Let Me In!!!!! [Chase/Minori]
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Routine.
The most efficient thing to getting the man consistently back into his normal mindset was always to throw himself into his daily routine. He did the same thing, the same motions and actions, for perhaps no reason more than to simply keep his mind busy of anything else. Though the only time that this tactic had ever not worked that well, was on his days off.
On his days off the man never had anything he did concrete every time, thus no consistent schedule to follow. Though with the particularly difficult work schedule this week, staying late on many of the nights he spent at the bar, he was exhausted. Not to mention the … events that happened the weekend prior.
When Chase had returned back to his home after that long and exhausting trip, both Yolanda and Maya had visited his home with prepped thanks of him taking on the cooking competition. Yolanda conveniently better. Chase had snapped, his amethyst eyes still dark with the confusing whirlwind of emotions he was going through, and he hadn’t been quite as polite as one should be to their boss and their boss’ granddaughter.
Though if anyone knew anything about Maya, it’s that she doesn’t really know how to read anyone’s feelings. She had been bugging him all week. Even when the man attempted to return to work unphased, as if nothing had happened. The plucky young girl visited him constantly, almost convinced by his outward show of emotions that he was sick. And she had somehow convinced herself that she would be able to cure him.
That being said, with the added extras of everything possibly going on, Chase was exhausted. He’d gotten dressed and already been out for the morning, but when he returned home with not much to do but sit with his own thoughts, he decided to sleep it off instead. He had collapsed onto the couch without much of a second thought at the time, and quite quickly had knocked out into a deep sleep.
That sleep, not being disturbed, until the knock at the door came.
The man groaned at first in response, attempting to ignore it and go back to the blissful ignorance that was his sleep. However, when it continued, he groaned again, realizing that he perhaps wouldn’t be able to simply ignore the problem.
Then, suddenly, he heard the window next to his door open, prepared to hear the shrill squeal and call of his name from that bane of his existence annoyance. So, instead he decided to beat her too the punch.
“Maya,” The voice that tried to be pleasant, came out with almost a growl. “For the love of the Goddess, what on earth do you think you’re—”
Chase had sat up from his position on the couch, brushing a hair through his strawberry blond hair, before taking notice of the brunette that was attempting to get herself through his window instead.
His eyebrow cocked.
“Minori?” His voice spoke with a sense of absolute confusion. “What— What the hell are you doing?”
Despite their last encounter together, and the way he had left the mood between them, here she was again. Damn this girl was like a boomarang. One of many in his life apparently. “Stop,” He said in a surprisingly soft tone, though still sharp, rising from his position on the couch to meet her at the window. His hand rested on her shoulder, as a way to cease any wiggling forward she could try in order to shimmy her way through the window. Instead, he lifted the pane of the window higher, giving her more room.
With his right hand, he unlocked the deadbolt on the door and opened it, sighing quite openly (and exhaustedly) before returning to his spot back on the coach. “At least use the door.”
Another long sigh, before he looked to her with a tilt of his head and his arms crossed over his chest. “Did you see me leave your house with your bra? Why do you think I’d have it here?” His brow furrowed, debating on how to adjust his tone going forward. There was a part of him that felt guilt after their last encounter, a part of him that couldn’t let him be so aggressively rude to her. “Is that what you’re here for? Well I don’t have it.”
Minori stared back at Chase, a huff coming out as she tried to pull herself into his clean house. “I’m clearly here for a reason! To see you! Find my bra!” She grunted as she tried to move her leg to the window, kicking the side of the tiny house with her heels. “But not just my bra! And I brought you vegetables and spices that I bought from Reagar or grew at my farm and-” Another grunt as she tried to bring her leg back around to help pull herself in. Why did she have to wear such a tight skirt?! Why? “Cause I know you’re mad so I wanted you not to be mad at me anymore!”
Okay, maybe she shouldn’t have listened to that part of her brain.
This, in hindsight, was incredibly illogical.
Yet, she could have gone on and on and on. Complaining about everything, every little thing, all the small things that had gone wrong since they last saw each other. Really, nothing had gone wrong. But when Chase asked her to stop, so soft. In a tone that she had never heard him speak in before, soft like the early morning sun without the warmth. His hands, reaching onto her, only made Minori look at him with big, hazel eyes full of confusion.
Why was he being so nice after he left her in her bedroom, in only a robe and a cat who whined for more pets from the orange haired chef minutes after he left, after a not so bad, one night stand?
Why did she care that he touched her so gently? Why did she care that Chase spoke to her in such a soft tone?
“Your door was locked and you never answered.” She quietly complained with a small pout on her face. The small frown would look cute to anyone who probably hadn’t slept with her days before, with her brows furrowed into a tiny angry look. “I just put my basket by your door cause I thought.... okay, I didn’t think a lot. I just thought you maybe had found my bra somewhere and maybe you had it and didn’t want to give it back.” She half lied. Great, two lies in one day Mimi. Two, bad lies no one would completely believe.
There was a long silence as the brunette stared into amethyst eyes, unblinking and unmoving. Silently, staring at the man who just minutes ago she was screaming at for her missing bra, that seconds ago she was talking to. She looked behind her, noticing how far off she was from the ground, finally putting two and two together on how to get out of this sticky situation.
“Chase, I don’t want you to scream at me like you did when you left my house but I’m stuck and I need you help? Please? Pretty please?” Minori turned her small pout into a puppy dog look; pleading, nearly begging for the chef to help her. “I’m wearing a skirt and heels and this is not a good combo for getting down from a window!”
