What are the Chances? Kankri x Reader ~Completed~

-Part 16-

  Today was the day. You wore your favorite pair of jeans, and Kankri's turtleneck that you had somehow managed to keep from the time he had given it to you to stop you from freezing to death before you could get back to the comfort of your dorm room.  You had to admit it was weird seeing him wearing those strange pants, but you wanted to keep wearing his sweater, so you'd have to deal with it. Though he secretly has thousands of the same turtleneck in his closet, so it doesn't really matter that you took one. 

 You still remember the way his cheeks flushed red and his sharp teeth bit down onto his black lips as he stared at the way the sweater hugged every part of you in the right way. It was difficult for him to keep looking, you looked so good in his sweater. He swears you're trying to torture him every time you wear it when you meet up. 

 But all of  that wasn't important right now. 

 Today was the day at last, after several hours of Roxy trying to convince you to ask Kankri to be your 'matesprit,' you had finally decided you wanted to do it. It took nights and nights of talking to your mirror trying to work out the right thing to say, only ending up tongue tied and frustrated every single time, you kept his name scribbled on your wrist and hidden under the sleeves of shirts and sweaters, you wrote letters trying to work out what to say but every time the paper ends up scrunched up into a tight ball and thrown into the corner of your room. There's a stack of scrunched paper overflowing out of your trash can. 

 Every moment with him was heaven and you would give anything to have more time with him, but god did he make you nervous.

 Butterflies didn't just flutter in your stomach around him, they moved so much and so fast that if they really were butterflies, they'd have to be butterflies on steroids, the lump in your throat felt like you had swallowed a whole apple and every brush of his hand burnt into your skin. You're honestly surprised you even manage to talk to him without freaking out. 

 Strangely enough, you were talking to him on Pesterchum the night before when he had asked you to meet him somewhere. You were going to ask him to meet you at the library you met him at, but it appears he bet you to it. 

 Little did you know, he had been thinking exactly the same thing that you were. There's just as much scrunched paper in the corner of his room, just as much frustration, just as many butterflies and to add to it all he's spent hours with Porrim trying to work out what to say. 

 "Just pretend I'm her o+kay?" 

 Kankri nodded, drawing in a breath. Porrim sighed as she watched his back stiffen, colour coating his cheeks and hands fiddling in his lap. "No+, Kanny, yo+u've go+t to+ have mo+re co+nfidence, yo+u lo+o+k like yo+u're trying to+ pass o+ne o+f tho+se lie tests."

 "I d9n't kn9w what c9nfidence is."

 Porrim raised an eyebrow, snickering as she stood and moved over to Kankri. "Co+nfidence Kanny dear, is just believing yo+u can do+ it. And yo+u can."

  He tried to get help from other trolls too, Mituna wasn't much help, all he would talk about anytime Kankri would bring up the topic of matesprits was Latula and how radical she was. Kurloz was pretty much the same story, all he would talk or... sign about was Meulin. Kankri thought he was asking all the wrong questions, but he realized that he had done exactly the same thing with (Y/N). Mituna had bought up Latula, and he would instantly go on and on about (Y/N), Kurloz would try to discuss something that happened with Meulin and his mind would drift to your sleepy face, hair dishevelled and drowsy smile etched onto your face. He'd think about the time you met and every single time your eyes met his afterwards, memorising the colour, shape and glimmer in them every time your unique and perfect smile would stretch across your lips.