He didn't want to be forgotten. Not by the world, the future, or in his present.
He tried his best to stuff his crying heart into music. He created wonderful melancholy tunes fit just right for his heart.
He did have it all. The money, reputat...
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IT SEEMED THAT NO MATTER WHAT MASAYUKI DID HIS NIGHT DID NOT GET BETTER. He had gotten into his fastest car which ended up being the black audi sports edition before quickly heading off.
He was now near thirty minutes late. He didn't even know if everyone was waiting for him and he couldn't even tell them to go ahead and start as he never grabbed his phone.
How wonderful. Just how motherfucking peachy.
It didn't help that he had to literally race through traffic in order to cut down on time. He knew his driving was really dangerous and probably looked drunken to others but he wanted to save some face. He didn't want to end his night by missing a chance to stare at Aizawa's beautiful features.
He was pretty shameless and he didn't hesitate to admit it.
Finally after a few more moments of silence he pulled his car into the parking lot of the restaurant. His dilated eyes took in the bustle outside with content before he found a place at the front to park.
Checking his watch he closed his eyes in annoyance. "Why the fuck?" He growled realizing how unprofessional he would appear with how tardy he actually was. It was nearing 8 p.m.
Deciding against growing any more late he picked up his crumbling confidence and shoved aside his crippling social anxiety and headed straight inside with his head held high.
He just needed a quick fix of daddy Aizawa.
The custom black Dior corset dipped into a plunge between Masayuki's chest. His skin glistened under the rays of the dim lights in the restaurant almost making him glow. His hair appeared radiant while giving way at his ears to reveal the two blinding crystals dripping down from his piercings. They hung low enough to brush the tops of his shoulders as he walked.
He wore black perfectly tailored pants fitting his body like a glove. A matching blazer with padded shoulders rested on his shoulders. His feet were adorned by a pair of glossy black dress shoes with heels that hit the tiles underneath him with a clack.
Those he passed as he searched around the restaurant for his colleagues grew shell shocked eyes gluing involuntarily on the man. Not to mention that his inked sleeve on his arm was visible to all. The man looked as expensive as his clothes.
To add to his already star-ish appearance his smokey shadow and liner added a certain seductive nature to his resting expression. Masayuki knew for a fact he looked hot but he felt even hotter under the attention.
Aizawa had been seated at the rowdy table in silence for a while now. He had always found the dinners unnecessary and a waste of time. He even hated shaving and dressing up for the occasion. His only interest for tonight was the fact that they now had a newcomer. One the homeroom teacher loved to tease and see.
