𝐼𝑘𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛 𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑜𝑘𝑢 🌸 イケメン戦国

Be My Baby // Hideyoshi Toyotomi

The silence has been killing me. Two hours passed and what have I done to occupy and pass time? Well, I've been completely engaged in a full out romantic day dream sess about a man sitting less than a foot away. In fact, his foot could actually touch mine if he moved it a hair to the right.

Why won't he just meet my gaze?

Sometimes all you need is that clarification of knowing someone wants to see you too. Finding, he wants to know what's caught your attention. He needs to know your story.

What's left to do but stare and wonder about the things I would have liked to already know? Like are his lips as soft as they look? Is he even a good kisser? Would he wrap around my neck or my waist if he was the one initiating an intimate hug? Is he big on cuddling, and if so, would he be willing to be the small spoon?

After staring at his pink lips, broad shoulders, veiny arms and messy golden locks, my mind plays games with my heart, playing out dirty scenarios I'd only wish could happen. My eyes have been stuck on his larger form all day gawking over how well he does everything. About how well I know he would do everything.

Just stuck knowing the one you want is perfect and deserves someone perfect, but that's not you. At least not right now. He's never been one for romance. Needs to dedicate all his time to his Lord. Damn, it sucks.

Paperwork wasn't his favorite, but I found that consumed a lot of his time. Being needy, means constantly being near him, to feel his presence even if he doesn't feel mine. Being able to see, smell or touch him as often as possible.

Of course, one would describe this as love, not psychopath. Even though the man runs through my colorful mind like a long marathon, except he's walking and the race is in the Amazon rainforest, taking up literally all of my damn thoughts. How is it that everything always leads back to him? I guess the problem is... I don't have a problem with it.

While he sits on the floor next to me, ink pen going away at the paper, I'm stuck sitting cross legged, chin in the palm of my hands, staring at this gorgeous warlord I am not too proud to call my like-a-brother friend.

Not that I have ever thought that, but at first, that is how Hideyoshi treated me like; his baby sister. Which I was not very fond of. Friend zoned?

"Little sis."

What is he thinking about? Could it possibly be me? Could his little nervous ticks be because of what I do to him? His sudden stuttering after touching his arm, his averted gaze when I smile extra cute. Or maybe he knows I like him and doesn't want to tell me he doesn't feel the same way so he's secretly hoping I'll find out on my own?? Probably.

The issue is not that I can't take my eyes off him, but the fact he doesn't seem to notice I can't take my eyes off him. The fact that his eyes never meet mine, that... that is the issue. Can't he see out of the corner of his eye?

After rolling my eyes at how stupid I'm being, I trace over my brows, running gently on my temples, eyes closed, trying desperately to get ahold of myself.

Then his nervous eyes meet mine. Suddenly he was sitting up, alert but the redness filling his orbs, complimented by dark bags under the eyelids, showed not only discomfort, but drowsiness.

"What is it, Y/n?"

Blinking away the dirty thoughts and placing an innocent smile on my face, I whisper to him in such a gentle voice "It's nothing."

But hold on a sec, I've been waiting to tell him about the feelings I've been struggling so hard suppress. So much that I have avoided hiding them and have took the emotions on head first, diving straight into the swimming pool of love.

"Actually, there is something," hesitating and completely freaking out, I take a deep breath only to freak out more.

I'm gonna make this into such a big deal and then when I tell him he's gonna be like 'oh what? That's what you wanted to say?' But I can't actually tell him... he's still staring. Geez just say something stupid!

"I want you."

Jesus, no I can't say that! I'll sound like I want him for one thing. Geez why is this whole expressing emotions thing easier in the movies?

"You want me for what?" his expression is unreadable.

Oh shit did I say that out loud?

"Umm... I-" can't say 'I don't know what you're talking about' like the slick Rick Ieyasu because I ACTUALLY SAID IT. I STATED IT LOUD AND CLEAR.

"I-I don't know what... you are talking about??"

Oh my God abort mission. ABORT MISSION!

His eyes widened at my statement. Then something clicked in his head.

"How long have you felt this way?" It took a few moments for him to ask this, but it felt like a few hours passing by, the sun falling more and more with every blink of his eyes.

"A while.." I confess. "I know you see me as a sibling, and I'm sorry I couldn't say the same about you. You don't like women like me and I only-"

"Woah woah. Women like you?" he laughed out loud. "I haven't ever met a woman like you before, Y/n. And I know I never will."

His curious eyes searched mine, looking for further answers in the window to my soul.

Say something stupid.

Staring into his eyes, I see no judgment, no anger or sadness. I see tiredness, but I also see appreciation and acknowledgement.

He crosses his legs and smiles at me. "Soo..."

You still haven't said anything, idiot.

But before I could speak up and embarrass myself more-

"Let me take you on a date?" he was facing me now, eyes glued to my own.

I don't know what you see in me but I'm sure glad you see it. Eeeeeek!

"Yeah.. I would like that."

"Yes, I would to. You see... I want you, too."