sweet and sour | yamaguchi tadashi

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"yachiiii, can't you let me sleep," i whined, not wanting to get out of bed.

my roommate chuckled at my antics. "nope, school is important, gotta get that education," she smiled and started rummaging through my closet, probably stealing one of my hoodies.

i playfully glared at her. "you're acting like my mom," i got up from the bed and lazily hugged her. "but I still love you."

yachi sighed and hugged me back. "i love you too, but you can't bribe me into letting you skip,"

"i wasn't even trying to," i let go of her and walked to the bathroom. i did my morning routine, showered, and changed into a green-blue flannel and black ripped jeans. i wore a bunch of hair ties on my wrists because they looked cool. i looked at the time, it was 7:30, and both of our classes started at 8:05.

i walked into the living room to see you yachi waiting for me. "hey, you wanna stop by that cafe we saw and get something."

"yeah that works," yachi said. we both put on our shoes and walked out the door. we walked down the pavement in silence, as we were tired because it was almost 8 in the morning.

"sooo, did yamaguchi text you back," yachi said, elbowing me.

i sighed, kind of hoping i could go without talking about him. "yeah, he told me that oikawa actually went to his dorm room and interrogating him,"

"HE ACTUALLY DID THAT!?" yachi yelled.

"apparently," i shrugged.

yachi playfully rolled her eyes. "he's so dramatic. how do we deal with him?"

"i have no clue," I said, remembering all of oikawa's shenanigans. "he makes life interesting though."

"yeah, but enough about oikawa," yachi said. "did you and yamaguchi talk about anything else?"

"not really, he said he was tired after that, and i was too," i explained. ihung my head low. "i don't have english till tomorrow after lunch. damn you, time"

we made it to the cafe. i held the door open for yachi. "well maybe you might run into him," yachi said smiling.

"yeah right, what're the odds of that happening?" isaid, slightly rolling my eyes.

"yachi, y/n, welcome," a familiar voice said. i froze, praying it wasn't who I think it was. I slowly turned my head to see yamaguchi, standing behind the counter.

'AAAAAAAA, not now. I gotta mentally prepare myself. how do you start a conversation?

"hey yams," I said, cringing internally at the nickname i gave him.

i saw his cheeks turn pink and smile. "yams? is that my nickname now?"

"i guess so if you're ok with it that is," i said trying to flirt, but kind of failing.

"yams it is then," he said and looked at his monitor. "what can i get you too?" we both ordered and he went to make our drinks. as he did that, i leaned into yachi's ear.

"you set me up didn't you? you knew he worked here." i whisper yelled.

i looked at yachi's face and saw her smirk. "maybe. but you should be thanking me."

i rolled my eyes. "whatever,"

"here you guys are," yamaguchi said and placed our drinks on the counter.

"thanks," i said and placed $20 on the counter and we started walking away.

"uhh, wait y/n," i heard him say. i turned back to look at him. "i was wondering if maybe you could come back and we could maybe study later."