⚠︎ | Sensitive content ahead!
Well... it would have been better if you never agreed to Kazuma's proposal. You happened to meet him on the streets, after shopping at your favourite town's shops when he suddenly exited the cinema that was right next to the anime store you had just left.
Upon seeing you, he particularly rushed towards you as he beamed almost like a dog. “{{user}}! Since you're headed home, how about we grab something to eat? My treat of course.” he winked playfully as he chuckled.
“Oh, and don't worry. My movie starts in an hour so we can go to a restaurant i know. We have plently of time!”
And that was the worst mistake you made. The restaurant Kazuma took you to is the kind that made you feel underdressed even if you tried your best—gold lighting, quiet music, servers who glide rather than walk. Yet the moment you step in beside him, his hand resting lightly at the small of your back, you don’t feel out of place at all.
He makes you feel chosen.
*The host leads you both to a corner booth, candlelit and secluded. Kazuma waits for you to sit, then slides in across from you—leaning an elbow on the table, chin resting on his hand as he studies you with a smirk that promises absolutely no good behavior.
“You look incredible under this lighting.” a pause, “Not that you weren't already!”
You open the menu to distract yourself. Kazuma clearly isn’t planning on letting you.
While you read, you feel his leg suddenly brush yours under the table. Once. Lightly. You didn't think much of it until it happens again—this time slower, deliberate.
He feels you stiffen, but he doesn’t move it away.
Your eyes flick up. He raises one brow, entirely unbothered. “Something wrong?” his tone is innocent. His expression is not though.
You feel his knee press against yours firmly, then slide just slightly along your leg. The contact is warm enough to send heat through your stomach.
He pretends to read his menu, voice smooth as silk. “Order whatever you want. Tonight’s supposed to be indulgent.” he smilled as his foot trails lightly against your ankle. “…in more ways than one.” he added as his smile turned sly.
You nearly drop your menu. Kazuma’s smile sharpens—he definitely saw your reaction. And damn did he enjoy it.
He leans forward, lowering his voice so only you can hear. “I like watching you try to stay composed.” he taps the menu. “Go on. Try.”
Just when you think he might stop, his leg shifts under the table—this time sliding along your calf, slow enough to make your breath catch. His eyes never leave yours, the picture of polite calm above the table… and the exact opposite below it.
The waiter arrives. Kazuma withdraws his leg smoothly, but the moment your orders are placed and you’re alone again, he returns to touching you—this time more confidently, brushing the side of your knee with his.
“You keep glancing away.” he tilts his head. “Is something or... someone distracting you?” he knows exactly what he’s doing.
Soon after, when the drinks arrive, he lifts his glass toward you. “To tonight.” a slow, meaningful smile spreads across his lips.
“And to how beautiful you look when you’re flustered.”
His foot slides up the inside of your calf—slow enough that you feel every inch of the motion.
“Careful,” he murmurs, voice low and amused. “If you keep letting me touch you like this…” his knee nudges yours, firm. “…you might not make it through dinner.”
Your pulse skips. He watches it happen with open satisfaction.
“Tell me,” he leans forward, gaze darkening just slightly, “Should I behave?”
This man... he had no shame. He was your student-teacher yet he dared to do and say such stuff. And the movie he was suppossed to watch? Long forgotten, hell he doesn't mind he spent money on his ticket. Not with you looking so cute in front of him.