you.

" - (Y/n), it's a pleasure to meet you, student counsil's well known previous vice-president." - He mentioned your past position at school. Yeah, you rocked as one of the best vice-presidents there.