Kintsugi

If I Don't Get Better Than This Man in My Skin

Aizawa

It was impossible to sleep once I got home. My mind kept replaying the night over and over. If I'm like this over a five-minute interaction, what will I do if I ever have an actual conversation with the woman? I rubbed my eyes in the darkened room trying to get a grip on my idiocy. Shiro, however, slept soundly on the pillow next to me. I looked at the clock-0930. I'd been tossing and turning for the better part of two hours now. I sighed and sat up.

I grabbed my phone texted Hiz to come over if he wasn't busy. He sent some gif of a dude giving finger guns and I took that as that he was coming, so I got up. I opened the curtains and put a pot of coffee on. I was cleaning up a few dishes I'd left in the sink when I heard him punch in the lock code on the door. "Man, put a shirt on. You're making me feel inadequate." He said as he walked into the kitchen.

"Not my fault you're built like a stalk of bamboo." I replied.

I put the last dish in the drying rack and walked to the bedroom to grab a tshirt. "What's up? Why'd you call me over?" he called from the couch. I walked back out to the kitchen and grabbed two mugs from the cabinet.

"I ran into her again last night." I said.

"Her? Her who?" he asked absently as he flipped through the tv channels. I waited-it would hit him in a second. "Wait-HER?" he shouted, spinning halfway around on the couch to face me. There it is. "The small angry fairy?" he added. I couldn't help but crack up at that.

"Yes, the fairy." I finally said after the laughter subsided. I told him how I'd stumbled across where she worked and how I used the 'gods were feeling generous' line thinking I was super cool.

"Are you serious? You said that?" he asked, stifling a laugh.

"What? It was cool, wasn't it?" I asked.

"For you, yes. Anyone else I think she probably would have laughed her ass off. You got that whole deep voice thing going for you. You could make the ingredients label of bubble gum sound sexy." He replied. I just shook my head.

I told him how the rest of it went and how she put her number in my phone. "I asked if I could walk her to her car when she was done work while I was on patrol in the area." I said. He kind of side-eyed me before staring down into his coffee cup with a little smile.

"What'd she say?" he asked. I hesitated for a moment; I didn't want to sound too excited, even though my insides were jumping around like a lovesick teenager.

"That she'd like it very much." I finally answered.

He set his mug down on the table and leaned his elbows on his knees, hands folded together. He leaned forward, resting his chin on his thumbs, hiding his mouth with his hands. He was quiet and didn't look at me. I was highly confused. This isn't Hiz.

"What? What is it?" I asked, confused.

"I often wondered how it would feel," he started, speaking through his folded hands, "When the day finally came that our little boy became a man." He finished in a mock crying tone.

"You're a dick." I said as I threw a couch pillow at him as he busted out laughing.

"GODS it's about TIME you rejoined the human race!" he bellowed as he jumped up into a squat on the couch, facing me. "I mean, I have to meet her first, obviously before-"

"Why in the HELL would you need to meet her?" I cut him off.

"Duh-I have make sure she's good enough for my best friend." He replied in a tone that implied that it should have been obvious. I rubbed my forehead. What I have I done?