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The smell of miso and barbeque swam in the humid air. The loud chitter chatter of people filled the room amongst the sizzles from the grills on each table. Laughter was heard from one particular group of people. 4 best friends, rekindling after being apart. Each of them immersed in their own lives, each one having a new story to tell. Well, everyone except one certain man.
"Seriously Makki? I saw you like two months ago, and you're still hung up on her?" Oikawa rolled his eyes and Hanamaki just sighed, leaning his in his palm, lazily drawing circles on the wooden table
"He hasn't even spoken to her and we've been comin' here almost every week..." Matsukawa said, shaking his head
"Lame..." Iwaizumi uttered and Makki's eye twitched, looking at him
"Dude, there's no way she'd be interested in me... Compared to you guys, I'm still looking for work... At this age, which chick's gonna date a NEET?"
Hanamaki pouted, blowing at his bangs before he glanced behind Matsukawa, where she stood.
Y/n...
They had never exchanged a word, but he learnt her name, thanks to the lovely gold tag on her apron. His friends didn't get his infatuation. She wasn't like the women they were into. She was elegant, he had never seen her with makeup on, her hair was always in a bun, covered by a bandana.
Hanamaki was smitten the moment he walked into the restaurant. The young waitress caught his eye, as she happily chattered to some customers. It didn't bother him one bit that she didn't look his way, but he was entranced.
"Dude, you need to stop staring before she gets creeped out..." Iwaizumi said, scowling at Makki
"It's creeping me out..." Oikawa muttered,
Matsukawa was the only one who held a sly smirk, he fixed his curly hair before he slapped Makki's back
"Don't worry, I got your back" He said and Hanamaki's brows furrowed
"Mattsun, what-"
"Excuse me, miss?" Matsukawa called out, grabbing her attention and Makki froze, suddenly feeling like a deer in headlights. He kicked Matsukawa under the table.
"What the fuck are you doing?" He whispered, awkwardly grabbing the menu, hiding his face behind it, when she approached
"Evening fellas, ready to order?" She asked sweetly and Matsukawa hummed, looking at the menu. Oikawa was about to speak to her, but Matsukawa cleared his throat
"He'll be giving our orders. Go on, Makki... You know what you want." He said and the strawberry haired man's cheeks burst a flame. Y/n looked at him, but he was focused on the menu, not saying a word.
