She waved to me as more people poured inside. It was getting jam-packed inside to the point I was getting smashed in the corner between the side of the seats and the closing door. I was madly uncomfortable as I wanted to get off and just run home. I was stuck now.
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I was jammed in the corner between the side of the seats and the closing door. I was madly uncomfortable and wanted to get off and just run home. I was stuck now. I sighed. I heard the customary voice lines from the conductor signaling he was about the start.
I had to take three stations to get close to the beach. This is going to be a long ride. We got to the next stop. Not many got off, but tried to get on. Many shifted around to let people in. Somebody was being a little rowdy, asking for some space when it wasn't much to begin with.
I rolled my eyes. Some people were pushed away. Someone with a hood up fell towards me. They caught their selves before falling into me.
"Are you okay? " I whispered and yelled towards them.
They grunted.
They lifted their head, stringing curses. They caged me in my corner. I looked away uncomfortably but oddly complaint. The curses stopped from the other man in front of me. I felt their eyes on me. I tried ignoring it, but it seemed like they were getting closer to me. My anger flared. I looked at them, about to give them a piece of my mind.
Red eyes.
"The man at the park," I stuttered out.
His eyes bore into mine. He leaned in super close. I looked up at him, feeling myself trying to get away, but I was trapped. I was scared. I couldn't control my pheromones in time, letting out a sour scent of distress. I panicked when he moved his hand to touch my cheek. I observed that one of his fingers stayed up while touching my face.
My pheromones calmed down. This weird warm feeling shot through my body the longer this man touched me. I swear I could hear his heartbeat synchronized with mine. I hesitated to touch his cheek.
He leaned close to my ear, "You're too young to be my mate."
His raspy voice sent shivers down my spine. I then registered what he said. Mate? He's my soulmate! I don't know why, but I felt... I don't know, happy? I was elated, smelling his faint scent wrapping around me felt oddly comforting.
"You're my soulmate?" I asked in disbelief, rubbing his cheek with my thumb.
I engraved his face in my mind.
"Disappointed?" His hesitant smile anticipated my answer.
"No, not in the slightest," I said, smiling at him.
I find Lady Fate funny. The man I poured my heart out to turned out to be my mate. I giggled absentmindedly, appreciating my luck.
"What's so funny?" His voice is charming with a hint of danger, trying to read me.
"We just met yesterday. Isn't that fate?" I smiled.
He chuckled softly, "This could only be a coincidence."
"Then I'm lucky you coincidentally became my mate."
"Lucky? Quite the opposite, brat."
I frowned, "You couldn't be that much older than me."
"I'm 20."
I was shocked, I knew he was older than me, but not 4 years older than me. I felt stares and tried to look around, but he distracted me.
"Just look at me. Nosy fools smelt. You, so it's not safe." He said, looking back, shielding my body from peering eyes.
I have never been protected like this before; it makes my stomach flutter.
"Alright." I looked down, shifting my body as a scorching heat stretched through my body.
I heard him chuckle again. I looked up, seeing him smirking, his red eyes teasing.
"You look like a Tomato." He said, grabbing my nose and wriggling it.
I slapped his hand away, flustered.
"Shut up."
Time passed as we bantered, and I was comfortable leaning on his chest, not wanting to leave. I knew my stop was coming soon, and I pitied myself.
"Can we meet again?" Practically begging with my eyes.
"No." He sounded serious.
I couldn't stop myself from tearing up. I looked away, playing with my hands, embarrassed that he was seeing me like this up close. I held them back and tried to rationalize why I couldn't. There could be many reasons, like it's dangerous for us to be together, or he currently has a lover, maybe he didn't desire me.
"You don't look half bad. I never knew a crying face could be so pretty." The man mumbled that part absentmindedly, and I couldn't hear what he said.
"Could I hug you goodbye then?" I inquired.
"What are you doing after this?" He asked, ignoring my question.
He stood there trapping me between him and the wall, never taking that stupid smile off his handsome face.
"I'm going to train with my mentor and talk to my friend about this date coming up." I don't know why I said that last part. I felt that if I didn't provoke him, he would let me go just like that.
The train came to a halt. I wiped my stray tears.
"Goodbye, mister, I met you at the park," I said, smiling bitterly, not looking at him.
The doors opened I swiftly made my way passed him. I walked away. Then, before I knew it, I was running up the stairs. I just met my mate, and he doesn't want me. All those encouraging words he said last night vanished from my mind. The colors I once saw faded into shades of grays.
I felt myself being pulled back. My mouth was covered before, so I couldn't scream. My heart raced.
"Alright, alright, I let the joke go on too long. Stop crying." The man from the park said.
I shook my head, biting one of his fingers. He scoffed, not even bothered. I tried to force his arms off of me, but they wouldn't budge.
"Let me go."
"You're so daring." He snarled in my ear.
I'm scared. This is different from the teasing man earlier. I felt he would swallow me whole if I didn't stop resisting. I did my best to relax.
"I should break your legs now, running away from me. " He threatened me as his pheromones indicated his simmering rage.
I trembled. I never felt this threatened, even when All Might, the number one hero, tried to make me submit. On instinct, I bared my scent gland. I don't know why I knew in the back of my mind he would hurt me.
"Don't ever run away from me unless I tell you to." I let my anger flare, and he told me not to see him again. His arm around my waist loosened.
I was about to get away, but his grip tightened. He was about to speak, but I cut him off.
"I'm just obliging to your wish never to meet again. You're so contradictory. Let me go!" I tried wriggling out of his grip. I kicked my legs, but that didn't work either.
He sighed, frustrated, "I'm in the wrong."
His scent calmed, not wrapping around my neck. I calmed down as well. I have a feeling he doesn't say that often.
"That was cruel."
"...I know," his voice low.
"Will I see you again?"