Desire

Part 10 - periwinkle

**NOTE** This chapter does NOT contain smut

WC: 1182

Summary: Your day at work is made unpleasant by a news article and certain red-headed boy.

Includes: angst (I guess?)/teasing

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As you sit at work on Monday night you wonder why Tamaki hadn't made you guys official the other night. He had enjoyed it right? Perhaps he was just too shy to ask to be your boyfriend.

"So...how's loverboy"? Vicky comes up behind your seat where you're mulling over the uncertainty of your love life in front of your vanity.

"He's- fine", you say, not even questioning how she knows you were with him over the weekend.

"Is he"? She puts a newspaper on your desk, flipping it so the back cover is face up. It's a picture of Tamaki and a girl at some kind of event. He's all dressed up. More than usual and she- she's breathtaking. She had long periwinkle hair and stunning wide blue eyes. She has a smile that can only be described as 'adorable' and her dress is white and mint green, flowing around her body like- like a goddess or something. And she's got her arm around the waist of Tamaki, his own arm slung over her shoulder. Friendly. Or-

"So who's that bitch"? You study her, not even looking at Vicky as you inquire. Vicky hums.

"Apparently her name is Nejire Hado. Top ranked pro-hero and... Tamaki's partner". Her voice drops with the last two words. Your gaze finally detaches from the picture and strays to the headline.

"Going public? Amajiki and Hado make an appearance at the biggest hero gala of the year". You scowl.

"This is stupid they're clearly just co-workers". You tap the picture as if to solidify your point. Vicky nods.

"Yeah! And you're way prettier than her anyways", she reassures you. You give her a pointed stare.

"You don't need to say that. She's obviously very pretty-"

"Sooo pretty oh my god", Vicky breathes out, interrupting you as she stares at the picture. You raise an eyebrow at her.

"But...I'm fine", you finish lightly, looking around for some blush. She stops fawning over Nejire and nods at you.

"Yeah of course. He's whipped for you". She looks near solemn with her statement. You smile at her, looking at Tamaki in the picture. He'd better be 'whipped for you' because  hot damn did he look good dressed up like that. "Anyways", she continues, grabbing the newspaper from your vanity, "Mister red hair is here. Probably for you". She saunters away and you swivel around. He's here? You should've blocked him when you said you would. Now he's going to think you're a pushover.
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You adjust your bra strap so it lays flat across your skin. Today you're wearing a dark pink set with black lace trim. A garter belt holds up your sheer black stockings and most of your stomach is exposed. You're used to loyal customers but not so much to loyal customers who have your phone number.

Walking out onto the floor, you spot Kirishima immediately. No jeans this time. A dark red polo shirt and soft black slacks. He's wearing a Rolex around his left wrist. You scoff inwardly.

"Why are you here", you demand when you get close enough. He just leans back in his chair.

"For a lap dance darling. That your thing"? He has no shame, eyes trailing down your body as you seethe.

"Not with you it isn't", you sneer.

"Ouchie y/n-"

You step closer. "You can't call me that in here", you hiss.

"Okay. What's your stripper name then"? He meets your eyes.

"Karma". You smirk, trying not to watch the way he tongues at his pointy incisors. 

"Okay...Karma. I'm a customer and you're a stripper. Do I really have to explain how that works"? His condescending tone hits you like a slap to the face. You turn red.

"Look Kirishima-"

"You can't call me that in here"! He exclaims, mocking you. You startle. "You can call me daddy". His eyes darken as you feel literal puke in your mouth. You step closer to him and he licks his lips as if excited by the prospect of you getting violent.

"Okay first of all Kirishima that's fucking vile. Second of all, it's not very nice of you to chase after your friend's girl and third of all", you take a breath. "If you want a fucking lap dance ask literally anyone else". You turn to storm away.

"So.. you're Tamaki's 'girl' now? Weird I remember him saying- oh never mind". He waves his hand in dismissal.

You almost jump him. You would have if Mike hadn't approached you at that moment.

"Is he bothering you"? He had clearly noticed your distress from across the room, his tone already angry. You nod.

"Yes. I don't want to see him here again". You shoot Kirishima a withering glare but his expression remains neutral with just a hint of shit-eating grin. 

Mike gives Kirishima a cutting look.

"Ok ok, I'm leaving-"

"And not coming back", you add, voice biting.

"And not coming back. But can I just give you this for your trouble"? He puts on a nice guy smile and holds out a twenty. Mike takes the money and pushes it into your hand before you can protest and then grabs Kirishima by the arm and shoves him out the door.

"Thanks Mike. But I really didn't want his money". Your face is still red from the encounter.

"Money is money", he says sincerely. "Let me know if he ever bothers you in here again okay"? He gives you a pat on the shoulder and you nod.

"Yeah- okay. Thanks Mike". You watch him walk away as you shove the twenty in your bra.

The rest of the night is perfectly normal and by the end of your shift, your nerves have quieted. As you remove money from your clothes, your fingers wrap around Kirishima's rolled up twenty. You flatten it out with half a mind to just throw it away when you see a little white paper inside it. It's another note. Goddammit he's so juvenile with the note passing. You're too intrigued to be a stone cold bitch about it.

I'd be your boyfriend in an instant if you let me.

Fucking Tamaki. You scowl, crumpling up the note. Five years at this club with no customers chasing after you and suddenly two at once. Friends too. Who competes with their friends like that? What about the bro-code? Plus, you don't want Kirishima to be your boyfriend, you want Tamaki.

"You alright"? Vicky says from across the room as she packs up for the night.

"Uh huh", you mumble, not really feeling up for a heart-to-heart. You hear Vicky hum an acknowledgement and sigh quietly with relief.

Who cares if Tamaki's taking his time? Who cares if Tamaki taking his time is making Kirishima seem unreasonably more attractive? Then again, Kirishima's probably bluffing. A promise to fuck you? A promise to be your boyfriend? Crazy fucking stuff. The first may be true but a committed relationship doesn't seem like Kirishima's style. Then again it's starting to seem like a committed relationship is not Tamaki's style either.

Maybe Tamaki only commits to girls with periwinkle hair who don't tie him to their bed.