“so someone threw their panties at me today.”
shoto’s abrupt and blunt manner of speaking still catches you off guard once in a while, and you practically spit out the drink he’d ordered for you before picking you up all over the dashboard of his nice (and most importantly, spotless) car. keeping it in, you then turn to him to catch his eyes not even off the road, and you get the sense he’s neither angry nor confessing, but there’s something else he’d like to discuss.
“um… were they used?”
“no idea. i dodged.”
you chuckle, taking another draw of your iced beverage.
“insane reflexes from our very best hero, of course.”
this does crack a smile and a glance from him.
“it did get me thinking though…” he adds, gripping the wheel gently.
“about what?”
he looks at you again, eyes pensive for a moment then quickly turning back to the road, his voice softening low.
“i want to buy you lingerie.”
your eyes flutter quickly, then your face warms.
“that’s the first thing you thought of after that happens?!”
“yeah, because if i’m going to get panties thrown at me, i’d rather they be yours.”
