Kazuchika Okada One Shot Collection

Attention

Featuring: Kazuchika Okada/FC

Category: fluffish

Word Count: 790

Warnings:

 "Pay attention to me."

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Kazuchika Okada did not like being ignored. Not one bit. As it rarely happened he wasn't used to it and was having a difficult time accepting it. He was flash and pomp, charismatic, handsome, rich and used to having all eyes on him. The fact that yours remained firmly on the book in your hands irritated him to no end.

He put on a good front, none of the fans clamoring in his meet and greet line would notice he wasn't giving them his full attention. Yet his eyes were always on you, his irritation growing by the minute. Okada didn't like being in the dark. Why were you here if not for the wrestling? It was an odd place to hang out to read. He didn't like not having the answers.

Finally the lines dwindled down to none and everyone was shuffled out to allow the performers to get ready for the show. Okada's curiosity was raised when you were left alone, sitting in your little corner, knees pulled up to your chest, chin resting on top of them and avidly reading your book. The room emptied until it was just the two of you, Okada sitting in the metal folding chair behind the wooden table glaring at you.

Unable to take the silence any longer he pushed to his feet and walked to your side. He stood in front of you irritation growing as you never looked up. Squatting down Okada grabbed your book and tossed it over his shoulder, finally gaining your attention.

As he got a good look at you his interest grew. Hunched over a book he hadn't really noticed but now that you were looking right at him with fire in your eyes he found you quite attractive.

"What did you do that for?" You asked angrily.

"I wanted you to pay attention to me," Okada said simply with a shrug as if it was obvious. "You're too pretty to have your nose buried in a book."

"Oh? So pretty girls can't read?" You scoffed. "Why don't you go find some airheaded bimbo to waste your time with? I'm not interested."

Instead Okada made himself comfortable, moving to the wall and sitting against it next to you. Rolling your eyes you started pushing to your feet, progress halted by his hand on your arm keeping you firmly in place.

"I'm not done talking to you yet." He said not releasing his grip.

"Well, I'm done talking to you. Now let me go or I'll scream." You threatened.

"Go ahead," He challenged with a smirk. "See how fast they trip over their feet to save you from me."

"You're infuriating." You spat knowing he had a point. There was no way this little promotion was going to risk alienating Kazuchika Okada. Even if your father did own it.

"So I've been told a few times." Okada said clearly unaffected.

'You're wasting your time." You told him again as he seemed in no hurry to move on. "I'm not interested."

"So you keep saying." He responded with a smile. "I like challenges, so that's only making me want you more." He paused giving her a considering look. "Of course it's probably a case of protesting too much."

Your mouth dropped open and you stared at him with disbelief. You dealt with a lot of egos being involved in the professional wrestling. There was no shortage of self-important people, full of themselves and feeling like they're god's gift to women, but Okada just might take the cake.

"Ego much?" You retorted tugging on your arm in yet another futile attempt to free it. "How should I spell it out to you to prove to you I'm not interested?"

Okada grinned. He did love when the fell so neatly in line. He had her right where he wanted her.

"Dinner tonight. You go out with me and withstand my charms and I will graciously concede defeat." Okada said.

You hesitated, his grin proving you weren't quite as immune to him as you thought, but you had come this far. You weren't backing down. If you didn't accept he was going to take it as an admission that you knew you couldn't go out with him and not fall for him.

Raising your chin stubbornly you accepted the date, frowning as he rose triumphantly and walked away with the confident swagger of a man who knows he's already won.

Cursing him under your breath you pushed to your feet and went to retrieve your book. You might be going on this date, but you weren't quite ready to declare him the victor yet.