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Fuma smiles at his reflection in the mirror.
“It's not gonna be bad,” he whispers, biting on his lower lip and fixing his hair. “Just a blind date.”
A sigh is too loud for the silent room.
He's nervous about it, because it wasn't even his idea to go there. It was Maki who texted him a few days ago.
makikkk
bro blind date yes or no?
you said yes ik
so this sat, 7pm
place I'll give you later
Fuma was lost, but agreed anyway. Why? Oh, he doesn't know. Maybe it was just a rush of adrenaline, an intrusive thought that won for the first time in a while.
It doesn't matter, because now he's on the way to the café somewhere in the city center. He's about to meet someone he has never seen before.
Fuma fidgets his ring, breathing heavily. He's thinking about everything and anything - all at once.
Who's he going to meet there? Would it be a guy or a woman? Hell, he does even know the gender, and it makes his heart flutter in a weird way. Would he enjoy the company? Or would it be boring and disappointing?
The taxi arrives faster than he starts sinking in his own thoughts.
“Thank you,” he gives a smile and feels the way his heart starts beating faster.
Fuck, he's about to turn around and sit back to the car. He's not ready for this. Not yet. But when he enters the café and sees the only one person sitting there-
Is this the right one? Fuma doesn't know, so he gathers up all the extraverted atoms in his body to ask.
Breathe in, breathe out.
“Um, hello? Are you here… For a blind date, by any chance?” He smiles shyly, looking at the guy.
Very attractive guy. The dark red hair, the soft smile and just his vibe overall-
He seems to be nice.
“Yeah, I am,” he says quietly, nodding. Gosh, he's cute. “Harua,” he points to the seat in front of him.
Fuma sits down, biting on his lip nervously. “Fuma. Nice to meet you,” he takes a deep breath.
He's never been on dates like this. What should he do? What should he say?
Oh, goodness, he's about to be awkwardly weird, and Harua will laugh at him and go away and leave him all alone here and-
“Very nice, Fuma, you look amazing,” Harua tilts his head to the side, his gaze sliding up and down. Is he evaluating Fuma right now? Oh, fuck.
“Oh, um… Thank you,” he mumbles under his breath, making Harua giggle. “You are gorgeous.”
A few seconds of silence with both of them looking at each other.
“Thank you,” Harua rests his chin on his palm. “Should we, um, exchange some basic info? But first… What do you wanna eat?”
They're ordering some food and drinks quickly. Harua keeps chuckling at every joke Fuma says, and it feels so comfortable, because his laugh seems so genuine.
Harua licks his lips, “Okay, so while we're waiting… I'm Shigeta Harua, I'm twenty three, working at home as a graphic designer. I'm trying this… For the first time, actually,” he smiles softly. “But I guess I'm lucky.”
Fuma tries so hard to hide the grin, but his flushed cheeks betray him. “Same here,” he mumbles. “So… Murata Fuma, I'm twenty seven, currently working in my own dance studio,” he nods briefly.
Harua gasps, and Fuma thought it's impossible to look more attractive, but Harua proves him wrong.
“I always knew I was into older men… So you're a dance teacher or something? Cause I'm dancing, too. Not in a professional way, but still,” he shrugs, giggling.
“Yeah, kinda.”
Fuma can't help but stare at Harua in awe, because he looks a little bit too good now, with sunbeams on his face and his eyes being so sparkly.
“Do you mind dance together some day?” Harua bites on his lower lip.
Oh, goodness, he's already talking about their next… Date?
“Oh, of course, I'd like to! Wait, does it mean you-”
Harua tilts his head to the side. “I like you. Already,” he nods a few times. “Yeah, maybe I'll change my mind in the end of our date, but I don't think so. You seem to be a good person, so… I'd like to go on another date with you.”
Fuck.
“Yeah, me too,” Fuma takes a deep breath.
The waiter approaches them and it makes him realise.
The date has just started, and both of them have already agreed on the following one.
Crazy.
Fuma needs to thank Maki. Oh, he really needs to.