That Cold Gaze || Tom X Reader

Chapter 1

You sat on the bus after a long day of frying fish and serving up chips at the small fast food establishment you worked at. Ever since you arrived around noon, the day had been a string of unfortunate events. You had burned your fingers while frying a batch of fish. You had somehow managed to break one of the drink dispensers. You had gotten a coworker to help figure out the problem, but as soon as it was fixed, people started complaining about their drinks not being fizzy. It had not been a pleasant day at all.

You had your feet up on the seat and a hood over your head to prevent anyone from deciding to sit down next to you. You were not in the mood to deal with people at the moment.

The radio on the bus was playing a song you really didn't like, and you sighed quietly. You wished that you hadn't forgotten your earbuds at home before leaving for work. You impatiently flipped through some posts on your most active social media account, but nothing really interesting was popping up.

After a few moments, you locked your phone and set it in the pocket of the hoodie you were wearing, a groan escaping from your throat. You just wanted to be home already.

As you continued to brood over your less than stellar day, the bus stopped and a few people got on. One of the newcomers approached your seat. You didn't notice his presence until he came to a halt in front of you, and all you could see were his pants.

Growling slightly, you looked up at the man before you. He had spiky brownish blonde colored hair and a blue hoodie; nothing special. However, his eyes were like black pits of apathy. He wore a look of boredom on his face as he looked down at you.

You could already tell this guy was an asshole.

"Move your feet," he said, making a motion with his hand. You shook your head in response.

"Whatever."

He pushed your feet off the seat, not bothering to be gentle about it at all. He plopped down beside you and stared forward with a blank expression. You just gaped at him, completely indignant.

"Excuse you! I said no! Find your own seat!" you exclaimed, attempting to shoulde him off the seat. He grunted at the impact and turn to face you. "This is the only seat that isn't full, and I'm not really in the mood to stand."

You just huffed in annoyance and shifted to the window, pressing against the side of the bus to keep as distant as possible. You checked to see what stop the bus was on, and you were miffed when you realized it would still be a while before you could get off near your house.

Just then, another annoying song came onto the radio and you just leaned forward and buried your head in your hands. Calm down, (Y/N)... You'll be home soon, and then you can make something to eat, and then you can go to bed. These thoughts, while somewhat soothing, did little to improve the current situation.

You felt the seat move slightly as the man next to you shifted in his seat. You glanced up at him, suddenly feeling a little guilty for how rude you had been just now. Taking a deep breath, you mumbled an apology, hoping he heard.

He seemed to glance at you and he shrugged slightly. You guessed that was a good sign. After a moment, you decided to try to start a conversation. Who knows, maybe it would pass the time quicker or even improve your mood? Okay, you doubted the latter, but there was no harm in trying, right?

"So... I'm (Y/N)."

You received another glance. "Lame."

Well, damn. You guessed you should've expected that after how you had acted.

"What about you?"

"I thought you wanted me to find my own seat. Now you're trying to talk to me?"

"I said I was sorry. I'm just in a shitty mood. I'll just shut up; it's whatever." You turned back to look at the seat, feeling even worse than previously.

There was a long period of silence between you and the man. It was almost unsettling. You started considering the possibility that this guy was a psychotic murderer who would chop you up and eat you if he had the chance. Or maybe he would kidnap you and sell you as a kinky sex slave? The thought made you shiver.

Your paranoia was abruptly interrupted when the man spoke again. "I'm Tom," is all he said, but at least you got something.

"Nice to meet you, Tom."

"Eh..." He just shrugged and checked the stop as you had done earlier.

Tom and you spent the rest of the bus ride exchanging small talk, and you were unfortunately beginning to see that you and him had a similar problem: talking to people is a no.

Once the bus came to your stop, you stood up. Surprisingly, he did as well. He walked off ahead of you, and you followed him off of the bus.

The street was pretty empty and the sun was starting to go down. Your earlier worries began to pop up again as you began to walk hastily in the direction of your house. A quick glance over your shoulder soothed you, though. You could see Tom heading in the opposite direction. Feeling a bit safer, you slowed your pace and headed home.

You had expected to never see Tom and his black-void eyes again, but sometimes what you expect isn't what you get is it?

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Author's Note: This is a quick apology if Tom seems out of character. I only started watching Eddsworld last night... but I tried hard! Please leave some feedback if you have anything. I would appreciate it. Thanks for reading Chapter 1.