𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚 || A Ballistic Roses minifc

7 // SEVEN

SUNDAY • NOVEMBER 28TH

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Senpai had no choice but to follow the sapphic couple, and well... Whitty. Thankfully, Carol was leaving him alone, busy fawning over their partner and littering Sunday's face with kisses. He gulped slightly. 'Ayana would've dared me to kiss him, most likely.'

The strawberry blonde male was having mixed feelings, unsure if he was grateful for Whitty having left the party a bit earlier or not.

'Maybe if he didn't leave, all I'd have to do was give him a simple kiss on the cheek...' He could only internally sigh, shaking his head. His head was filled with hypothetical scenarios about the possibilities. It was starting to grow tiresome. Ever since Ayana's stupid, drunk dare Whitty was all he could think about.

He hated it.
...

He hated it so much.

But he could never hate Whitty. Now that he thought about it. It was just a feeling he felt about a lot of people, he couldn't hate them. Well, he could hate Ayana.
'I'm starting to anyways.'

Senpai flipped up the blossom pink hood up a bit, trying to hide his face as he took a glance over at Whitty. The tall bomb-headed man was looking at the ground, his hands deep in his hoodie pockets while he stared off into space. Blinking every so often.
His expression was well hidden by the shadow that was cast on his face but his eyes. But jesus, his eyes...

Senpai looked away after a second of staring. His eyes were so interesting, almost beautiful. He has never seen such a bright shade of that type of orange- or was it more amber? Red? He shook his head, kicking an acorn cap away and into the street.
Senpai peeked back over, he probably looked like a weirdo.
The strawberry blonde blinked as he got a good look at Whitty's outfit, it was something simple, nothing too basic but nothing over the top.
Whitty was wearing the same large, teal jacket he was at the party, but this time it was unzipped to expose a, black band tee with an instantly recognizable smile, underneath. He also wore some black ripped jeans, along with the very big orange-and-white shoes.

Senpai finally turned away, looking away and over at the other side of the street, thinking. 'Does he like the band Nirvana?' he wondered, blinking slowly. He personally didn't listen to the band or really, any of their music, but one of his old close friends did. Maybe it could be a possible conversation starter?

It didn't take much longer for them to reach the cafe- or well, it was more of a coffee shop but whatever. It had the word CAFE in big bold letters on the roof so, it only made sense to refer to it as such.
Entering inside the shop, Senpai was instantly greeted by the smell of roasted coffee beans and baked goods, like fresh muffins and macrons. Inside the little, quaint, shop, it was decorated beautifully. The walls painted a peaceful and warm cream color, pictures hung from the walls by unseen nails. In the frames were images of staff and paintings. Senpai looked over at the left side of the cafe, a painting of a branch of a cherry blossom tree stuck out to him the most. He smiled softly at it.

Besides the painting on the left side of the cafe, on the right side there were red-orange cozy-looking double booths clustered in the left side, pressed against a brick wall with singular, low hanging half circle-shaped lights near the middle of each long, rectangular, wooden table, with a thick metal pole keeping it sturdy. Small napkin holders and mini black baskets with salt and pepper shakers in each of them were placed neatly at the end of the table, pressed against the wall.

A couple of the booths were already taken by happy groups of friends and families.
Tamaki looked at Carol to see her pointing at a booth seat, holding onto Sunday's arm, leaning into them with a bright smile.
Senpai could only sigh as he turned away, looking- er well, admiring the right side of the restaurant where he usually sat.