Kokichi x Shuichi: Sushi (Smut)

3: Purple Barista

Kokichi was a typical sex deprived college student with a low income job. He wanted more than anything to just feel something real, and maybe even a little naughty.

Kokichi yawned as he walked to work. He had been working as a barista at a small café for years. The name of the place was called  "Over the Stars." The reason behind the name was because this particular café served star-shaped pastries and buns. As Kokichi arrived to the restaurant, his coworker Kaito waved from the window. Kokichi waved back and smiled. However as much as Ouma liked serving coffee, he wanted to quit. The only reason he continued to work there was because he got to see this one particular regular customer every day. He's the only person that can make me feel something.

Kokichi blushed thinking about the regular customer's tall frame, yellow-grey eyes, and dark hair. The first time they had met was about half a year ago. Kokichi instantly felt attraction the first time he had laid eyes on the handsome stranger.

~ Half a year ago ~

"H-Hello! Welcome to Over the Stars café, w-what can I get for you today?" Kokichi stuttered as the beautiful stranger approached the counter. Ouma was blushing hard, embarrassed that his voice was shaking so much.

"Good morning, may I have a hot ginger tea?" The stranger asked sweetly, his voice was smooth and soft. Kokichi's cheeks burned as he typed the stranger's order in on the register.

"O-Of course, would you like that f-for here or to go?" Kokichi said nervously, trying not to make direct eye contact.

"For here, please." The stranger replied. Kokichi nodded and rang up the total. The stranger then sat down at a table in the corner of the café. Kokichi gulped, just now realizing that he would have to deliver the drink to the beautiful person. Ouma quickly brewed the tea and plated the cup with two packets of sugar, a lemon wedge, and a spoon. Taking a deep breath, he carefully walked the tea out to the seated stranger.

"Thank you so much, Kokichi Ouma is it?" The beautiful stranger said politely, looking at Kokichi's name tag. Ouma was flustered hearing the handsome stranger say his name. He then placed the tea cup down on the table.

"Y-Yes that's my name. You said it correctly...haha." Kokichi replied, scratching the back of his head.

"Ah...What a lovely name." Saihara said softly, giving Kokichi a warm and friendly smile.

"O-Oh! Thank you...!" Kokichi replied, feeling heat race to his cheeks.

"Well I-I hope you enjoy the tea..!" Ouma added on before briskly walking back behind the counter. What the heck just happened?? Kokichi thought to himself as he moved out of the stranger's sight. That was terrifying!

Every now and then Kokichi would glance over to look at the seated stranger. His eyelashes were so long and his expression was so delicate. It looked like he was reading some kind of travel journal or mystery novel. After an hour had passed, the beautiful stranger stood up and left the table. Kokichi was pretending to be occupied so that he wouldn't have to chat with the handsome male again. Once the stranger had left, Kokichi let out a sigh. Well, that's that. I'll probably never see him again.

The purple haired barista then went to clean up the empty table. To Kokichi's surprise, the handsome stranger had left a tip and a note. In very neat handwriting, the note read;

"The tea was delicious, how did you know I liked lemon? See you tomorrow, thanks again!
— Shuichi Saihara"

Kokichi flushed hard, shoving the note in his apron. He's coming back tomorrow!? Well, at least the stranger had a name now. Shuichi Saihara.