Not So Secret Admirer [Olikase / FukaOli]

Coffee shop au

  There's a boy that comes in late every night, orders a black coffee, and then sits in the corner of the store and doesn't interact with anyone for anything. Fukase doesn't even know the boy's name, but he's interested in him regardless. He had cool blonde hair, always wore cool clothes, and the coolest of them all, he wore bandages over his left eye. Fukase was itching to know what happened, as he had a fucked up left eye too.

  Tonight was no different than the usual routine. Fukase was currently cleaning off the counter with a wet cloth, as he had spilled a drink on it earlier, when he perked up from the ring of the bell above the door. He glanced over and saw his boy and ducked under the counter to compose himself. He took in a few breaths and stood to see the boy already standing at the counter. How did he get there so fast?!?!

  "The usual, please." The boy spoke nonchalantly, a bag tucked under his right arm.

  "Of-of course!" Fukase stammered. One of these days he just wished the boy ordered something with milk so he could draw a heart on the surface of the drink. "Um- wh-what's your name?"

  The boy rose a brow. "It's not important."

  "Well, I mean, it's not that I want it. I just- I need it to put on your tab. Drinks get mixed up all the time, you know?"

  The boy motioned to the empty coffee shop. "Do you see anyone else in here besides me? You've never needed my name before. Are you ill?"

  God he's so cool.

  "N-never mind! I'll get your coffee ready for you now."

  Fukase quickly put the drink together as to not further embarrass himself in front of the cool as fuck kind-of-not stranger. The boy handed him the money and Fukase gave him his drink and watched him walk to his usual spot in the corner booth by the window. He figured it would've been weird to just watch him from the register like this so he started sweeping the floor.

  As the time passed, the boy didn't move or make any indication that he was going to. Fukase glanced at the clock and then back at the boy, who was still typing away on his laptop. Fukase slowly made his way over, fighting his nerves as he gripped onto a broom.

  "Um, sir, we close in-"

  "No." The boy replied, his eye still glued to the screen.

  Fukase's face flushed. "Oh- okay."

  "Get me another coffee. Please."

  "はい!" Fukase turned around and shuffled away. His face was surely the color of his hair now.

  KWHEJSSH HE'S SO COOL!

  Fukase made another cup and brought it to the boy. He murmured a thanks as he took the cup and sipped it. He didn't even flinch at the hot drink. Oh my god he's so cool.

  "Are you just going to stand there? I already gave you my money."

  The boy was staring at him now, and Fukase jumped as he was snapped out of his trance. He stammered, but the boy held up a hand to silence him. He brought his hand to his face to pinch the bridge of his nose.

  "Just, go away, please. I have to finish this."

  Fukase quickly hurried away and went about his closing duty tasks, but when he was finished and clocked out, the boy was still there. He decided to shoot his shot one more time and sat across from the boy, but he didn't even spare him a glance. Fukase didn't speak so the boy could focus and finish whatever he was doing.

  Oliver barely paid attention to the boy across from him as he finished the final touch ups on his essay. He went to take one last sip of his coffee and stared dejectedly down at the empty cup. He glanced over at Fukase, who had long since fallen asleep in the booth, and closed his laptop. He put it away and grabbed a pen from his bag and plucked a napkin from the dispenser and started writing on it. He slipped the note into his apron pocket and stood, stretching and yawning.

  He supposed he should wake up the boy who so diligently tended to him. He sighed and reached towards him. He barely touched his shoulder when Fukase jolted awake.

  "Freak." Oliver blurted. He looked away and played with the strap of his bag. "Um, I'm done now. So you can go home."

  Fukase blinked and made an 'o' with his mouth. He started scrambling out of his seat. "Just, let me take care of your cups first."

  Oliver grabbed his cups before Fukase could. "No."

  Fukase blushed. "Okay."

  Oliver almost laughed, and he would have if he didn't have a reputation to uphold. This guy was just too pathetic, it was almost endearing. Seriously, he sucked balls at hiding his infatuation, if he was even trying to hide it at all.

  Oliver threw away his cups as they made their way to the door in silence. He hoped Fukase would find his note before washing his apron. That would suck even more balls if it got ruined. When they left the shop, Oliver didn't give Fukase a chance to talk to him before they went their separate ways.

  Fukase watched as the boy walked down the sidewalk, cursing under his breath. He took the bus home and dragged his feet into the lonely apartment, collapsing onto his couch. He took off his apron and draped it over the arm of the couch when he saw something fall out of the pocket. Weird, he didn't remember putting a napkin in his pocket.

  He grabbed it and saw that there was writing.

"Thank you for letting me stay and finish my essay. Seriously what professor assigns a 25 page research paper and only lets us work on it for two weeks. College sucks don't go.

Um. My name is Oliver by the way. I would have tipped but I'm fucking broke. So hopefully this will suffice?"

  Fukase screamed at the sight of a phone number. He couldn't contain himself and started jumping around and squealing. He quickly realized he was acting like a little school girl and tried to stop, but he just couldn't.

  He received a noise complaint the following morning.