Bury Me Face Down BNHAxReader

24. Risotto & Co.

Three weeks had passed since that fateful encounter with Toshi. No formal relationship had been established, nor had any rules or expectations been expanded upon. Despite all you knew about him, his acknowledgement about having feelings for you and liking you enough to worry about your safety, he hasn't done much to confirm or convey any other emotion or reciprocation of affection since that night.

In addition to this unfortunate discovery, he hadn't responded to your texts as of late either. It was very odd, not usual at all for All Might. Your heart had constricted a bit, you felt a twinge of sadness every once in a while when you'd see a news article or hear his name brought up in conversation. You couldn't help yourself, you'd fallen hard for the perfect hero. Maybe you should've known better the morning after, he'd kissed you so tenderly and told you he's do even better for you. Which at the time sounded sweet and loving, but now that it had been a month, you weren't so sure. Here you were, headed home from work, it had been busy, a few busts and arrests, but nothing had made you feel fully complete.

This exact reason was why your friends had set you up on a blind date that night. They didn't know about Toshi, but they'd noticed how out of it you'd been as of late. In response, they handed you a "Date Card" with the date, time, place and outfit requirements for the occasion. What would you wear to a hip gastropub? You ran through some ideas, but nothing was completing the image you needed. You'd figure out what you wanted when you got home. The only imagery sticking with you, was a deep purple lip and crazy big hair. Your curls had unfurled into luxurious (with frizz) tight curls. Expanding into a giant fan around your head. You'd use some Moroccan or coconut oil when you got home to calm the crazy fly always.

Closing your front door behind yourself, you locked the door behind you. You had to at least wash the day's activities off your body, despite not wanting to wash your hair. You dropped your bag on the island, and stripped off your layers as you got to your shower. It would be a lot of work to clean up, but the walk felt sexy and helped hype you up for the date. You pulled on a shower cap and turned the shower to a boiling temperature. Hopping in, you exfoliated and scrubbed your skin, and gently rubbed your face. You didn't want puffy under eyes and cheeks before your date.

Eventually you hopped from the shower and toweled off. You browsed through your closet, eyes skipping over everything, pink dress, blue corset dress, green jumpsuit, strapless emerald number, black halter with a gold ring around the neck, amb- your eyes shot back the the black number. You could wear nipple covers and a comfortable thong with it and look phenomenal. The gold halter of the black dress would work wonders with your big hair and a bold purple lip. You pulled it on, throwing on a pair of suede black booties with it and two large gold knots on your ears. Your lips looked divine, your eyes were alluring, and your fitted, but not body con dress looked like you'd sold your soul to the devil.

I'm fewer words, you looked phenomenal. Damn good.

"Let's do this Y/N." You said to yourself, grabbing a black clutch and jumping into the car you'd called. It drove for twenty-five minutes until it stopped outside a posh Italian restaurant. You opened the door, and stepped out. It was a brisk night, but you'd prepared for it, with a lovely black shawl.

Waking into the restaurant, you spoke with the hostess, giving the name for your reservation, your sat at a beautiful window side booth, alone. Thinking back to the hints Emi and Yamada had given you, you tried to deduce who you could be meeting tonight. I know him, we've met, but never dated... were the only clues given. Yamada had even winked once or twice too. What a life! You couldn't get a cat because the shelter dragged their feet on your application, you couldn't keep a good guy for terribly long, and your friends insisted on seeing you go on blind dates!!

Fifteen minutes went by, no one showed. You ordered a glass of Chardonnay to pass some time as you waited for your date. Perusing the menu, you admired the different antipasti, entrees, and the specific flavor profiles each dish promised. You were consumed by the flavor options, you didn't notice that another fifteen minutes had passed you by. That is, until the server made a polite noise by your side.

"Dinner for one, madam?" Your eyes shot up from the menu, checks turning crimson. Thirty minutes had passed, you were being stood up. Very obviously stood up. Your mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water.

"Ah, uh. I mean-" "Honey I'm so sorry I'm late, work was killer today! I would've called but my phone got crushed! I'm so sorry for making you wait for me, but I suspect you already know what to order, since you've been studying the menu." Your eyes shot towards the newcomer, you definitely knew them,  but you were incredibly confused.

"Yes of course, dear, I'd like the wild mushroom risotto and he will have the cacciatore, but please hold the basil, he's allergic. Also, I'd like to put in for a charcuterie board as an appetizer. Honey, I'm not sure if you're drinking tonight, but the house Chardonnay will pair splendidly." You finished the order, closed the menu, and locked eyes with your date. Still confused, but entirely intrigued, Best Jeanist stood before you, dressed immaculately, hair combed over. You'd worked with him before, on a job or two, and he'd been at UA at least for a year while you attended.

The server took your menus and rushed to put them in, after all he was serving one of the nation's best heroes and an unknown beautiful woman?! Could the mystery woman be his lover or wife?

"So.... is this real life? Tsunagu Hakamata... I don't think we've ever spent time together outside of work. Did Yamada or Emi set you up on this?" You leaned in, incredibly intrigued to see why or how this happened.

"Oh! So you were expecting someone? Should I leave? I saw you from across the restaurant and sensed that a rescue was needed." Your heart simultaneously crashed and reignited. You'd been stood up by some unknown man, but rescued by the 4th best hero in Japan.

"It appears I've been stood up, and now that I've ordered for both of us, I think it would be quite rude if you left before the appetizer even touched the table." You smiled at the blonde, feeling warm that he had thought to rescue you.

"Then my night is sealed. A beautiful meal with a beautiful hero! Furrashu Y/N, it's always a pleasure to see you." The epitome of tact and etiquette, he undid his top buttons for the rest of the meal, hiding  his face when staff approached. He was secretive, you could get into that.

"Tell me, what's a hero like yourself been up to lately? I will beg for details if you don't share!" You jokingly  threatened. There was a twinkle in his eye. This was going to be an enjoyable dinner.