Trunks X !Fat Reader- Hidden Emotions [Commission]

Hidden Emotions Ch.2

Closing the door to your quiet apartment, you leaned against the cold wood and gave a heavy sigh. Lazily flicking on the light to your right, your place lit up brightly as if welcoming you back.

"Stupid Trunks," Kicking off your shoes and leaving them at the front door, you dragged your feet down the hall, but not before switching on the radio with a push of your phone.

"His stupid smile," Letting out a growl, your hands grabbed the edge of your work shirt and pulled it up and off as you shimmed out of your pants and kicked them in a random corner. "Ugggh, why is this so hard?" With frustration running through your veins; you wadded your soiled clothes into a ball and threw them into the hamper.

Flipping on the shower, the water blasted out much like your inner frustration towards your lavender haired friend. Seeing the steam whisking through the air, you deemed the water fine in your books and stepped right on in.

Squeezing a dollop of shampoo into your open palm you glared at the goop before slapping it on top of your head and scrubbing it in as if it'll help wash the absurd thoughts about Trunks from your mind.

"It's not like there's any chance... I mean I'm amazing of course, but we're best friends and all, there's no way it would work."

The wot water cascaded down your frame as if the small droplets were branding you. The tingle of your skin felt nice though, it brought you back to reality where you needed to stay.

Getting all the shampoo out of your hair, you continued with your shower routine as your mind continued to be plagued with various scenarios that could happen between you and Trunks.

Looking down at your fingers, the pruning process was evident meaning it was the sign you've been in the shower for far too long; even the water had started getting colder compared to the steaming hot water you started with.

"Why do I do this to myself?" You muttered as you shut the water off, the chill of the bathroom slowly wavering around your now slightly shivering form. Grabbing a fluffy towel, you started aggressively drying your body, getting under every roll, fold and crease.

Once dried, you slipped on some comfy undies and sweats all topped with a loose tank top finally feeling relaxed somewhat, but your mind was still reeling on about that stupid Lavender haired man.

Rolling onto your soft bed, your eyes bore into the ceiling as if you were trying to will something to come crashing through to end you so you'd finally be free from these stupid thoughts.

"I mean, he's so nice and sweet," your voice filtered up to the ceiling as if it was listening to your woes. "An amazing guy really that deserves only the best and let's face it, when it comes down to it, I'm not it." Rolling to your side, you looked into the large mirror hanging on your wall; staring right at your reflection.

"For him I'm not anything but his best friend that says stupid jokes, is totally unladylike and looks nothing like some fucking damsel in distress."

Rolling your eyes at your own words, you stared back at the mirror. "Not like I'd want to be a damsel in distress anyways, but that's what those Saiyans like, right?" Giving a short laugh, you flopped onto your back once more.

"He's different though," biting your lip, you mentally started comparing Trunks to the various guys you've dated and talked to through the years.

"There's no pity in his words or actions, he touches me without a care and the words he speaks are purely true because let's face it, he's a shitty ass liar when it comes down to it." Laughing at the image of Trunks "trying" to lie and failing horribly was pure gold.

You've always been confident and voiced your opinions loudly as to not be melded into the background. Yeah, you were bigger, lumpier and softer than most on the planet, but did that really matter? No. You were happy with your life and you lived every day to the fullest, well....

Sort of.

Honestly, "sort of" didn't fit well with you. You needed to change that and fast. Your smile never left your face as you thought about the person that you are and how you've never really been afraid of anything and why should this be any different?

The worst that could happen is him saying no.

Why keep these hidden emotions locked away and making yourself go crazy from making up scenarios of what could and couldn't happen if you confessed to him? It was like you were living some poor romcom flick; the one that had you hatching some stupid plan at the end and some shit like that.

Naw, that's not your style.

Short, sweet and straight to the damn point; that was your style and you're going to live by it!
With energy and confidence surging through you once more, you popped out of bed and headed to the kitchen to make sure you have everything you needed for baking tomorrow night.

The night you'll confess to Trunks.

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You had extra pep in your step that was for sure. You did your morning routine with a wide smile plastered on your face and a little beat running through your head as you nodded along to it.

Walking into Capsule Corp, you greeted the office staff in the front with a smile and wave and made your way through the winding halls to the lab where Bulma would most likely be.

Entering the lab you were met with something unusual; silence.

Cocking an eyebrow, you stared into the dark room, perplexed as to why your boss wasn't in there tinkering and working away like she usually did. She didn't send you a text about not having to come in today.

"Mom had some important meeting that popped up last minute."

Jumping from the voice that came directly behind you, you screamed a bit only to bring your hand to your racing heart when you saw it was only Trunks; an amused look on his face and smirk etched on his lips.

"She was going to tell you, but she'd knew you'd want to go since it's in space and all."

Your eyes went wide and you started to pout, cheeks puffing out and your brow creasing. "Damn right I wanna go!" You crossed your wide arms across your chest and jutted your lip out like a child would.

Trunks' cheeks flushed up at the adorable display, but you were too busy pouting that your boss didn't take you to space to notice.

"W-well, we could always have a fun day out. I know it's not space, but I'm pretty sure there will be ice cream involved." Your ears perked up at the mere mention of the delicious treat.

"Alright Trunks, but I'm holding you to that ice cream! So, what do you have planned for today?" You both made the trek down the long hallway as you looped your arm around his and leaned your head on his shoulder.

From the corner of your eye, you could see the tinge of pink dusting his cheeks as you both continued to make conversation. You inwardly smiled, deciding to continue your low-key flirting throughout the day to see if he'd do anything as a result.

As far as you could tell by the blushing and stuttering warrior, this was going to be a very fun day for you.