Matsukawa Issei sits bouncing his leg, twisting the napkin on his lap. Why did he ever agree to a blind date? He must be crazy. Knowing Hanamaki he probably arranged for Oikawa to show up with a bunch of fanfare to annoy and embarrass both of them.
But his fears fall away as you step into view, the hostess pointing to his table, He stands quickly, smoothing out his jacket and wishing he’d taken the time to get it dry cleaned.
“Matsukawa-san?” you ask and he nods. You smile, extending your hand. “I’m _____, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Your voice is pleasant, like your face.
He pulls out your chair, settling you in before returning to his seat. “Sorry for the boring setting,” he says scratching his cheek. “To be honest, I thought Hanamaki was pulling a fast one on me.”
You giggle and he definitely likes the sound of it.
“That makes two of us,” you reply, mirth glowing in your eyes.
“Well, guess we owe him an apology,” Matsukawa chuckles.
“Oh? So sure this is going to end well?” you tease.
“Yeah. He didn’t tell you? I’m psychic.” He nods sagely and you snort.
“Interesting proclamation, given you couldn’t see this wasn’t a ruse to a bad joke.”
He shrugs. “I’m rusty. But you’ll see I’m right.”
And when you go out again a week later, you’re forced to admit he was “right”.
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