Quickest Way to the Heart

Chapter 1

"Tsumu, can ya give this order ta Sakusa-san at table 10?" Osamu asks his brother. Atsumu nods and picks up the plate, walking carefully into the restaurant. He spots table number 10 and places down the plate in front of the table's occupant.

"Is there anythin' that I can get for ya, sir?" Atsumu asks, his customer service face plastered on.

"No, thank you," The other man says, lifting his head to look at Atsumu. Atsumu notices that he's wearing a face mask, blocking the lower half of his face from view, but wow his eyes are just lush. "Is something the matter?" Atsumu snaps himself from his trance and shakes his head.

"No, sorry. My apologies," Atsumu bows his head awkwardly. Shit, He thinks to himself. I just embarrassed myself in front of the cute guy. He turns around and lifts up his feet, using the wheels built into his shoes to skid across the floor and back to the kitchen. "Samu, who's the hot guy at table 10?" Atsumu desperately asks his twin.

"Huh?" Osamu gives him a confused look, momentarily turning back to his work before sighing in understanding and smirking at his brother."Ah, ya mean Sakusa-san? He's a surgical resident at the hospital so he comes here for food because it's so close. The women love him but he never seems interested,"

Atsumu leans both elbows on the worktop and looks up at his brother.

"Tell me more,"

"Pass me the salt," Atsumu hands over the salt pot. "His name is Kiyoomi Sakusa and he's been comin' here for a few months now, since he started at the hospital. He transferred here from another hospital because he wanted to work in a bigger city to help his skills more. He's also the same age as us and that's all I know. Here," Osamu pushes over another plate. "Table 6,"

Atsumu takes the plate and delivers it to the table, sneakily casting a glance over to table 10. Holy fuck, Atsumu thinks as he catches a look of Sakusa's face minus the mask. He's gorgeous. Atsumu decides to ask Rin for help so scoots over to the corner of the restaurant which is occupied by his brother's boyfriend, tapping away at his laptop.

"Rin," The man looks up, glaring at Atsumu for disturbing his working rhythm. "I need yer help," Suna looks back down again.

"No, I'm not convincin' Samu to do anythin'," He says, resuming his typing.

"That wasn't what I was goin' to ask,"

"Then no I'm not convincin' him to let ya do somethin',"

"Rin!" The man looks up again. "I'm havin' a gay panic," This makes Suna pull back from his laptop to laugh at Atsumu.

"A gay panic?" He clarifies. Atsumu nods, wide eyed like a child with a hum for emphasis. "Caused by whom? And don't say Ben Barnes again,"

"Table 10," Atsumu mumbles. Suna peers over and struggles to contain a laugh.

"Really? Yer joinin' the Sakusa fanclub?" Suna teases.

"There's a club?" Suna wonders how this man ever got through high school.

"No," He leans forward and flicks Atsumu in the forehead. "Just flirt with him like ya usually do with most people,"

"But he's cuter than most people," Atsumu pouts.

"So be cheesier," Suna responds, jokingly.

"Challenge accepted!" Atsumu beams.

"Shit- No, Tsumu, I was jokin'-" Suna scrambles to repair the damage.

"Uh huh, sure," Atsumu gives him a disbelieving look and scoots back to the kitchen.

Suna waits until Atsumu comes back out with another order before walking over to the kitchen doorway and calling out to his partner.