The night was cold. As cold as the dark, moonlit sky above. Sachi spoke, and Kai listened. And the bristling winds of air ran through both their bodies as he walked through the crowds, hands tucked into his pockets, for the moment. He was smiling- At first, anyways.
The idea that she enjoyed their date truly made him happy- A warm feeling in his soul that kept him going. But as her conversation progressed, and her words twisted, it became harder and harder to hold that smile. Because he began to realize he was sitting in a lie himself.
"I... See." He responded to her belief in his misconception, nodding a few times slowly. Well, that was rather painful, but that was okay. It was just a misunderstanding. He clearly just hadn't been honest with her, and it was his fault, and he was okay with that. He could fix that- He could, do something about that.
But as the cold truly ran in, and the streets began to get a bit thinner, leaving but the two of them out in it, his heart felt ice run through its veins as she explained how she saw the relationship. But more so then that... It froze when she said she didn't see him in a romantic light.
It shouldn't have hurt him like it did, and he really wasn't sure why it did in the first place. He felt like puking, in truth- All of his dinner would be gone and he'd be sitting there looking like a fool. His guts were twisted, his mind, swirling with different emotions. Had he done something wrong? Had he hurt her? Was he not enough? Was he not doing something right?
The answer of course was likely none of these things- But even still, it was a rug pull. Not that Sachi meant to rug pull him, she was understanding about all of this and if anything was letting him down rather easily- But the passion of his clan, mixed with his own feelings, left him starting to frown. As she looked him in the eyes, scanning his face, well.
He was still smiling, but he was hurting. That was the sad truth of things- With something like this, it didn't matter how gently you let someone off the hook, they were still going to be in a lot of pain. It was a stab in the gut, even if it a gentle one, and that still hurt like the dickins.
His hands released from his pockets, his body as cold as the surrounding air, as he felt himself... Regressing. She reached out for his hand, speaking of a proposal. His eyes continued to stare at her, but he no longer feigned a smile- It was an odd choice for her to make, to say what she had and then follow it up with such a request- But it was likely unintentional on her part, to be painful.
She asked him to go out with her. His hands were notably cold, for the moment, and the twist in emotions was almost enough to shatter the psyche he was already struggling to hold onto. It was a knife stab, and then she yoinked it out and tried to bandage it.
A twist, as his hands lightly intertwined with hers, as she asked if he would be her boyfriend. Not just a few dates. Not just testing the waters, so it seemed. But dating, boyfriend and girlfriend, in the way she saw it. He honestly wasn't sure what to say. He was still in a bit of shock, but he pulled himself together, closing his eyes as he risked activating his Sharingan from the state of his intense emotions. He wouldn't show that. And he certainly would try not to cry.
He opened his eyes again, after thirty agonizing seconds, having said nothing so far outside of the relatively quiet "Uhuh" and "I see..."s he'd sprinkled to show he recognized what she was saying.
"Um..." He pulled the frog out of his throat and spoke up, realizing that, as a man, it was extremely inpolite for him to leave a girl waiting.
"I'm sorry- Ah... Yes. Yes, I'd love to- I mean- I'll go out with you- But... What are the conditions?" There was more to this story then met the eye, so he thought. Surely she wasn't just going to drop a bombshell that she didn't see him as a romantic partner...
Then immediately ask him to be her romantic partner, right? A crushing weight bore on his shoulders, but he bravely faced the storm, and the look on his face said whatever words she spoke next, he could take it. He was hurt a bit, obviously, but anyone would be. If he wasn't hurt, it'd show more about how little he cared about her, the pain was what made this so real.
And with that, he stopped, baited breath, waiting for her conditions, be they positive or negative, his heart barely beating as she had him on a cliffhanger.
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