What they don't know..

Man Date part 3

"Nothing at all sweetie just giving Red here a hard time." I snap my head "Stop calling me sweetie! tch"

Kirishima is looking at me cheeks still red "What?! is it shitty hair?"

"Nothing just Hungry I guess." He shyly says grabbing for a strawberry cup cake with rainbow sprinkles. I look down to see what I was ordered and I see a cupcake with a tiny pepper on it? huh.

I grab the cupcake, looking closely at the pepper.. is it a really pepper? Nah most decorations like this when have to be made of frosting or sugar. I pick up with I was assuming to be nothing but sugar but its an actual tiny pepper. Fuck! YES! I take a bit of just the pepper and its was nice and spicy, I am so excited to try the cupcake hoping it is not just a sugar bomb. I take a huge bite and a hear Kirishima giggle. I look up with my mouth full of cupcake, my cheeks probably chubby as hell. The sound of him giggling sends a small blush to my face. With my mouth still pretty full I do my best to mutter out "What?".....

"Bro! You have frosting on your face." 

I look at him finally swallowing and use the back of my hand to wipe my cheeks. "tch"

"Bro! you are hahha no just let me!" 

He leans over licks his thumb and I dodge his hand I am not okay with him touching me yet. very few people are ever allowed to touch me. He is not there..... yet... 

"I can get!" I yell.

"BRO you literally keep missing it just let me help!" He says while laughing 

I am leaning so far back I am getting ready to get into the booth next to us. He is leaning so far over, he is on the table and I am just trying to avoid him touching me. He is completely on the table in reach of my face. I lay my self low into the booth, getting ready to scoot out and run to the bath room. Before I have a chance to make my escape I hear  a small yelp I look up and the shitty red head is an inch away from my face. He is falling into my booth, this is not good I a trying to get away to prevent him from fucking landing on me, more specifically my chest. I can not move fast enough and I feel him land on me. I am panicking I can not move and I can not breath. I am in a  full blown panic attack, I am frozen where I am waiting for the rejection I know is coming. Why would anyone want to hang out with a freak like me. I lay there petrified  of what is to come. I can see my self spending a lot of time with this boy. 

"BRO! I am so sorry! Are you alright??" he is getting off me trying his best to not touch me but the small booth makes it difficult. I can not speak still I take in a deep breath gathering my self enough to open my eyes.  He is trying to avoid touching me all together... I know I don't like to me touched.. but I hate it when people avoid touching me like I am diseased, or contagious.. freak of nature. I feel  my eyes begin to sting threatening to have tears roll down my cheek I am breaking beneath this boy. All I wanna do is run home and lock my self away. I should have known someone like him wouldn't want to be around someone as repulsive as me. 

"BRO! DUDE??!?!? are you... okay?? " He says with one hand on my face,  I open my eyes once more. He is mumbling on.. I am not paying attention I am trying to calm my self down. Fuck I really hate my own brain sometimes. 

"I am sorry! I shouldn't of forced that kind of help! I did not know how you were with physical contact. I really should have considering the wrist bump thing and just now the extreme swerving of my touch... I am sorry Bakuguo, I crossed a line, that is not very manly of me."  The red head mumbles in a Hurried and shushed tone. I hear about have of what he just said. He get off me by climbing onto the table and scoot over it. He sits back on his side and I slowly get up still misty eyed till coming back down form my panic attack. I stare at him as he berried his head in his hands... 

This is the first time anyone has ever felt bad for me reacting this way to touch.. I usually get called a freak or simply told to get the fuck over it.... I wipe my eyes and whisper a thank you barely loud enough for my own ear to hear them. 

The red head lift his head fighting back his own tears hearing my whisper. "why are you thanking me??.. I should respect your boundaries and not put you in that kind of situation. I never want to make you feel uncomfortable around me.." 

I stare in his red eyes taking a shaky breath, "Because you stopped and understood... you did not just tell me to get the fuck over it and tell me I am over reacting... I know it is not normal.. I .. I.."

I feel new tears threatening damn it i hate crying.. it makes me feel weak.. I am anything but weak..

To be continued ! Till next time loves!!!!! (I had a hard time trying to convey the emotions I wanted to in this chapter sorry It took so long!!)