(Shizuo x Reader) Crossed Paths

Chapter 3: The Date

Four-five, as promised your date sat outside of your department waiting. He came over early having nothing to do. He wanted to see you right away. His leg shook impatiently trying to ease his nerves. The first time in forever he was nervous and it was always you who did that to him. He hasn't dated since you moved away. He wanted to make sure he wouldn't screw up starting by being on time. Twenty minutes pass, then an hour. He was on his second smoke debating to take another one. Why was he waiting this long for you? Should he? May be he should consider the fact that you stood him up. It was a possibility if you didn't remember him. What was he even expecting? Disappointment engulfing him. His heart ached. He shook his head tossing the feeling aside. He should be pissed and that's exactly how he felt. The blonde crushes his cigarette about to take his leave when you spoke up.

"You came." You said. Your voice so melodic it erased all traces of rage within him. The minute he saw you, he became relieved. "How long have you been waiting?" You ask throwing your bag over your shoulder.

"Not long. Just two hours." You gasp.

"I am so sorry. I had to make up an extra hour because I came in late. I shouldn't have kept you waiting. If I had your number or something I would have messaged you." You run your hand through your hair taken aback by his hand. You tilt your head at him questionably.

"Phone." He demands. You take out your cellular device, unlocking it and handing it to him as asked. He opens your contacts and writes his number into it handing it back. You scoff at the nickname he wrote for himself,

"Mr. Body guard?" You chuckle. He clears his throat attempting to hide his embarrassment.

"Yeah, seeing as you already have a nickname for me. Why not?" You grin amused by the man.

"Okay, but let's do something else." You type something in and show him what you wrote. "Mr. Sweetheart." You laugh at his blushing reaction. "I'm keeping it. It's official."

"No." He protests.

"Too late." You lock your phone. The blonde grumbles under his breath. You snake your arms around his. "So, what do you have planned for us?" You begin to walk with him.

"How about sushi then a walk on the park as you said." You punch his arm playfully.

"Cheeky. Sure, sounds like a plan."

You sat at the table with your date, food already served in a private room.

"I hope you don't mind that I wanted a private room. I don't exactly want Tom finding out and giving you a death glare for the rest of your life just because of me. Trust me he's done that in the past when he came to visit me on holidays."