Closure (Karkat X Reader)

Chapter 15

"You ready?" I ask, walking out of the bathroom. It's a lot harder putting on makeup with severe injuries than you'd think, but I dealt with it. I'm wearing a teal blouse with a black skater skirt, and even though my cuts look hideous, I still feel pretty.
"About as ready as anyone could be." He answers in his usual demeanor, taking me in.
"I-is it too much? Or does my face throw you off? I guess I should've just put on some sweats, or something..."
"Are you really fucking kidding me? Like hell you don't look good. You actually look, um... be-" he is interrupted by a nosy Kankri.
"Make sure to be home by twelve, kids, and I do wish you two to have some fun. Do you have your phone, Karkat? I will be doing hourly checkups, and-"
"We're fine, Kankri," I say, patting his shoulder before Karkat can snap at him. "Just relax yourself while we're gone. Have some tea and a movie, or something." I say with a reassuring smile.
"A-alright. Have a good time, then, you two."
"Don't worry, we will." I say, grabbing Karkat's hand and walking out the door and into the cool autumn evening. We head to the car in awkward silence, him finally saying something only after we're halfway out of the parking lot
"So, are you, um... really wanting to do this?"
"How many times have I repeated myself , Karkat??? If I didn't want to, I promise you that I wouldn't have accepted."
"Sorry. I'm just afraid that I'm pressuring you to do something that you don't want to do..."
"You're not," He sighs, driving with hands firmly gripping the steering wheel. I playfully punch his arm, attempting to put a lighter mood in the situation. He cracks a small smile, and my mood becomes elated. We drive for a few minutes until we finally reach the hibachi steakhouse (a/n: you will not be eating any meat other than fish tonight, because this author refuses to eat any meat unless it's from the sea). The exterior is fancily decorated with kanji lettering written across the sign, and a mountain surrounded by cherry blossoms is paonted as a mural on the brick sides. I'm glad that I dressed up.
"Shall we enter, my most favorite fuckass?" I laugh, putting my hand in the crook of his outstretched elbow.
"We shall, my good gentleman, although I think the proper term is 'milady'." I reply in an aristocratic accent. Upon entering, we are surrounded by landscape paintings, talkative couples and an asian color scheme. A waiter runs up to greet us, and we follow her to a table in the far corner. The stove in front us is already turned on, waiting to heat up (a/n: hibachi places have the chefs cook directly in front of you on a gigantic stove. It's pretty cool. You should go to one sometime) for the chef to cook. Menus are placed in front of us, and I look through it with an appetite growing bigger by the second.
"Do you see anything you like, Karkat?" I ask, eyeing the ahi steaks.
"This steak looks looks like the shit, if you ask me..." he replies. The waiter comes back up to us, asking what we would like for our drinks. She looks Japanese, with adorable bangs and hipster glasses far too big for her small face. She looks like a cute anime character
"Hello, there! What would you two like to drink tonight?" She asks with a big smile.
"I'll have a water." Karkat says, putting the menu down.
"I'll have some iced tea, if that's okay," I follow.
"Sure thing! Are there any appetizers that you two would be interested in?" She adds, jotting down our drinks on a small notepad.
"Do you want any, y/n?"
"Umm... how about the calamari?" I ask tentatively.
"We'll have an order of that, ma'am" he says in a surprisingly polite tone.
"Anything else?"
"No, we're fine." She smiles and walks off to input our order. I look over to him in mock-shock.
"Karkat Vantas, I had no clue that you could ever be this polite!" I tease, nudging his arm.
"I'm only nice to the people who have the power to spit in my food. And not-annoying people, which is a rare occurance."
"No shit." Reply, laughing harder than I should.
The drinks and appetizer comes out at a record-pace, and by the time we finish, the chef is already cooking. I order the ahi teriyaki steak, and Karkat orders a medium-rare ribeye. The man in front of us cooks with more concentration than I could ever deem possible, doing cool tricks with the food as he cooks and not breaking a sweat while the flames lick his face. Karkat and I watch with fascination as he flips the meat across the stovetop until he brings out two plates and sets our meals on the platters, placing our dinner in front of us. I look at my fish with delight, grabbing my fork and digging in. I take a bite and melt under the taste. It explotes on my toungue, the teriyaki sauce filling my tastebuds with yummy yummy savory flavor.
"I'm assuming you like it?" Karkat asks, eyeing my trance of deliciousness.
"Yesh, I do vejry muhch sho." I reply with my mouth full. He takes a bite of his steak, and seems to enjoy his just as much as I do.
"And youb loik yours?"
"Fuck yes," he says, his eyes widening at the taste. I see the chef look over to us in satisfaction. We eat in silence, enjoying the savory flavors of the asian cuisine until I almost lick my plate clean.
When dessert comes, Karkat and I order a bowl of green tea ice cream to share before the movie. I don't think the popcorn will fit into my stomach by the time we get there, but I still enjoy myself. We get tao spoons and dig in, eating the frozen treat quickly, since the movie is starting soon. We walk out of the restaurant with bellies full, and drive to the thetre with a pleasant aura in the car.
"So, um, did you like the food? I mean, I'm sorry if I'm acting awkward, but I just don't want to screw up or anything. Wait, is that something I should tell you? Shit, sorry, I'm just so fucking nervous, and-"
"I AM HAVING A GREAT TIME AND I REALLY LIKED THE FOOD AND THERE IS NO ABSOLUTE NEED TO BE NERVOUS BECAUSE I AGREED TO THIS DATE FOR A REASON SO SHUT UP AND STOP BEING SO NERVOUS!" I interrupt in a rushed tone, a little out of breath when I finish.
"Fine, sorry. I just don't want to fuck up."
"You're not fucking up whatsoever, Karkat, and you don't need to be nervous . I return your feelings, so you can't fuck up, because I think of you as the closest thing I have right now, so you fucking up is practically impossible in my boat." I reply in a huff. We turn into the movie theatre and find a mediocre parking spot, stepping out into the now dark night. The breeze flies my hair out of my face, but I quickly put it back into place.
We walk in and buy our tickets, then make our way to theatre eight. I know Karkat was iffy about watching Deadpool, but I reassure him that it'll be one of the best movies he'd ever seen.