A Bit Of Hope (Present Mic x male reader)

5

It was finally Friday which meant today was the date.

"Okay are you sure you'll be fine by yourself for a few hours?"

"Yes dad, I'm ten not eight."

"Yes but your still a kid and I don't want to get a babysitter since you used your qurik on the last one."

"I'll be fine I'll call the cops if some creppy person tries to break in."

"Sure, knowing you, you'll use your qurik first."

"Perhaps."

"If anything happens and it's not too serious call Hizashi's number."

"Okay now go before he gets there first."

"Fine."

(M/N) leaves the house, locking the door behind him. Walking to the park.

(M/N) finds a spot near a lake and under a tree.

'This seems too cheesy is should move i- oh shit there he is fuck!'

He quickly pulls out a blanket and places it on the ground to only fall on his ass.

"Are you okay?"

"Yep perfectly fine, totally meant to fall."

"Uh huh sure."

Hizashi smiles and shakes his head and that's when (M/N) noticed it.

'His hair is in a man bun a fucking man bun!! You're fucking whipped you bottom.'

'Shut up I can appreciate a very handsome man when I see one.'

'Bottom.'

Hizashi sit down next to the male who was having an argument with himself.

"(M/N) are you okay?"

"Y-yep! You look nice!"

"Thanks."

"Why am I so akward?"

(M/N) facepalms sighing.

"You're fine plus it's cute."

"Oh..."

"You picked a pretty nice spot for a date."

"Thanks, I thought it was too cheesy.."

"Nah plus look ducks!"

"Good thing I brought bread then."

"Ooooh what did you bring anyway."

"I made sushi, then there's noddles and rice and a few other things..."

"I love how you make your sushi it always taste soo good."

"Thanks."

(M/N) got the food out and the two started eating.

Once the food was ate (M/N) layed his head on Hizashi's lap.

"You know (M/N) we should go on another date and it'll be my treat."

"O-oh really?"

"Yes so how about next Friday we go out on another date."

"Sure..that sounds nice."

"Good."

Hizashi phone rings and he looks at it confused.

"What is it?"

"It's your phone number."

"It must be (D/N) I gave her my phone for emergency."