Another week went by. Rohan and I were to meet at yet another cafe called Cafe De Maigot. It was a week before we hung out again. He had an idea for us to bond...
Today, I wasn't wearing my usual summer sundress. I was wearing sweatpants and a tee-shirt.
When I arrived, Rohan was sitting at a table with some dude in an ugly hat. I came up behind Rohan, bent down, and placed a kiss on his cheek. I greeted quietly, "Hey, Rohan."
"Good afternoon, Ame," Rohan said while glancing at me. He kept his strong composure, but I saw his tips of his ears turn a light pink.
I sat in the chair between the two and stay quiet as they finished talking about manga business.
The man got up, said his goodbyes and left.
Rohan grabbed his bag from beside him and said, "Ready to go?"
I stood up and said gung-ho, "Let's do it!"
And we were on our way. After a while, we arrived at our destination. A gym.
I knew there was a reason Rohan stayed so fit. I wanted to try working out as well.
We went in and got to working!
The first place we went to were weights section. I said to Rohan, "I want muscles!" I flexed my arms showing off my lack of muscles.
Rohan said confidently, "Let me show you how it's done." He began doing some exercising on a lifting thing.
It took everything to control myself. I was not the type to fond over men lifting weights or getting sweaty while exercising, but today, I was a new person! I wasn't even into muscles until I saw him get to work.
This man was a work of art.
"Ame?" Rohan called snapping me out of it. He was done with what he was doing.
I muttered, "Gosh, you are mad hot. Like wow!"
Rohan chuckled confidently, "Your turn. You should be honored to be spotted by I, Rohan Kishibe."
I replied, "Mm, yes I am." I mentally slapped my hand. Bad, Ame!
I tried some of the weight contraptions thingys while Rohan spotted me. Not gonna lie, it was hard work, but Rohan was being actually supportive. It was kind of scary.
After muscle training, we moved on to the treadmill. As we began with walking, we slowly began increasing the speed. Of course, I got competitive. I tried going faster than him, but he somehow kept topping me.
Eventually, I was on my last leg, as I slowed the treadmill down to a halt. I fell to my knees as I heaved, "How the heck can you keep going?"
Rohan was still going steady as he shrugged, "Experience."
Experience?! What does that even mean? Does this man just runs 25km/s or something? Not only did he run fast, he ran with STYLE!
I continued to catch my breath as he asked, "Are you okay?"
I answered while huffing and puffing, "Nope, just sitting here dying." I began losing my bearings as I became lightheaded.
"Ugh," I heard Rohan beside me. "Don't be going overboard like that, idiot." He placed his hand on my back gently and began rubbing. "Need some help?"
"Water," I barely got out. "W-water."
"Okay," Rohan got up from me and basically shoved the bottle of water in my face. "Drink."
About five minutes later, I was back on my feet.
Rohan snapped, "Next time, don't overdo it."
"Whatever," I pouted. His stamina clearly outweighed mine.
"Now let's go," he said. "I'm sweaty, and we need a shower."
"Shower together?" I said hopefully.
"No," he said.
"Fine," I pouted. No means no.
We left to go to his house. We took *sigh* separate showers. He took his first. After I changed to a simple shirt and shorts, I went searching for Rohan.
The first place I decided to check was his office. I wouldn't have been surprised if he went straight to writing. When I arrived at the room, I was surprised to NOT see him there. So I decided to go to see if he was in his bedroom.
I strolled to his closed bedroom door and knocked.
There was no answer, so I assumed he wasn't there. I searched the rest of his large house, but I couldn't find him.
"Oh," I muttered. "I guess he was in his room." I sighed and went back to his bedroom door. I knocked gently, "Rohan?"
Rohan cracked the door open and peeked through. "Sorry." He could barely be seen through the opening.
I feign a gasp, "You, Rohan Kishibe, is apologizing?"
He sighed clearly not amused, "I have honor. I almost fell asleep waiting for you. Want me to cook us something? I bet you are hungry after that reckless workout."
I sucked my teeth at how true his whole statement was. "Yeah. Food sounds good right now."
Rohan opened the door wide to step out. What I saw made me nearly gasp. I drooled, "Boobs."
Rohan was shirtless. He sighed, "Sometimes I really wonder about you. Are you sure you're not into women."
I scoffed, "I'm into you."
He muttered as he walked past me, "That doesn't even answer my question."
I followed him into the kitchen. "I mean what else do you need if I'm only into you?"
"Hm," Rohan said as he dug into the fridge. "You got me on that one." He began pulling out foods that he could make.
We had little conversations as he cooked and as I helped him with the minute tasks.
About thirty minutes later, we were eating at his dinning room table. We were both worn out and famished.
While we ate, we were silent. The food was delicious and nutritious. I couldn't help but moan in satisfaction from the taste.
Then I looked over at Rohan who was eating much neater than me. I caught him peeking at me, but he quickly looked away. I didn't stop looking.
He was eating while shirtless. >_> I wonder if that'showhelookswhenheeats- STOP! Down, girl!
Rohan said knowingly, "You just thought something dirty, didn't you?"
"How?" I said in disbelief.
He answered, "Your face is so immature that it's easy to guess what you are thinking."
I pouted, "My face isn't immature."
He said, "Yes it is." Then he muttered, "It's almost unsettling." He asked, "You are over 18, right?"
I sighed, "Going on 19 next month."
He said, "The last thing I need is to get arrested for eating out a girl who looks 13!"
"Okay, now you are just exaggerating!"
He laughed, "See such an immature face."
I couldn't help but chuckle at his amusement. As I went to fold my arms over my chest to berate him, I knocked my tea on my shirt.
I was wearing a light shirt, and it was black tea. It was totally going to stain. But that wasn't the biggest problem. The tea was hot! I sucked in a breath and went, "Ow!"
Rohan jumped out of his chair and grabbed his napkin. He used the napkin to pat my shirt. Then he said, "We need to run some lukewarm water on you." He grabbed my hand. He basically dragged me to the bathroom into the shower. "Take your shirt off."
"Hunh?"
"For burns, it's best to take off your shirt."
I said, "Okay, but I can do it myself."
Something seemed to fall in place as he said, "Right. Sorry, just make sure to run lukewarm water on you. And don't put your shirt back on. It's best to wear a lose fitting one." He walk to the door. "Lukewarm-."
"I got it!" I said.
Then he left. I took off my shirt and turned on the water. The droplets stung a bit, but the burn wasn't that bad. The area just below my braline was just a bit tender.
I just let the water run on me. The water made the rest of my clothes soaked, but the little burn was beginning to feel better.
Rohan was totally overreacting... how sweet. He was worried about me. I probably gave his heart a run for his money from amount of times I made him worry today. It may had been twice, but that was reckless of me.
I heard the door open, and I took a quick glance at Rohan. "You know, it's not much of a burn." I lift the bra band a little to get the water on my stomach a little better.
Rohan walked in with a towel and some clothes. He asked, "Are you okay?" At the end of the question, his voice caught in his throat.
I turned to him to see what was wrong.
Rohan's face was as red as a beet. He was flustered. He quickly sat the things of the counter and stepped out. He slammed the door behind him without a second word.
I looked at myself to see how I could've gotten this reaction from him. My soaked shorts clung to my skin. He could see the outline of my underwear. The bra was thin and practically see through. I should've been embarrassed, but I was more amused. I don't think I've ever seen him react that way. This man literally touched every part of my body, but he couldn't handle this.
A laugh bubbled from my lips as I called, "Rohan! Are you okay?"
He said through the door, "I'll be right back. Make sure you stay in the water for up to 20 minutes." After that, I heard nothing for the rest of the 20 minutes.
Soon after, Rohan came in. This time he was dressed in one of his long shirts. He said, "It's been twenty minutes." He had some more clothes in his hands. It was a pair of pants.
I turned the water off and was met with a cool breeze. All that time in the water got me cold. At least, the little burn wasn't hurting.
He cleared his throat and said uppity, "If it's too wet, you might want to take the rest off."
I stepped out of the shower shivering a bit with my lack of clothes. I couldn't help but start to feel embarrassed. I said, "I can undress myself."
"Yeah," he said. "I just wanted to make sure your burn is okay."
The embarrassment turned into annoyance. I said, "It's fine. It's barely a burn. It's fine. It didn't leave a mark. See?" I lifted my bra a bit so he could get a good look at nothing.
Rohan inhaled sharply. "Okay..." He swallowed. "You can put it back down." He avert his eyes from me. "I will be at the office." He walked back out.
I dried off and put on the clothes he gave me. I took off the rest of my clothes before putting that on. I put on a shirt that would normally show Rohan's midriff, but it covered my stomach. I put on a pair of pants that was probably supposed to be skinny pants of some type.
I left the bathroom to go to the office. When I arrived, I found Rohan in his chair sketching away. He was sketching like his life depended on it. There was paper scattered around him.
I went to pick up one of the pages. I immediately began blushing in embarrassment. It was obviously me, but literally earlier when I was in the shower.
I put my hand on his shoulder and sighed, "What the heck, Rohan? Is this like your own version of jacking off?"
Rohan turned to me and gasped offensively, "Ame!"
I put my hands up in defense and said, "I'm just sayin. Every time you get in the mood, you just go off and draw."
Rohan said, "There may be some correlation, but it is very unlikely."
"Sure," I said doubtfully. I went over to Rohan and climbed onto his lap, and he just let me. I sat with my back against his chest.
He continued sketching.
It was kind of surreal watching him draw how he saw me. He spent the rest of our evening cuddling, and him asking if I was okay.
Guys, this story may not last much longer. But if you have anything you may want me to put in the story that's not out of my ability, please suggest away.