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─── THE OVEN LET OUT A LOUD 'TING' AS A SIGN THE MUFFINS WERE DONE BAKING. you sighed, getting up from the metal chair that was painted in white and gold. it was a cloudy day, different than any other days where customers would usually be buzzing in to order the pastries and baked goods from your bakery. you placed the muffins on a tray to let them cool down before placing them inside the glass panel near the counter.
the bell rang, as the door closes swiftly.
"welcome to haruka's bakery-" your eyes almost widened from the sight of the man in front of you. his attractive pink hair would catch the eye of any woman that laid their eyes on him. his scars on the corners of his mouth would pique their interest to how he got such a terrible scar. his captivating crystal blue eyes bore into as his mouth was busy inhaling the cause of cancer.
"can't you read the sign? smoking is prohibited in here. get out." you continued placing the muffins on the tray and placed them on the table, taking off your gloves as you sat back down on the chair to take a sip of your coffee. you flipped the page of the newspaper, reading an article about another massacre caused by gang fights in Tokyo. his piercing eyes were still on you which irked you even more. "what do you want?" your tone showed no interest, zero, nothing. not even a hint of delight.
"what's with the cold demeanour? you're so harsh." he took a step closer before dunking his lit cigarette in your coffee. you watched as the burn slowly passes out and the bits of the cigar dissolving in your coffee. "the hell is your problem? i was going to finish that?!" he wasn't amused nor bothered by his actions. "you can't drink coffee yet you still take it every day, you dumb or something?"
"what is it even to you? i thought we put a stop on-"
your eyes actually widened this time. he was leaning in closer, placing both of his hands to lean against the table. you could smell his usual cologne, the scent that would greet you in the morning as you woke up in his bed. of course, he was gone.
"sometimes i wish i could just shut that mouth of yours with mine instead of having to hear you yapping around about our past."
"what do you want, sanzu." you couldn't bear to look at him in the eyes. there was something, some connection you two had that would lure you in even by a glance of look in his eyes.
"thought it would be nice to visit you today."
his right hand tucked a strand of your hair behind the shell of your ears. he was almost mesmerised by you, everything about you he found mesmerising. the first time he met you, it was quite the first impression. he remembered your messy, disheveled hair, your wrinkly, coffee stained work clothes, your ruined mascara and the expression on your face, which he would remember every night.
"get out, i don't wish to see you again. your face brings nothing but bad luck in my life, your presence is a nuisance." you stated loud and clear. sanzu haruchiyo is quite the intimidating man, anyone who didn't know him would take him for the serious type of person.
"lying to me again? make it worth it, baby"
you scoffed, getting up from the chair as you pushed him away. wrong, wrong. his presence was a curse, a deadly curse that would make you fall for him in an instant. you wanted him to get lost, get out of your life, leave, slam the door shut in your face.
sanzu tugged your arm, placing the other hand on your waist. he rested his forehead on your shoulder, sitting on the table beside your cup of coffee.
you crumbled under his touch.
right, you were sunshine he was midnight rain.
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