Read The Fine Print {Azul x Reader}

Infodump

   "What was your childhood like?" The fairly innocent question takes Azul back.
   "That's what you want to know? You sound like a therapist!"
   "You know about my childhood, don't you?" Azul hesitates before answering.
   "Yes, of course I do." 'Oh of course you do.'
   "And you know that it was garbage right? So I wanna know if yours was good or bad. Was it good? Let me live vicariously through you," Azul wasn't accustomed to someone else leading the conversation like this. He definitely doesn't want to reveal anything about his history with bullying and self esteem issues.
   "It was fine. Normal, really. My mom owns a highly successful restaurant, parents are divorced, mom got remarried," he tries to keep his usual slimy businessman face on, but he is visibly uncomfortable.
   "Sorry," you say, confusing him
   "About what?"
   "The divorce. Couldn't have been easy."
   "It's fine. I get along quite well with my stepfather, so it's never been a problem," you kick your heels off and rest your legs on the couch.
   "Ah, that's good. I've known a lot of people who hate their stepparents. Of course, most people I know hate their biological parents too. Mine are trash, but you know that," you sink further into the couch, as comfortable as one would be at their own home. Azul starts to feel a little bad for you, talking about such a sad subject like it doesn't mean anything. "So, that all? Things were fine?" Azul pauses, betraying his own answer to the question.
"Yes, fine. Uneventful," you shift to the side, propping yourself up on your left arm, and squint at him in suspicion. You continue staring him down silently, forcing him to shrink into the couch a little. "W-what!? That's really it!" Seeing he won't crack, you lay back down.
"Alright. I'll drop it. For now," your face is turned away from him, but you're still side-eyeing the poor bastard. "What board games do you like?" Azul relaxes at the much lighter question. For the next hour, Azul shares stories with you of his adventures in the board game club, his achievements in alchemy class, and some more basic explanations of magic. You reward him for sharing by giving him some harmless facts about yourself. Things like what you talked about with the other employees, music taste and movies you liked. You even share stories of your two months working with the money launderers.
   "I can't believe you won't trust me after working for people like that!" Azul jokes.
   "At least you know what you're getting with money launderers!" You both laugh, getting a little more relaxed in the presence of each other. "You know, bossman, you're not so bad when you talk earnestly. If you could just be honest with me, I might even start to like you as a person," not looking at Azul, you don't notice him blush yet again at this statement. He's about to respond when Jade comes in.
   "Y/n, how long have you been here? There are a lot of requests for you," Jade informs you. You jump off the couch.
   "Oh shit, I lost track of time! I need my tips!" You rush back into the main restaurant, leaving behind a disappointed Azul. He glares at Jade for stopping his time with you.
   "Is something wrong, Azul?" Azul ignores Jade and drags his body back to his desk. 'I hope we can talk like this again soon, Y/n.'