𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 | 𝐬. 𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 [completed]

๛ ³ 𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒

~𐀔chapter three𐀔~

"Oye," you said forgetting all rationality as you stomped to the man. he was visibly startled and furrowed his eyebrows as he watched you walk towards him. he still had his phone by his ears but refrained from saying anything.

he just looked down at you, wordlessly.

"you... my... my bike... one sec"  you could barely get your argument across over your panting. again you had your hand on your knees, praying you'd regain your composure soon so you could cuss him out.

I shouldn't have run. fuckung unfit.

"I'll call you back," he said before hanging up and settling his gloved hands in his pockets, dark eyes never leaving you. Eventually, you stood up straight and glared at him.

he really is good-looking from up close.

you couldn't help but to appreciate his features;  muscular jawline (you were sure it was stubbled the Monday you saw him), annoyed narrow dark eyes, thick dark eyelashes, a large scar under his right eye, tall with a somewhat muscular build.

"you ran over my fuckin- ... my bike sir," you said with a scowl and one of his eyebrows raised, taken aback by you swearing.

definitely my type. you couldn't help to think taking in his mean appearance .

"what are you talking about kid?"  he'd ask only to have your phone shoved in his face with a picture of the bent-up bicycle.

he was ready to deny it but soon the lines between his brows smoothed and a blank expression covered his face.

"oh... that's what that sound was"

your nose twitched.

"what?" You asked sharply and he looked away as he reached into his pocket and took out his wallet.

"how much" he simply asked and you narrowed your eyes at him with a scowl "what?" 

without responding, he placed a wad of cash into your hand and walked by you without sparing another glance then said "you don't address people older than you with 'what'...it's getting dark. go home kid".

this dick didn't even apologize. the change of demeanor that ichika had been dreading all evening finally happened and she wasn't there to see it.

it took only a few spare seconds for him to turn around again, this time his attention is caught by the smell of fire.

his eyes slightly widened as he watched you light the wad of cash with a lighter that seemed to have only a drop of gas left.

"high school boys or privileged alpha bastards. I can't tell which I hate more....get home it's dark? don't get ahead of yourself. who the fuck's gonna target me. I'm a beta after all" you grumbled while reaching for the last cigarette in the box you had.

you really were trying to quit but moments like this it was a given that you'd reach for them. you tried the lighter at it but to no avail, it wouldn't light.

"fucking lighter. it's your bad energy that's fucked it. stupid alpha bastard"

throwing the cheap lighter to the ground since it was empty, you used one of the half-burnt 10,000 yen notes instead to light the cigarette.

"who gives a shit about the night...and don't call me a kid. I'm legal. fuck you...fucking prick" he watched you flash away the burning note before it could singe your fingers.

you took a draw just as you were walking away from him and the burning money, immediately you could already feel yourself calming down.

damn, I really snapped. shit. well, there goes my chances with that guy.

"oh well. I've had enough. I need to sleep" you said already feeling your eyes drooping as you walked away, thoroughly exhausted.

"Pfft. what an ungrateful brat" he muttered to himself and though he was pissed off, he couldn't help but hope you didn't hear.

and he couldn't tear his eyes away from your disappearing frame.

𖠑𖠑𖠑𖠑𖠑𖠑𖠑𖠑𖠑

it wasn't until Monday evening again that you'd found yourself in the cafe already dreading when your friends would arrive.

they had gotten someone to fill in for you the Friday night but you knew you'd get an earful when they arrived.

with a green apple lollipop in your mouth, you sighed and rested your head on the table, scrolling through posts from the weekend.

oh, look. someone else from the class got paired. must be nice.

"y/n, this is for you" you heard Lisa, the waitress, say before setting down a large-sized box with twenty pastries inside and some sort of frappe.

mochi? strawberry mochi? 20? I can't afford that on a school day. Nor that much.

"I didn't order- " it pained you, to be honest. you basically had to cover your eyes from seeing them to ensure it wouldn't affect your train of thoughts.

"it's definitely for you. it's a gift. I'm almost jealous" she said and you peeked through the holes in your fingers at the pastry again; your mouth watered.

"From who? ichika? Or is it customer appreciation?" you had asked and she leaned to your ear to whisper.

"the mister at the door. he's about to leave" and for some reason, the statement made your stomach drop. when she'd moved away you noticed the older guy from earlier standing from a table near the door.

he was leaving the cafe with a cup to his lips and just before he turned to walk to the door, your eyes made four with his dark brooding ones.

you looked away in shock, not wanting to see if he waved or not though you doubt he did.

'that bastard!' you thought in annoyance yet you had to lower your head and cover your ears. your face and ears were hot from the blood rush and you couldn't possibly let it show.

Lisa walked away amused since she'd never seen you so worked up before. it was like you had a crush.