route_1065 | Want to be cloooooose

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Want to be cloooooose

Who: Hayate Ayasaki, Mitsuru Kirijo
Where: Olivine City!
When: 5/8, Noon!
Summary: Hayate invited Mitsuru out on a date for her birthday! Hopefully he will not ruin it horribly.
Rating: ... PG-13 at best for movie themed antics.
Log:

*It wasn't unusual for Hayate to be early for something... In fact he always tried to be early, which is why when he sent Mitsuru the text to show up at the movie theater at around noon, he fully intended to get there a good thirty minutes early!

... something he was regretting significantly at this point, considering he had been nervously pacing in front of the theater for the entirety of the time. Should he have dressed up nicer for this? Was tossing on his nicest coat on top of his uniform not enough?? What if she didn't like the movies playing? What if something came up and she's late?? What if she didn't show up at all?! There could totally be more important things for her to do on her birthday than go out with him, right??*

Ahhhh... Why does this all suddenly feel like I'm going to be willingly participating in a train wreck?

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... eh? I, um... I-I more meant someone that only knew us casually, not... Um... Like Asuka-san, Keiichi or Rika...

*blinking at her reaching for his hand as, he's still tapping his fingers nervously here.*

Do... Do you talk about me with other people...?

Mm. [a nod] I do. Several people have asked specifically about you, actually.

[... still reaching, but it's slow going]

--eh? Um... Co... Considering I haven't been assassinated or drilled for information, I... I'm going to assume none of those people want to end me.

*hand status: still nervous and oblivious*

Of course not. Why would you assume they would?

[CONTACT INITIATED]

A girl like you, talking about a guy like me and making it sound like you're fond of me or even outright saying we're dating... I... I wouldn't be surprised if someone else who had interest in you wanted to try to defeat me in a rage.

*blink. blink blink. ... fffff blushing more and looking a little unsure as to whether he should be holding her hand back or if she is just trying to place hers on his or....... ahhhh*

. . .

[she just shakes her head] Ah... I'd much rather they didn't. I am... allowed to make my own choices, correct?

[She seems content with placing her hand on his for now]

... eh? W-Well, yes, but... *kind of burying his face against his legs and just peeking over at her since just ahhhh this is embarrassing* Being that choice is still really hard to believe when I stop and think about it...

[a pause, before she asks, somewhat shyly herself]

Does it make you happy?

--eh?! *immediately lighting up in full, going wide eyed and frantically looking away* I, uh-- I-I'm still amazed this is even happening right now and-- I mean, I'm having a lot of fun, but-- I-I always have fun when I'm with you so that isn't really-- Er... N-Not fun I meant-- I ... I'm always happy when I'm with you like this! Wait, no, what I mean is... I... As long as you're happy, I'll be happy with whatever choices you make!

. . .

[w-why is that so cute] I'm... glad.

Uuuu... *burying his face against his legs in full this time* I'm glad that you're glad, but I feel like I said way too much...

Too much? I'm not sure there is such a thing, in this case.

*peeking over at her* Re... Really...?

[a nod] Truly.

*ffffff he's just... smiling. He can't even help iiiit* ... ehehe... I-I'm glad it wasn't embarrassing for you or anything...

[eeeee he is still very cute]

Not at all. And... even if it were, it would be-- ah. A good type of embarrassment, I think.

--eh? W-Well... *pulling back from his legs, before stretching them out in front of him with a quiet chuckle. Which may be making the whole hand on his hand thing look a tad odd* As long as I can just avoid being an embarrassment for you, I'll consider being your boyfriend a great triumph.

[j-just a bit, but she isn't moving her hand at all]

Mmm. I don't think I could be embarrassed to be seen with you if I tried.

[a pause]

I find myself rather happy when I'm with you, too. No matter what the circumstances.

*In that case she may find herself resting her hand on his as he places it on Sasaki's shell! ... unless the ensuing freak out makes him flail it away, which is entirely possible*

... eh? EH?! M-M-Mitsuru-san, th-that's... I, um... *yeah, there goes his hand as he takes them both up to wave about* I-I'm happy to hear you're happy with me too, b-but... There... there are definitely going to be times you'll be embarrassed with me! I-I mean... I-It's like walking around with the complete opposite side of the scale!

[-- whoops :( WELL SHE'LL TRY AGAIN WHEN HE STOPS FLAILING]

Ah--? So...?

... eh? S-So...? I... Um... *slowly lowering his hands as he slumps his shoulders* Y-Yeah... It... It's probably not something to worry about, huh? Ahahaha-!

No... I don't think it is.

As I said, I'm happy to be with you... no matter what the circumstances.

--ah, y-yeah... I... Mmm... S-Sorry. I... I shouldn't have thought you would be the type to be bothered by that kind of thing...

*what he's not saying here is "Yet what if everyone else looks at a poor and seedy looking guy like me walking around with a rich and beautiful girl like you and judges me endlessly and in excruciatingly painful detail??"*

[... Hayate ;w; SHE WOULD PUNT ANYONE WHO SAID SOMETHING LIKE THAT TO HER]

I have a sheltered upbringing, but... no. I wouldn't be bothered by things such as that.

*there is a rather awkward pause here for a few seconds, before he looks over to her with a small, genuine smile* You know... I might not have luck in many areas, but meeting you is definitely one of the few things I think I can consider lucky.

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