Blind-Date | Fem/Bōsōzoku!AU
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There was a first time for anything, right? And it surely was a first time for her today.
Yuuto was not the type of girl to settle for a blind date, really. But sometimes, the danger that would unfold from such a meeting was certainly thrilling. All she knew, was that the man’s name was Miya (or at least that’s what he used to introduce himself to her), and that he’d be hard not to be spotted thanks to his red hair. “Red hair, huh...” She mumbled as she sat in the bar at the far corner, rolling the glass of water in her hands in a manner to have the ice cubes clink against the glass rhythmically. Honestly, usually redheads weren’t entirely her type -- but the rest sounded pretty neat.
He loved motorcycles, he loved dogs, he always seemed to be rather light-hearted and funny -- he may want to improve his flirting, but boys will be boys...
While she looked at her wristwatch, it was evident that the man had been late. Either that, or he stood her up. Hopefully not the latter! Surely, Shinkai would just move along and meet other people, she wasn’t attached to him (yet), for they hadn’t seen each other before. But it would be quite sad to not have any reason behind the man’s change in plans. The last thing he could’ve done was to tell her that she either wasn’t his type or that he was stuck in traffic, anything, really. She was the most patient and understanding (aside from her bratty attitude), so Yuuto saw no reason why the man was not approaching her through texts.
Therefore, she looked at her phone and checked his status on LINE, wondering if she hadn’t received his messages due to poor signal in the bar, but to no avail. Everything seemed in order.
That’s when she also checked if she had named him what she was wearing so he could identify her -- and she did mention her pastel yellow dress and the small headband she tied into her hair with black and yellow stripes. Even though she hated to seem desperate, she also wanted to be polite: therefore she was typing up a message to him, asking if he was okay or if something intervened on his way there.










