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Tatara Totsuka was a young 16 year old teen who tends to hang around those she shouldn’t. 20 year olds who like to party, drink and have had fake ids at her age and had given her one so she could join them on their little endeavors.
Including trips to the bar.
Mikoto Suoh is a tired man in his early 30s. A bodyguard that’s been damn good at his job for years, just casually sitting and drinking at the bar after yet another day of work.
Until a pretty little thing comes to sit right beside him. Quite literally in the seat right next to his in a calm and quiet bar with plenty of seats to go around.
Normally, it takes one look from Mikoto and the person hitting on him scampers away. But she just sits there and looks up at him with those big brown innocent eyes – at least she looked innocent. There’s silence between them as their drinks in front of them sat on the counter. Damn, not even the death glare worked. She didn’t even flinch, just smiled.
Well, shit. Alright then, he’ll take the bite. Just as he was about to open his mouth, she squirms in her seat all shyly before speaking up first.
“So, um,” she starts, her voice higher-pitched than he was anticipating. She almost sounded like a kid; kinda looked like one too. “You, uh, you come here often?”
Mikoto raises an eyebrow at her attempts of flirting. “Uh, yea.” His voice is deep and raspy and oh fuck does it send a shiver down her spine.
Men are definitely a far cry from the high school boys she’s so used to going to class with. She giggles and looks down at her drink, feeling her face turn hot from how she found the guy already so hot. “Th-that’s cool.” She stammers and mentally kicks herself for it. Now this totally hot man’s interest is totally gonna be lost and she hadn’t even learned his name!
“Your name.”
“Eh?” Totsuka perks her head up at the two words, her eyes wide in surprise.
“Give me your name, princess.” He drawls, placing his hand on the back of her seat and leans in to her space, his gaze intense and burning into hers.
Totsuka gulps and presses her lips together. “Totsuka,” she squeaks out. “Tatara Totsuka.”
“Well, Tatara Totsuka.” Mikoto repeats her name in a lower tone, leaning even further closer, his face inches from hers. “What’s someone like you doing in a place like this?”
It takes a moment for her to speak, her heart having jumped up to her throat from their proximity. “Well,” Totsuka fights the feeling of her voice wanting to shake. “I kinda wanted to try and get to know people.”
The man huffs through his nose as if finding her naivety cute but keeps a nonchalant expression. “Yea, you’ll get to know people alright.”
His fingers thread through her hair, twirling it around as his gaze intensifies. As if he’s a predator sizing up his prey. His other hand settles on her inner thigh, pressing in close enough to kiss her. “If I were anyone else, I’d have drugged you up and dragged you right out of here.”
His words pull her out of her daze and she blinks. “...Eh-?”
“A bar isn’t for an innocent little girl all by herself.” He pulls back, sliding his hands off before getting off his chair and throwing a few bills on the bar.
She huffs and puffs, “I am not little-!” She gets out of her seat as well and stomps up to him and he finds her pout adorable. “I-I’m not little! Besides, my friends are bar hopping around here, so…”
“And they thought it was a good idea to leave you alone. Some friends they are.”
“Well, at least I met a good guy like you, right?”
“You met the worst kind of guy, princess.” He pulls a cigarette out of his pocket, lighting it as they stepped outside.
Totsuka tilts her head in curiosity. “Uh-huh. And what’s the name of Mr.Worst-Kind-of-guy?”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Pleeaasse!” She wraps both her arms around one of his and whines. “Pretty please with a cherry on top? Please, please, please, plea-”
“Fuckin—” Mikoto scowls before grabbing her face roughly to shut her up. “Fuckin’ brat – fine. It’s Mikoto.”
“Mikoto…” She calms down and grins as he lets go of her face. “Nice name for my savior~”
“I’m not—” he sighs. “Go to your friends.”
“Uh… okay.” She slowly pulls away from him and looks around, looking from one bar to the next, clearly unsure of where they went now. His eye twitches.
Some fucking friends they are. Nothing more than a bunch of fucking assholes, leaving a naive pretty girl like her alone. Too many instances for too many trafficking victims around here.
“Which way is your house?”
“Oh, it’s…” She points and he places his hand on her back.
“Let’s go.”
“Huh?”
“You got some fuckin’ choice of friends.” She blinks as she processes the situation and his intent before she smiles.
“You know, for someone who doesn’t think he’s a good guy, I think walking me home is pretty noble.” She says with a smirk.
“...Stop talking.”
“Well, this is me.” She says eventually, stopping in front of a random house that looked pretty trashy. As he examined the house and its surroundings to analyze for any danger, Totsuka turns to him. “Mm… My d-” She quickly cuts herself off from saying dad. “...Roommates aren’t home if you wanted to come inside. I know it’s kinda dark out, so…”
“I can take care of myself, princess. Go to bed.”
“Oh, okay.” Totsuka pouts at him declining her offer and pulls out her house key. “Well, goodnight, Mikoto.” She says softly, looking back at him with that pretty little smile. “Get home safe okay? Thank you for walking me home.”
He nods his response, no further words needed between them before he watches her step inside, listening for a click of the door and making sure the woman was safe before he’d start walking in the direction of his own home.
Little did he know the little minx was going to plague him for days to come.