ohhhhhhhhhh wow.

gulp.

does Hajime regret asking you out for the first time? no. does he regret looking like an absolute fucking moron? yes. wholeheartedly, definitely, yes.

why is he an idiot, you ask? because you’d come to your date, looking like that (meaning the sexiest motherfucker in the world) and he’s in a black long sleeve shirt with the sleeves rolled up and jeans. when he said restaurant, you didn’t know what kind he meant, so you dressed for any and every possibility. respectable, but now he feels underdressed.

his hands felt clammy, but Hajime reached for your hand anyway and intertwined your fingers together, an awkward smile crossing his lips as he began to lead you down the sidewalk. he’d planned on taking you to this nice, cozy little restaurant that was tucked away on a street corner. Hajime hopes you like it.

his free hand rubs the back of his neck, clearing his throat because of the lump he felt forming there. he probably looks like a huge dork. no, he’s no dork! he stood a little straighter and looked ahead, keeping a neutral expression. ..or, at least, that’s what he was trying to do. of course you’re a little distracting — you look good enough to eat! so he can’t help it when his eyes trail over to you, even if only to admire your side profile.