"order for kei!" i yelled out as i placed the hot drink on the countertop, seeing a very attractive, tall blonde make his way towards me.
"thanks," i heard him mumble as he was still looking down at his phone with a pair of headphones around his neck, attempting to find the cup without having to look up. i grabbed his slender hand and placed the drink in it, causing him to finally tear his eyes away from the device in his other hand.
"oh, uh sorry, thank you," he said as i gave him a warm smile. "sorry, i was just a bit...distracted" he said as i noticed his gaze wandering a bit on me. i assumed it was from our massive height difference and didn't think too much of it.
"no worries, we all have those days" i reply as i gave him a few napkins. "yeah, i guess it's just one of those," he mumbled as he rubbed his nape and looked down at the floor a bit shyly. "hey listen, i know this is kind of weird, but i think you're really beautiful. could i...maybe get your number?" he asked slowly looking up at me nervously.
i stood there in shock at the fact he called me beautiful. not that i hadn't gotten my fair share of compliments on my looks, but because guys nowadays refer to girls as "hot" instead of beautiful. i hadn't noticed how long i had been quiet or how much i blushed over his words until he opened his mouth again to speak.
"actually never mind i'm sure someone as gorgeous as you has a boyfriend- a significant other, i mean," he said, snapping me out of my thoughts. "huh? oh, no! i-i'm single," i say a little too fast and stutter my words. i took a deep breath to calm myself and speak an actual sentence without stuttering. "sorry, i'll give you my number," i smiled at him and got a pen nearby that we use for taking orders, and took a napkin i had previously given him, out of his hand to write my phone number.
"thanks, i'll text you?" he asked unsurely. "i'd hope so," i giggled a bit and noticed him slightly smile. "thanks again- for the drink," he said as he walked back to a table with a green haired male that had freckles.
𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕-
i placed the napkin with the barista's number on the table in front of yamaguchi as i sat down, placing my bag near me. i looked up as i heard my best friend sigh and have a slight disappointed face.
"what?" i snapped at him "you told me the girl was cute so i got her fucking number, you're welcome." i say as i take my textbooks out to study.
"tsukki..." he started. "shut up, yamaguchi." i say as i place my headphones on. "sorry, tsukki..." i faintly hear him say.
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"hey guys, we're gonna close in 15" i look up from my textbook to see the girl that served me. "o-oh okay, thank you!" yamaguchi said as he smiled at the girl. "of course" she smiled back at him and went to the back.
"guess we should head out huh?" the male in front of me said as he began packing up his studying materials. "i'm gonna fuck her," i say, getting up and doing the same as him.
"w-what?" i look up at him. "well she's hot, and what if we get free drinks?" i question as i look back to see the female wiping tables. "tsukki, i don't think you should keep...doing this" i return my attention back to yamaguchi. "what's the problem with it?" i genuinely ask him.
"what's the problem with it?" he repeats my question as i shrug. "you break girl's hearts left and right tsukki and-"
"and it's not my fault. they should know it's a one and done deal, i never stick for relationships and everyone knows that," i say casually as i pull my bag over my shoulder, causing my best friend to sigh.
"i'm gonna go home, are you coming or...?" he trails off, clearly not wanting to finish his question. "i'm gonna stay behind and try to talk to her," i reply and push in the chair of the table i sat at for hours today. yamaguchi and i say our goodbyes and he begins his journey home as i stick around and listen to music, waiting to get kicked out.
"hey, we're closing right now," i hear a female's voice and look up to see the now familiar face. "are you walking home?" i abruptly ask the woman. clearly taking her back, "uh, yeah i am actually, why?" she questions and leans on a table. "could i walk you home?" i ask, now standing up and looking down at her. "how do i know you're not going to kidnap me?" she asks.
"i'm a college student that came in a café to study, i play volleyball, and wear glasses. how intimidating do you think i am?"
"okay sure" she says as she grabs my hand and makes me follow her out the shop, then locking up. "i don't live too far from here" she says.
"do you always walk home after your shift?" i ask as i walk beside her. "yeah, i don't have a car, and it's close to my school and house so i can't complain all too much," she tells me, as i nod to acknowledge i'm listening to her words.
"you know, i never got your name, pretty girl," i say as i shove my hands into my pockets to keep my hands warm from the sudden gust of wind.
"you never asked for it, pretty boy," she replies as she rubs her arms and shivers a bit. i take off my jacket and place it around her shoulders. "tsukishima kei" i tell her.
"l/n y/n" she says looking down. cute. we continue walking and talking about whatever comes to mind at the moment, making me realize that y/n and i surprisingly have a lot in common.
"oh, this is my place" she says as she begins taking my jacket off, i quickly stop her and wrap it around her tighter. "give it to me the next time you see me, i always study in the cafe after school," i inform her.
"ar-are you sure?" she stammers, clearly hesitant of taking it. "positive," i reply, as i turn around and take a few steps. "i'll text you," i smile at her, and notice her flustered expression as she returns the smile and walks inside her apartment.
y/n l/n...sounds familiar. i think to myself as i begin walking in the direction of my house, forgetting the reason i sparked up the conversation with the female in the first place, not noticing how distracted i got from talking with her.
i entered my apartment and made my way to my room, as i plopped down on my bed and looked up at the ceiling.
"god, she's so fucking cute." i begin to think out loud. "her voice is so angelic. the way her hair perfectly shapes her face." i can't help but think of her voice moaning out my name. my hands holding her hair back as she's on her knees for me. her immediately submitting to me, as i pleasure her. i groan as i look down at my tightened pants.
"fuck..."
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