#he is laughing all the way to twitter and to Kota’s apartment

[tuungaq]

I just know that Nak is having the time of his life rn hanging out with his besties and watching us have a collective meltdown

[nahmooste]

i don’t believe in magic, usually

pairing: Kenny Omega/Female OC warnings: none. two part update, part 2 is smut, this is not a/n: inspired by a lot of things, but mostly how adorable Kenny is. mostly. anyways, if you guys have any sentence prompts for NJPW ppl, i’ll write it, promise. 

“Teri?”

She doesn’t look up at first, too consumed with finishing her set of squats. She’s only just hit 170lbs across the back, the most she’s ever done, and she’ll be damned if she lets some weirdo ruin her training. She isn’t completely alone here, either— one of her training partners is over on the dumbbells, which means if she needs back up… he’s right there.

But the person she turns to isn’t a fan. He looks… eerily familiar.

“Teri Arakawa?” It’s said more as a question now, and slowly she begins to recognise who stands in front of her. Curly hair mismatched in colour, some tendrils pale blonde, others dark grey, and eyes so blue they put her nerves on edge.

“I’m sorry, I know your face, but…” she hesitates and wipes some sweat from her brow. “Your name escapes me.”

“It’s okay, we barely know each other. I don’t think I even introduced myself when we met.” The man smiles and holds out his hand. “Kenny Omega.”

She balks. Oh. “You held a seminar at one of the Stardom dojos… fuck. Sorry. I’m scatter brained a bit, don’t even remember my own birthday. I was only there for an hour, I think? I remember having to leave to catch my flight back home and that’s about it.”

He laughs at her and nods his head, curls bobbing. ��That’s okay. Y’know, it’s not that often that someone in the wrestling business doesn’t remember my name… not that I’m bragging, but—“

“Oh, no, I know your name. All that six star hype, mind you I haven’t actually watched the match yet.” Teri smirks at his red cheeks. “I don’t really spend that much time on the internet? I don’t have a twitter, either. PR is hassling me to get one but I can’t really imagine a time where I open my phone and want to know everyone’s opinion. Between wrestling and promoting and eating and training and sleeping, I don’t really have that much free time.”

“I must sound a bit arrogant, huh?” Kenny shakes his head again and smiles. He gestures over his shoulder at the man she’s here with. “He’s not stopped glaring at me since I’ve come over here. Boyfriend?”

Teri snorts and glances towards Katsuhiko Nakajima, who has been no doubt staring at the exchange the entire time. “Nakajima? No. He’s my cousin’s boyfriend. I mean he’s cute but… not really my type.”

Kenny’s eyes flash at the statement and his grin deepens, and now she knows why he’s talking to her, and her grin grows a little as well. He’s a very attractive man, and Teri would be lying if she didn’t admit there was a magnetism towards the Canadian that was attractive. Because he was very, very good looking.

“What is your type?”

She wants to say it’s him, push the envelope a bit, tease him, because she’s never been afraid of a little rejection— but something tells her to bite it back a touch. “I guess you can find out if you take me to dinner.”

The look on Kenny’s face says everything she needs to know. “How about I’ll give you my number and then we can organise something? I’m a busy man, Teri-chan, unfortunately I actually need to keep a schedule and diary.”

Teri chuckles, because she knows exactly what he means. She grabs her phone and hands it to him, smiling harder when she watches him fumble to get his name in. Kenny may be outwardly confident, but by the looks of it, he’s just as clumsy. Which, Teri admits, is pretty cute. Like him. And the curls. She really likes the curls.

“Call me.”

And she does. After she’s convinced Nakajima that he should not, in fact, kick Kenny’s face off his head, she showers and grabs her stuff, makes her way back to her small yet spacious apartment in Aichi Prefecture. She stares at her calendar as they talk about days they have off, and she’s content with waiting a week until they can get to know each other a bit better. After all, Teri has some homework to do— matches to watch, interviews to read… she doesn’t want to be caught off guard again.

~

Turns out that Teri has absolutely no idea what to wear on a casual date— she doesn’t know how to do her hair or her make up, and kind of gets lost in YouTube videos and Spotify songs. And instead of being prepared, she’s running late— completely not what she’d intended to do.

Kenny doesn’t seem to mind. He’s seen her sweaty and red faced before and tells her that even like that, she’s beautiful. He smiles at her blush and yaps in pain when she punches him.

Teri can tell that he’s not unimpressed by her appearance, though. She’s dressed in skinny jeans and a khaki jacket rests easy over a pink knit jumper, suede boots pushing her a little taller than her actual height. He’s not the tallest man, but he’s still taller than her. Just as she likes it, really. In turn, Kenny is dressed nicely in faded jeans and a black shirt, same coloured blazer pulled across his shoulders.

“So, I figured before I went on this date with you that I should do some homework,” Teri tells him, eyes glinting mischievously as she sips at some wine. “Your match with Okada… it’s good.”

“Good?” He laughs. His attention is on her completely as he leans across the table, chin resting on his hands. “Good, but not great. I see, I see. What would you do differently?”

“Win.”

Kenny’s smirk matches her own. ”Remind me to come see you next time I need some genuine advice.”

“Yes, sir.”

He eyes her a bit before taking a sip of his own water, grin pushing at the corners of his mouth. “Sir,” he mimics. “Never thought I’d hear that one, I’ll admit.”

But Teri’s feeling a bit cheeky. “I say it more tongue in cheek than anything else, y’know. If you want me to call you daddy, though…that’s another story.”

Kenny splutters over his laugh, chuckling and trying to reply to her for a while before he actually does. “I’ll, uh. I’ll keep that in mind.”

The waiter comes around shortly after that, and Teri orders herself another glass of red wine and a pasta dish, smiling when Kenny orders the most Asian thing on the menu. Typical. As they wait for their dinner to come out, Teri quizzes Kenny on everything she possibly can— from his borderline obsession with Japan to working for NJPW to what Canada is like.. absolutely anything that jumps to her mind. She doesn’t have a filter drunk or sober.

By the time their meal is finished and Teri is on her third glass of red, her cheeks are tinged pink. “Are you really going to sit there and not ask me?”

“Ask you what?” Kenny looks caught off-guard, but she can tell that there’s been something on his mind.

“That question you’ve been dying to ask me. The entire night.”

He blushes a bit. His eyes drop to the table and then he glances up at her again. “You haven’t asked. I’m curious… does it bother you?”

It takes Teri a moment for her mind to wrap around what he’s saying to her, and when it does, the penny drops— she’s got it wrong. He hasn’t been waiting to ask her something, he’s been waiting for her to ask something. He’s been preparing himself to answer a question she’s not interested in asking.

“You mean you and Kota Ibushi?” He kinda flinches at the name, but nods his head and doesn’t meet her eyes. Teri sighs, raises a shoulder indifferently. “I don’t particularly care. I mean, who wouldn’t go there? He’s a babe. You’re a babe. I get it. But I don’t really care about your past— not yet, anyway. Maybe one day I’ll ask, but not today. Not yet. Plus… I’m enjoying myself and your company too much, no need to ruin it.”

His grin is genuinely the warmest thing she’s seen all night. Kenny Omega… what a man, indeed. The perfect mix of boyish charm and mystique, gorgeous curls and eyes that have her melting under his gaze more than a few times.

Apparently, her gaze has the same effect on him.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.”

Teri smirks at him and finishes the rest of her wine. “I mean… I am flirting with you. But seduce you? Trust me, you’d know.”

“Would I, though?” Kenny raises an eyebrow, leans across the table towards her. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but I feel like you’re the kind of person who flirts with everyone they speak to.”

“Oh, so I’m the same as you, then?”

There’s a moment of silence while Kenny just stares at her. “Touché.”

And, because Teri is feeling bold all sorts of temptation, she slips one of the boots off of her foot. Leans across the table, folds her hands and places her chin on top of them, staring so intently at Kenny his cheeks go pink. And as she drags her foot up the inside of his leg, the flush crawls down his neck. “Teri…” he warns, and then his eyes slide shut.

“Yes?”

He doesn’t reply straight away, instead takes a deep breath and then opens his eyes. “Should we leave?”

“Thought you’d never ask.”