Am I late? I think I'm late... 😐😐
Anyways, this one is a request specifically by KassiaCruz6 and Leonneon11 who just wants a Ninjador oneshot 😁
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Ninja was losing his mind.
He tapped his foot impatiently, arms crossed as he leaned against the pristine white walls of El Matador’s mansion. It was unnecessarily grand, of course—just like everything about El Matador. He had his own private swimming pool shaped like his own face, for crying out loud.
They were supposed to leave at 6:00 PM. It was now 6:52 PM.
The problem? His boyfriend was still in the bathroom, shouting every five minutes, “I’ll be done soon!”
Ninja’s eye twitched. He had heard that line at 6:15.
And at 6:30.
And again at 6:45.
He sighed dramatically, pinching the bridge of his nose. How did he end up in this situation?
Right. He was dating the El Matador.
The walking embodiment of vanity and drama.
He checked his watch. Again.
He scrolled through his phone. Twice.
How could one man take so long to get ready? It was the Super League Awards, not his own wedding!
He wandered into the living room, glanced at the mirror, and checked his outfit for the fifteenth time. He was in a perfectly tailored black suit, crisp and flawless, not a single wrinkle. Not a single thread out of place. Because he was freaking ready.
Ninja’s jaw tightened. “El Matador! Are you ready yet?”
A muffled voice responded, “Almost! Just… five more minutes!”
Ninja’s eye twitched.
Almost done, my ass.
He knew better than to trust El Matador’s definition of “almost.” The man took longer to get ready than the rest of Supa Strikas combined.
He dropped onto the couch, letting his head fall back, his eyes fixed on the chandelier above. It was the third time this month he was stuck waiting for El Matador.
They were supposed to be attending some fancy award ceremony. El Matador was nominated for “Best Goal Celebration” or something equally ridiculous.
Ninja didn’t care about the awards. He just wanted to go and leave. But no. His boyfriend had to take an eternity getting ready.
He yelled, his voice echoing through the mansion. “How long does it take to comb your hair?!”
El Matador’s voice floated back, light and carefree, “I’m perfecting greatness, cariño! This doesn’t just happen!”
Ninja groaned, his head dropping into his hands. “At this rate, we’ll arrive after the ceremony’s over.”
“Oh, stop being so dramatic,” El Matador teased. “I’m almost done. Just a few more touches.”
Ninja let out a strangled noise that sounded suspiciously like a growl. He glanced at his phone. The award ceremony started in three minutes. They were not going to make it.
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