All or Nothing

15

I ran around my apartment frantically looking for a hair tie; Aizawa was going to be picking me up in a few minutes and my hair wasn't even done yet. Thankfully he wasn't the kind of person to be early, so that gave me extra time.

"Aha!" I finally found one and pulled my hair up into a loose high ponytail. I fiddled with my bangs as I walked back into my bathroom to brush my teeth.

"I really hope I look good," I sighed as I stood in front of my mirror. The dress was black, short, and embroidered with a bunch of beautiful flowers. I had gotten it while I was in Tokyo, thinking about the moment I'd finally be able to wear it as a date dress. I even had a little black wrap around skirt to accentuate the bottom of the dress. It was edgy, but not edgy enough to be cringey. I looked at the time and saw that it was two minutes 'til, "Shit."

I ran out to the livingroom and grabbed my purse. I tossed my phone in, and walked over to the door to put my boots on. Once ready I stood at the door with my hand on the knob. Was I ready? Did I grab everything?

My thoughts were cut short by a soft knock on the door; I opened it to reveal a very handsome and nervous Aizawa. He had his hair up and he was dressed in a nice pink button up, and black dress pants. He didn't shave which was nice because it gave him a more down to earth look. I couldn't stop the smile that grew on my face along with the blush that burned all the way to my ears.

He gave me a look over as his stupid grin matched mine, "You look beautiful." He sighed as he pulled his arm from behind his back to reveal a small bouquet of sunflowers.

I gasped and tried not to squeal as I looked from him to the flowers then back to him, "O-oh, they're beautiful."

He chuckled sheepishly and lifted them towards me, "Here, we might want to put these in a vase before leaving."

I hurried him inside before shuffling to the kitchen to grab one from cabinet. I hadn't finished unpacking everything, but luckily I had taken out all of my kitchen stuff.

He followed closely behind me, and leaned against the counter to wait, "The place looks kinda empty."

"I haven't finished unpacking yet; I've been so busy with work and worrying about you that I haven't even thought about it," I filled the vase I found with water and took the flowers out of the plastic wrappings, "All of the important stuff is settled in though." I set the vase on my small dinner table and put the flowers in.

I felt arms around my waist, hugging me from behind, and a chin rest on my head, "I'm sorry that I made you worry," he whispered, pressing his face into my hair.

"O-oh," I felt my blush burn in my ears as I rested my hands on his, gently rubbing his knuckles with my thumbs, "Sho, I worry because I care. You did nothing wrong," I turned myself around in his arms so I could look up at him, "you were doing your job."

He looked down at me with a soft, emotion filled, expression as I reached up and brushed his scarred cheek with my thumb.

"I love you." He didn't give me time to reply before he pressed his lips to mine. I felt sparks and warmth like nothing I had felt before; the only thing I could think was that I could never get tired of kissing him.

I wanted to kiss more. That kiss unlocked a new feeling of need I never knew I had lost. I needed affection, love, and support. I was so touch starved that one kiss wasn't enough. He tried to pull back for a second, but I couldn't stop myself from wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him back in. He let out a tiny surprised chuckle as his arms tightened around me.

I finally let him go, and he pulled back a little so he could press his forehead to mine; his plastered grin looked strange to see, but extremely welcome. It made my heart skip, "I love you too."

We finally left after him saying something about the reservation he made. I was a little flustered cause I didn't realize he was going to do so much for our first date; not that I minded.

We ended up at the restaurant we went to the first time he and I had ever hung out outside of school. I had expected somewhere fancier so I was surprised when we pulled into the parking lot, "I thought you had reservations?"

He grinned a little and side-eyed me, "I do."

My eyebrows knitted together in confusion as we got out of the car. He took my hand and gently guided me to the door and held it open for me, "This place has a special back room, and you have to reserve it to get it."

I made an 'oh' face as the waitress motioned for us to follow her to the room.

He wasn't kidding when he said it was in the back of the building. We got to the door and the waitress turned to us, "If you would, please leave your shoes next to the door," she gestured to the ground with a smile, "You're server will be with you shortly."