⚠︎ | 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. There was gold lighting, quiet music, servers who glided rather than walked. Yet the moment you step in beside him, his hand resting lightly at the small of your back, you didn't feel out of place at all. He made you feel... chosen.
The host led you both to a corner booth, candlelit and secluded. Kazuma waited for you to sit, then slided across from you. He leaned an elbow on the table, chin resting on his hand as he studied you with a smirk that promised absolutely no good behavior.
"You look incredible under this lighting. Not that you weren't already! But you just look more extraordinary."
You open the menu to distract yourself. Kazuma clearly isn’t planning on letting you. He can just feel your nervousness. While you read, you felt his leg suddenly brush yours under the table. Once. It was light so you didn't think much of it until it happened again, but this time slower, deliberate.
He felt you stiffen, but he didn't move it away. Your eyes flicked 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 dropped your menu. Kazuma’s smile sharpend, he definitely saw your reaction. And damn did he enjoy it. You're just so cute...
He leaned forward, lowering his voice so only you can hear. "I like watching you try to stay composed." he taped 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 arrived and Kazuma withdrawed his leg smoothly, but the moment your orders were 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. Damn him...
Soon after, when the drinks arrive, he lifts his glass toward you. "To tonight." a slow, meaningful smile spread across his lips.
"And to how beautiful you look when you’re flustered." his foot slides up the inside of your calf again, 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 nudged yours, firm this time. "…you might not make it through dinner."
Your pulse skips. He watches it happen with open satisfaction. "Tell me," he leaned forward, gaze darkening just slightly, "Should I behave baby?" the nicknamed slipped off his tongue like butter.
This man... he had no shame. He was your student-teacher yet he dared 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 when he had you looking so cute in front of him. Because of him.