Asuma.

Approval.

"I'm sorry there isn't a lot there Asuma, I was unaware I had to cook for a guest." My mother apologized to Asuma as she lay his plate down in front of him.

He smiled and said "No worries, Thank you."

"I also would have cooked something nicer." she said disappointed.

"Oh its fine, I think it looks great." Asuma licked his lips and rubbed his hands together ready to eat.

"Thanks mum" I smiled.

I was glad that she had already met Asuma before hand, i think she quite aproves of him already. though i don't think that she knows about what dad saw....

At the table, i was next to Asuma but opposite my mum. Ofcorse my father chose to sit directly infront of Asuma. to make him as uncomfortable as ever.

"So how long have you two been dating?" my father asked, cutting through the scilence with a much heavier awkward.

"Dad come on... don't" I sighed. he ignored me and looked straight into Asumas eyes, raising his eyebrow for him to answer.

"Um... " Asuma looked at me and smiled his white toothy smile. "About three months" He lied.

I sighed a sigh of relief. I know he lied, and you should never lie about that sort of thing. But he can't tell my dad we only met about a week ago (cue shmoney dance) or that we have only been out together once on a date.

especially after what my dad saw.

not good.

I looked at my mum and she raised her eyebrow at me, knowing it was a lie. I shook my head to signal it was not true and we giggled a bit. She was able to laugh about this sort of thing with me because she knew me. I would tell her anything and we would never tell my dad. She even once told me about her and my fathers private life. It was less awkward than you may image however as disgusting as you imagine.

Asumas hand crept under the table and grabbed onto my thigh for comfort, I didn't move becuase i did not want to grab any attention, I felt the sweat and nerves on him. is it even possible to feel nerves? because i did.

"What are your ... intentions Asuma?" My father asked, I knew this was coming.

Both my hands slapped my face to hide the shade of pink that I suddenly flushed. I groaned an annoyed 'daaad' dragging it out.

"You can't ask things like that." My mum said sternly to him.

"No its okay. I don't blame him for being curious, Tori is a special woman." He smiled an honest smile. The words that came out his mouth caused a melting in my heart.

My mouth naturally grew to a smile as I studied his face, he wasn't facing me, he was facing my mum.
But every little detail of his face made my smile grow.

"My honest intentions are to look after her. I want to have her close to me and I want to give her the best that I possibly can."
He removed his hand from my lap and grabbed mine that was resting on the table.

Our fingers interlocked together and instead of him creating nerves I'm my stomach. He helped me relax.

"So do you love her." My dad then asked. His face still as cold as stone, even through asumas warm words.

"Dad, that's enough" I said standing up from the table.

"Hey I'm just asking." He laughed finally cracking a smile.

"Thanks for the dinner mum, me and asuma will see you later." I leant over to give her a kiss before dragging Asuma to get ready with me to leave.

As we where putting our shoes on I heard my dad laughing through my mums lecturing.