Y/N's POV: Home
I step into my house and kick off my shoes, feeling immediate relief as my feet were finally free from their restraints. I quickly make my way to the bedroom and swing open the bathroom door, hopping into the shower.
I dry myself off and swing open the bathroom door, flinging open my closet door. There hang a billion dresses I barely touched. I really only wear these things to awards/ceremonies for heroes and stuff like that. Not to dinner.
What should I wear? This balck long body-con dress? Or is that too weird? Maybe the mid length blue sheath dress? Or is that too lax? I don't know anymore. Why is dinner so stressful?? Not like he's gonna pay attention to me—like that.
After a good minute of debating which was too formal and which was too lax, I finally settled on a blue bardot fold dress that had an exceptional split, and was perfect length when wearing heels.
Good thing I didn't have a wide variety of dresses, or I'd really be here for a while. I only wear plain colors like black, navy, velvet, and dark/royal blue, because they go with almost every occasion. A green and white one, but those are out of the question. I don't even remember wearing those.
After throwing on a dress I put on natural make up like usual and let my hair down, giving it a thorough combing before snatching one last look at myself in the closet mirror and putting on my shoes. It was a pretty successful fit.
8:03
"Sigh...I only took 20 minutes total to get dressed. Thank god I wasn't as indecisive as usual tonight," I sit on the little cushioned bench in the hallway, texting Enji.
Enji's POV: Home
I get home and toss my keys on top of the hallway table before propping the tip of my shoes against the back of the other shoe, taking it off and making my way to the bedroom.
I open the closet door and stare at my many variety of suits. To tuxedos, to semi-formal, to regular everyday suits. I take tuxedos out to the equation because—who the hell wears a tux to eat?
Should I wear my go-too black suit or navy one? Black seems to formal-ish. But black could go with anything she would wear. Wait. Am I worrying about matching with Y/N? No, just pick something and go with it.
I overthink everything for a good 5 minutes before finally deciding to take a quick shower before anything else. I hurriedly jump out the shower and back in front of the all too familiar closet. Back to square one.
I quickly snatch the navy suit from the closet, sliding the door closed before I had a chance to take it back. I dry off my hair and put on the suit, still wondering what Y/N's going to be wearing.
Why am I so interested in what she's wearing?
I brush the thought out of my head and make my way towards the front door, putting on my shoes before unlocking the door and getting into the car.
7:59
"17 minutes to get ready...that was longer than usual. I hope she's not waiting on me," I mutter the last part before starting the car, making my way towards Y/N's house.
Thank god she's still in the house. That means she's still getting ready—or is she waiting on me? Did she forget she has my number—argh stop overthinking it Enji. She's fine.
Ring Ring~
I pick up my phone and see Y/N's name pop up on the screen. I'm ready now. It's officially confirmed: she wasn't waiting on me. I don't know why, but I feel so relieved.
Okay. I'm parked in front of your house.
I hear her front door open, I spring my head upwards to see her smile at me. I couldn't help but let my lips curl upwards when I see Y/N walking out with a navy colored dress. Seems my gut instinct saved me from a disaster of mismatched clothes.
I get out the car and open the passenger side, greeted by Y/N's signature closed-eye smile and a silent thank you. I close her door and get in the driver's side. "You didn't have to drive me to the restaurant, Enji."
Y/N's POV: Car Ride
Enji returns his gaze at the car when he takes it off park, and makes his way to the exit gate. "Well it's not fully my treat if I'm having you drive to the restaurant, is it?"
I chuckle at his counter, staring at Enji, who doesn't notice it. "Well thank you for driving me and treating me to dinner, Enji."
"No problem. I did say I'd treat you to dinner anytime," Enji says, not taking his eyes off the road. "You look good in that dress."
My face goes pink from the compliment. Why is my stomach so all over the place? "Oh—thanks. You look good, too, Enji."
Ring Ring~
I snap out of my train of thoughts, silently thanking god that there's a distraction waiting for me on the other line. I check it, but it's blank. "It's your phone Enji."
"Do you mind if I take this?" Enji says, struggling to connect the phone to his ear piece.
"You don't have to ask—but yes, go ahead," I quickly add, not wanting to drag on my answer.
Enji mouths 'thank you' before answering the call. "Hello? Yes, this is—what? Wait, say that again...No, I'm busy right now...another time..."
I shiver at the sudden change of voice. It was as if he were in the presence of the media, because his cold, serious voice was back in action.
I guess seeing the nice side of Enji for so long I forgot he had this side in him still. I steal a quick glance at Enji, a rush of warmth overcoming my body.
We match outfits—thank you god. I was scared it would be a total fail. Enji kinda looks good in that navy suit. It makes him look so...what am I saying?
I whip my head to face the road unfolding in front of me, forcing myself to focus on the busy streets, seeing many couples roaming the street.
"Okay...bye," Enji growls as soon as the phone call ends, sending another shiver down my spine.
He sounds so hot when he does that. Wait—no. This is so wrong. He's my boss. I can't be having these thoughts of him. But, he's so sexy when he's mad...
I must've been completely off into space, because when I finally catch Enji's voice, it sounds as if he repeated himself way too many times. "Oh—yes?"
"Are you alright Y/N? You seemed...distracted," Enji said, a worried expression plastered on his face.
Great. Now he thinks my head is always in the clouds. Not a very great first impression out of work.
I try to play it off by flapping my hand dismissively, my face burning up. "I'm fine, just in over my thoughts a little too much sometimes."
"I know what that's like," Enji gives a chuckle. Definitely didn't do that earlier.
After a good conversation about random things that turned into our common hobbies, the car pulls up into a parking lot. "We're here already?"
"Yep," Enji gets out of the car and opens the passenger side. "Here you go."
"Thank you," I smile at Enji and get out of the car, walking towards the restaurant together.
"No problem. Let's get to dinner, shall we?" Enji says, holding out his arm.
I intertwine my arm in his, placing my free hand on his arm. "We shall," I smile at him and walk towards the restaurant.
I marble over the well dressed people and the beautiful shops and restaurants all over the city. It seems that this city really is the boujee side of Japan.
"You see something you like?" Enji asks, looking down to see my distracted eyes.
"Everything here looks so...beautiful. I wonder how often pro heroes come here," I said, turning my head to make sure I don't miss any shops.
Enji chuckles, making me snap out of my trance. "If you see something you want to try, we can go another time—if you want."
"Really..?! Thanks Enji!" I said, feeling my heart do somersaults.
"Anything for you," I freeze when the words leave his mouth, both of our faces slowly turning pink. Enji whips his head forward, trying to control his flushed cheeks. "I—I mean, anything for you because you're..."
I laugh when I see him struggle to find words, his face sweating. "I get what you mean Enji, don't worry."