The Host of My Heart (On Hiatus)

Chapter 5

Chapter 5:

 Dinner with Issen was a…new experience for me. Being best friends with Hikaru for so long had made me pretty used to looking at unfairly good looking people for long periods of time but Issen was just a whole different level. I felt like a soft orange gradient surrounded him through the entirety of the meal, but it was completely deceiving on several levels because every word that Issen spoke was complete and utter trash.

It was the kind of the things that only someone who was obnoxiously good looking and arrogant could ever say. Such as these gems:

“It’s actually really hard to be this good looking, you know. I have so many scratches on me because some women just wouldn’t let go!”

“It gets soo boring waiting for the other guys get ready. They have pencil in eyebrows; do hair, blah, blah, blah. I’m ready as soon as I roll out of bed.”

“Sometimes, its hard turning down people, Hikaru would probably know better than you, but I can’t help but feel bad that I just can’t lower my standards for these poor souls.”

And that went on for quite some time while I was sucked into the charmingly attractive black hole that was Issen Kimura before I snapped out of it and announced that I had to get home and grade some papers, which, wasn’t a complete lie.

I did have that “What Kind of Girlfriend Are You?” quiz waiting to be graded on the floor near my toilet.

However, Issen stopped my graceful retreat back to my home. Stuffing an unattractive amount of food into his mouth (but he still managed to great…ugh) he grabbed a stained napkin and speedily wrote down a few sentences and shoved the crumpled napkin into my palm. I didn’t bother looking at it and shoved it into my pocket. I gave him a small nod and thanked him.

As I turned away to try leave again, Issen’s warm hand encircled my wrist. He gently wiped the sheen of oil from his full lips with the swipe of his pink tongue and looked deeply into my eyes.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you…can you pay for the tip?”

I snatched my hand away from him in outrage. “I thought you said this was your treat!”

“I am treating you! You got to spend nearly two hours with me and watch me eat. Any other woman like you would have to pay good money to see that.”

Women like me? I won’t pretend like didn’t know explicitly what he meant. What was I doing, some chubby, frumpy mutt doing with this obvious god of man? But it didn’t matter; I had enough shitty thoughts and feelings about my looks without him pointing out how underserving I was of him and superior beauty. I threw down some crumpled bills, and stormed without looking back, no matter how hard I wanted to flip a table as he screamed after me “You’re very ungrateful!”

When I first got back to my apartment I was going to jump into my pajamas, eat my shredded squid and read my novel like I had originally planned for Issen’s big fat head shoved himself into my plans. But as I dropped my bag and jacked onto a pile on the floor near the door, I spied a very expensive and very unattainable bag leaning against the wall.

Hikaru was here.

Ugh.

I really didn’t want to deal with source of my aggravation no matter how guilty I felt after our last conversation. The short trip from my front door to my living room was far too short as I walked in to see Hikaru lounging on my couch and fiddling with my new phone. I vividly remember shoving that phone in my sock drawer before leaving my house, meaning Hikaru had been going through my things. For some reason, that was the straw that broke the camel’s back.