Stood Up?
You threw your phone on your bed with a huff, cursing yourself as tears pricked in your eyes. No, you weren't going to cry, you refused to let the tears slip. You'd been looking forward to this all week and now your plans were cancelled. Chrollo, ever busy with work and other commitments, had finally messaged you, offering to take you for dinner. Of course you'd accepted, he had been at the hideout the least and you were starting to miss the interesting conversations the two of you had over wine. You'd picked out a cute outfit, a red, tight fitting dress that accentuated your curves and hugged your hips gorgeously, and a black see through shawl that would drape over your shoulders. You were excited to see Chrollo's expression when he came to pick you up. You'd got showered and were just about to start applying your makeup when you'd recieve the text.
Boss: Y/N, I'm terribly sorry but something has come up. I'll have to take a rain check on dinner tonight.
Not even a call to apologise in his own voice. A simple text. That's That's you threw your phone down, your mood soured as you roughly wiped away your tears with the back of your hands. A knock at the door sounded, drawing your attention and you quickly sat up, wiping your face and sniffing to clear your throat of any signs of tears.
"Come in." You called, and the door opened, revealing Hisoka.
"I was wondering- What's wrong?" He cut himself off mid sentence upon gazing at your face, you tried to brush him off.
"What? Nothing... What's up?" You asked and he raised a slim brow, arms folded across his chest.
"You're a terrible liar. Spill it." He stepped into your room, closing the door behind him.
"It's stupid, really..." You tried but he refused to let up. You sighed.
"I just... I was meant to go out to dinner tonight with Chrollo and he's just texted me and cancelled. Something about work. See? It's stupid." You mumbled as he moved to sit beside you.
"Tsk, asshole." He tutted, moving to wrap an arm around you.
"What are you doing now then?" He asked and you shrugged.
"Nothing I guess." You sighed, sitting up when Hisoka's phone began to buzz with an incoming call. He sat up, pulling his phone from his pocket to see the user ID.
"Hello- Yes..." You could faintly hear Illumi's voice on the other end of the line. You looked down, fidgeting with your hands.
"Listen, Illumi, we have three more days before the deadline yes? So, let's just do it a different day, something else has come up that is more important."
A pause. Hisoma scrunched hi face into a scowl.
"No, I can't reschedule the other thing instead. It requires my immediate attention."
Another pause as Illumi spoke.
"I assure you it is a very important matter. Yes, yes, we will get it done tomorrow. Goodnight." He cut the call off and you looked at him.
"That sounded important." You murmured.
"Not as important as you being upset." He hummed, moving to stand and pulling you with him.
"Where are we going?" You asked with a frown as he led you down the hall.
"To my room." He said simply, as if that was going to answer all your questions.
He opened the room to his door and you were greeted with the smell of roses and bubblegum once more, exactly how he smelled. You felt yourself relax as he led you to the bed, laying down and pulling you beside him. He tucked you under his arm, resting his hand on your waist as your head rested against his chest. He moved to turn the TV on, placing a random movie on screen before throwing the remote down and using his clawed fingers to stroke through your hair.
You sighed softly, cuddling into his warmth as you breathed in his scent, causing goosebumps to run across your skin.
"Thank you." You whispered quietly and Hisoka only hummed in response, still preoccupied with playing with your hair. Your hand came up to clutch his shirt, his other hand moving to encase your own with his, squeezing softly.
"He's a fool for cancelling on you. If it were me, I'd run to the ends of the earth to make it to dinner with you." He confessed casually and your cheeks grew hot. You said nothing in response, simply cuddling closer to him and burying your face in the crook of his neck.