Drawn to You Chapter 8: A win and a date!?

From years of training you also had a fit physique, you were wearing a training bra under your tank top which was designed to hold you in but your breasts were still quite big so they more than stood out. Shoto had noticed that and was taking in the beautiful sight.

You coughed to get his attention and his eyes snapped up and met yours.

“Ready for round 2?” You asked coyly.

“Bring it.” he said with a smirk.

The next few rounds were a mix of heaven and hell for you. Hell, because you were having a damn hard time trying to focus on your form and not Shoto’s gorgeous body and heaven because you got to touch.. ok…whack, punch, hit, jab at his bare chest and abs to your heart’s content.

“Y/N.” Panted Shoto. “Shall we make a wager?”

“Ok?” You replied suspiciously. “What kind of wager?”

“Whoever wins the next round gets to ask the other to do something… with them.” He looked away blushing slightly.

Your face flushed red. “c-c-cool.” You stammered.

“What is this boy thinking?!”

“Ok let’s do this!” You shouted suddenly jumping forward towards Shoto. He stepped back swiftly and side stepped your initial moves.

“Sorry Y/N but I’m winning this round.” He playfully quipped.

Shoto has improved out of sight with his Wing Chun and his reaction time was just that split second quicker than yours. In a moments hesitation he had taken charge and immobilized you.

Defeated, you flopped to the floor. Shoto collapsed beside you in a panting mess.

“Ok… you win….” you managed to get out in between huffs. “What… will you… get… me to do… with… you?” You asked, your curiously well and truly piqued.

“Y/N I …” He paused, trying to quiet his breathing. “I have an important engagement to attend this weekend and I would be honored if..” he looked away, pink dusting his cheeks. “You would join me.”

You stared, mouth ajar. He looked back into your eyes, his eyes were almost pleading.

“Of course Shoto! I would LOVE to!” You shouted slightly too enthusiastic. “I mean.. yeah.. ok … cool.” You tried to play it down like it was no big deal but inside you were super excited.

“A night with Shoto.”

You couldn’t wait.

[Saturday]

“WAAAAIT!” You screamed as yet another dress came flying over the top the change room door.

Ochaco was in full ‘operation dress mode’ and was hurling dresses at you left right and center. You picked through her latest finds and pulled out a simple red dress…

Putting it on you turned to face the mirror. It was as if the dress was made for you. It was a floor length maxi with a sweetheart neckline, the fabric was form fitting but not too tight and hugged you in all the right places.
The perfect mix of modest and sexy. 2

You unlocked the change room door and stepped out, calling for Ochaco, who was on her way back to your stall with another armful of outfits. She peered over the top of the pile when she heard you call her name.

Her pile of clothes fell to the floor as did her jaw when she saw you. A few other shoppers nearby stopped what they were doing and stared at you in awestruck silence.

“Y/N! YOU LOOK FREAKING AMAZING!” Ochaco finally blurted out. Mouth still gaping open.

“Really?” You asked shyly. “I’m just not sure if-

“HES GOING TO PROPOSE TO YOU ON THE SPOT!.” Ochaco yelled cutting you off mid sentence.

You blushed.

“OPERATION SEXY HIS EYES OUT IS A SUCCESS!” Ochaco screamed enthusiastically.

You lunged forward and grabbed her mouth, shushing fiercely.
“I told you we’re not calling it that!” You hissed through gritted teeth, half laughing, half serious, glancing around at the shoppers who were still paying attention to your conversation.

“Ok fine, I’ll get it if you think it’s that good.” You were still keeping a low voice. Hand firmly planted over her mouth.

Since she couldn’t speak she just wiggled her eyebrows and mumbled into your hand. You didn’t want to know what she had said anyway. Chuckling, you let her go and went back to change, Ochaco still making flirtatious noises behind you. 8

[That night]

“6:50…” you glanced at your phone for the 20th time in the last 2 minutes. Shoto was due to pick you up at 7pm.

You were just putting the finishing touches to your hair when you heard the doorbell ring. Your heart nearly leapt out of your chest.

“Calm the funk down you idiot it’s not like a date or anything, it’s because he won the bet you guys made. Stop overthinking it!”

You could hear Shoto talking to your father who was more than happy when you had told him about what was happening tonight. 1

You calmed your nerves and headed for the stairs. “Breathe Y/N breathe and for goodness sake don’t fall down the stairs!”

As you slowly descended you could see Shoto and your father in the kitchen. Shoto was in black suit pants with an off white button up shirt on top. A brilliant red tie that matched the left side of his hair was smartly marking the front of his outfit. He looked amazing.

As you made your way across the lounge area your father saw you from the corner of his eye and turned to look at you. Shoto followed his gaze and froze.

His heterochromic eyes were laced with awe.
They were travelling every inch of you. You felt yourself blushing at the intense look in his eye and tried to say something to break the tension.

“I-I-is it ok?” You asked shyly avoiding eye contact and rubbing the back of your neck.

“Y/N you look stunning.” Shoto said. Eyes still locked on you.

“My beautiful girl.” Your father finally chimed in. He had tears in his eyes.

“Awww dad.” you said fighting tears.

You strode forward to give your dad a hug. Shoto still couldn’t take his eyes off you.

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