Atsumu was in awe as he entered the coffee shop. It was nothing grand nor classy but it screams serenity and privacy, just like how he sees Sakusa the first time.
Despite its dark-colored interior, the indoor plants and furniture used to make you feel welcome. It's a kind of coffee shop that you would go back to for that peace and lets you forget the chaos outside.
Sakusa glanced at Atsumu who was still looking around as if it was the first he saw a coffee shop. That made Sakusa stifle a laugh that caught Atsumu's attention already. "What? First time of seeing a coffee shop?" Sakusa asked. Atsumu rolled his eyes but smiled. "First time to see the coffee shop that I would frequent to visit soon."
Sakusa just hummed in response with a small smile on his face under his face mask. He takes pride in his coffee shop and his coffee itself so hearing Atsumu saying he likes his shop indirectly, it couldn't be helped if he felt giddy, to say the least.
"Sit wherever you want, piss blonde," Sakusa said as he went inside the staff's room to put on some apron. Atsumu just hummed in response as he stood in front of the counter, waiting for the black-haired male to come out.
"I told you to sit down," Sakusa said with a frown as he tied his apron. "And I want to stand here and watch you make coffee," Atsumu said.
"Is this the first time you'll see someone make a coffee for you?" Sakusa asked as he turned his coffee machine on.
"It's the first time I'll see you make coffee for me." Atsumu said. "You haven't known me that long, of course there would be many 'first time' for you." Sakusa retorted back.
"Touche. Maybe if you haven't used my 'soulmate' thing as an excuse the first time we met, maybe we're already dating now." Atsumu said with a suggestive tone.
Sakusa didn't know if he felt flustered for being caught on making excuses for giving out his number or for Atsumu being confident that they'll be dating.
"Save your maybe's to your dreams, piss blonde." Sakusa grumbled. Good thing he was wearing a face mask and Atsumu could not see how flushed the piss blonde made him.
"They say we should turn dreams to realities right?" Atsumu asked with a cheeky smile before leaning down on the counter, elbows propped up as his face rested on his hands.
Sakusa just rolled his eyes as he turned away, too embarrassed to face Atsumu and his unwavering confidence. He started to prepare some of his shop's mugs after turning his coffeemaker on.
"What coffee do you like?" Sakusa asked. Atsumu just shrugged. "Don't really like drinking coffee but give me anything that ya could recommend me Omi-Omi," Atsumu said. Sakusa scrunched up his nose in disgust.
"Hey don't blame me, coffee tastes so bitter for me," Atsumu said.
"Then why did you want to go here?" Sakusa deadpanned.
"Hmmmm.... I just want to see you doing something ya like?" Atsumu said.
"How could you say this is what I like?" Sakusa asked.
"I could see just feel coffee's something dear to you. And champagne." Atsumu teased.
"Champagne just happened to be the drink available in wedding receptions." Sakusa frowned as he prepared the beans.
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𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 | sakuatsu short fic
FanfictionSakusa Kiyoomi sat alone on table 17 as people started gathering at the dance floor. He frowned at the sight and took his glass of champagne that became his sole company throughout the night until a stranger with pissed-blonde hair decided to change...
