Waiting for a Yes [Modern!Neji x Reader]

PART 15

Gaara hated alarms. It was already bad enough that he rarely obtained any sleep, and alarms ripped him from that heavenly rest he needed so much. So when [Name's] alarm went off at 10:45, his eyes snapped open.

"Baaaaaby," he groans cutely, snuggling his face into her hair. "Turn it off."

[Name] hums, wiggling to get out of his arms. She rubbed her eyes as she sat up.

"That's my alarm for work," she says, reaching into her bag to grab her phone and turn off her alarm. "I have to get to work soon, do you think you can drive me there?"

"Of course baby," Gaara says, sitting up. He watched her reach into her bag again and pull out her work uniform.

"Where's the bathroom?" She asked as she departed from the warm, cozy bed.

"Just right across the hall," he answers. With her work uniform in her hands she made her way to the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

Still half sleep from her nap, she sloppily dresses herself. She catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror and jumped in surprise by what she saw. Her hair was messy, her clothes were wrinkled, drool dried against her left cheek and her eyes looked sunken in.

Quickly, she washed her face — particularly scrubbing her cheek — and she straightened out her work clothes. She ran her fingers through her hair and she applied a little make up to her eyes.

[Name] then took a look in the mirror, noticing how she looked so much better after fixing herself up. Though she couldn't shake off this weird feeling in her chest. Never before has she put on make up for work, so why was she doing it now? What motivated her to put on eyeliner, mascara and a little bit of eye-shadow to her eyes?

She shook off the question as she walked out of the bathroom and back to Gaara's room. She folded and placed her school clothes back into her messenger bag.

Gaara sat quietly on his bed until he got a good look at her face. A smile tugged at his lips as he reached towards her and carefully lifted her chin so she would meet his eyes.

"Wow," he says quietly. "I don't think I've ever seen you with make up on."

She blinks, her mind reeling back into her memories. Has she never put make up on around Gaara?

"Really?" She asked. He chuckles softly, slowly leaning in so their noses touched.

"Yeah. You look so good."

[Name] awaited for the kiss he would plant on her lips — the first kiss she would ever have — but it never came. Instead, Gaara dragged his nose across her cheek and down her neck, placing a kiss between her shoulder and neck. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her into a hug. Disappointment weighed heavily on her heart. She wanted him to kiss her, to have that sweet first kiss moment with him. She wanted the world to blur away as he swept her off her feet — metaphorically and literally — with one breathtaking kiss.

But she didn't verbally express her feelings, in fact she didn't express those feelings at all. [Name] kept those needs buzzing inside of her mortal being, waiting for the right moment to let them loose.

...

Gaara insisted on staying with [Name] at her job. He sat in a booth in the way back of the diner and watched the young lady serve tables. When there was nothing to do, she'd come over to him and chat for a bit.

"Are you sure you don't have homework you could be doing?" She asked him, an empty glass in her hand.

"Even if I did have work, I left my backpack at home," he says, triumph ringing throughout his voice.

"Then shouldn't you go home?" She questions, victory gleamed in her eyes.

[Name] didn't want Gaara to stay. Not because she was embarrassed of him, or that he might be distracting her from work, but because she knew about his insomnia and wanted him to rest up for school. Though Gaara refused to leave. He wanted to stay with her and drive her to school so she wouldn't have to catch the bus. He wanted to make sure she was safe.

"I don't want to go home," he says. She giggles and leans against the table. Their faces start to come closer together. First their foreheads touched, then their noses pressed together, but before their lips could even connect for a sweet kiss, [Name] was called over by a customer.

She sighs softly, a tinge of displeasure mixed in with her emotions. With a longing touch, she departs from him.

"I'll be right back," she promises. The ends of his lips tugged upwards into a smile.

It didn't matter if she returned right away or never returned to him until her shift was over. He was perfectly content with watching her busy body buzz around the diner.

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A/N: It's short, I know but I think it's cute. I updated this in celebration of 500 followers. Yay, go us! Thanks for reading.

Love you all, bye bye!