Betwixt and Between |KyoTeru|

~Two~

Terushima yawned and stretched out his shoulders for what seemed like the hundredth time as he approached his regular coffee shop. He came across the once small business his first day at Nekoma Entertainment when he got lost after trying to find a decent place for his lunch break. Several visits later he fell in love with the coffee and the relaxing atmosphere that made him feel at home in a new city. The warming smell of chai and cinnamon filled his nostrils as he reached the entrance to Cafe Miya. As it turns out it was coowned by Osamu and Atsumu Miya. Yuuji has seen them on several occasions, usually running around trying to find something or just straight-up arguing. Osamu was in charge of the menu and Atsumu was usually doing deliveries when he wasn't hidden in the back.

As he approached the counter he noticed a familiar face tucked away in a corner sipping what appeared to be an iced black coffee. Terushima smirked to himself as he reached the counter, he fully intended to bother him. After he got his coffee of course, if Suga was going to schedule him to come in at the ass crack of dawn then he better get some caffeine first.

"What can I get you today?" a tired-looking barista asked.

"A regular iced coffee made light and sweet, please?" He may try to be badass but for some reason, Terushima couldn't handle bitter coffee. Sometimes he'll forego the coffee and just get hot chocolate.

The barista nodded and turned away to make his coffee. Despite looking like they got only ten minutes of sleep, the barista moved with a surprising swiftness around the various machines. It didn't even take five minutes before his sugary coffee was placed in front of him with a straw stabbed into the top. Before the barista could tell him his total, Terushima slid more money than was actually necessary across the counter and turned away before the barista could object. Beverage in hand, he scanned the cafe for a certain individual and saw him in the same position, scrolling on his phone. His face split into a shit-eating grin as he approached none other than Kyoutani.

"Hey, Bumblebee. You working today?" He asked as he slid down into one of the plush chairs.

Kyoutani rolled his eyes, "Okay, three things. One, you know my name so fucking use it. Two, none of your goddamn business; and three what the ever-loving fuck is that sorry excuse of coffee?"

Terushima smirked at his colorful language before adding, "What? Black coffee is unfit for human consumption that shit is way too bitter."

He just rolled his eyes again and went back to scrolling on his phone. Yuuji huffed in disappointment before pulling his phone out as well. He had a bit before he had to leave for work anyway, might as well kill some time. The two men settled into the comfortable silence that was somehow not awkward despite only having met the previous day. It wasn't long before Kyoutani stood up and tossed his now empty cup into the recycling bin. Terushima followed suit and they both left at the same time, not a single word of communication passing between them as they headed in the direction of the office. They weren't necessarily walking together, it was more like Kyoutani was walking and Terushima was following a few paces behind, every once in a while lifting his head as if to try and start a conversation only to decide not to after all.

"If you wanna say something then fucking say it." Kyoutani spat after Terushima's eighth attempt at speaking.

Filled with confidence yet again, Terushima jogged forward to catch up and slung his arm of Kyoutani's shoulders. He growled at the contact but made no move to remove the arm which didn't go unnoticed.

"So, Kyoutani~," the way Terushima said his name made goosebumps rise on his skin. He is too stubborn to acknowledge it though. Terushima continued, "How long have you been an intern?"

"Few weeks," he stated, his scowling face giving nothing away.

Before Yuuji could ask any more questions the Nekoma Entertainment building appeared in front of the boys and Kyoutani all but sprinted away to the stairs. Seeing his retreating figure, Terushima smirked to himself and waved to the girl at the front desk before heading up the stairs as well. Upon reaching his desk he noticed that someone was sitting in his chair. Oh, come on, really? He stormed over, fully intent on ripping that person a new one but stopped dead in his tracks when they turned to look at him. Akaashi Keiji was sitting at his desk. Akaashi-fucking-Keiji. The most powerful person in the building second to only Kenma and Testsurou.