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?"
—
It's been a month since I met my alpha. We have met quite often. Our schedules keep abiding by a firm schedule; I couldn't pick a better person suited to me. We went on dates that were always during the night, but it worked for us. We go to small events, eat at restaurants, and just have fun. I have invited him to my house, although I did sneak him in without my mom noticing. I tried to ease my mom into the idea of meeting him, but she's opposed to getting involved with my soulmate. She says I could be easily swayed by our connection.
We have our differences, but we do well with compromising. Even though he can be childish at times, he tends to backtrack when he realizes himself. He always gets flustered, apologizing at times I find super cute. We never got into a fight. I have my moments, too. He just stands there, taking it, in the end, it always makes me feel guilty. He pinpoints why I have my outbursts and addresses them immediately before letting me internalize anything.
I apologize profusely every time, but he tells me I should be confident enough to come to him with all my problems. I do realize I tend to bottle all my pain until I can't take it anymore, but it's hard bottling my emotions when he notices every time I have a bad day.
Besides that, I acknowledge we have our secrets, and we both do our best to tread carefully on those topics. Like where I go to school, what he does as a job, or even who our teachers are. We don't let it affect us; we just set boundaries until one of us wants to break them.
I also now know my alpha's name is Shigiraki Tomura.
—
We are on a date. Well, I consider it a date. Just a stroll around the area, talking about anything.
"Shigiraki."
"Hmm?" He glanced at me with his eyes, glimmering with curiosity.
"Nothing, I just wanted to say your name." I smiled to myself, his name foreign but sweet on my tongue.
"Tomura. Call me Tomura," he said.
I noticed his ears were tinged pink; it was so cute. My smile brightened.
"Tomura". I called out.
I was giddy all over again. I held his hand. He took great care to point out one finger to activate his quirk. The soft curve on his lips stretched in something bright.
The first time I had seen him like this. I swooned over his smile, hesitantly innocent. We made it to the beach.
We sat down, staring at the moon as it shone upon us. The water crashing on the sand. The soft whisps of air come and go. This was so romantic!
I heard him sigh.
I looked back at him. Our eyes met, making me blush and quickly look away.
"It's such a shame." He muttered.
"What is?"
"You're just so bright."
"And you're not?"
He chuckled, rolling his eyes, looking at the water.
"I'm not a good person." His voice grew cold.
"You're good to me."
He clicked his tongue, looking at me. "I could hurt you."
"You wouldn't," I stated matter-of-factly.
"How would you know?"
I frowned. I started to say something, but nothing came out. He has never made me think I was in danger with him. He's always there when I need him. He never shamed me for being me. He's always been considerate of my feelings. I'm not sure where this is coming from.
"See." He smiled bitterly.
He looked to see if he had found his answer.
"You won't," I blurted out.
He scoffed, looking at me with those red eyes. His eyes narrowed at me.
"Would you stay with me if you found out I was a bad person?" He asked.
"Can I count on you to stay with me?" I asked back.
"Of course," he said.
"Then it doesn't matter who you are." I smiled.
He stared at me for a moment before laughing in disbelief.
I leaned on his shoulder, sighing in comfort. Breathing in his scent releases all the tension I once had. I was happy, not much talking, just relishing the moment. I think I could get used to this.