The small bell rang as I walked into the cafe, the slow jazz music barely heard behind all of the people working and the drinks being made. I made my way to the front of the shop, where you order your drinks, and I saw the last person I wanted to see.
"What can I get for you?" He asked, with a completely straight face behind his shoulder-length hair.
"Just an iced caramel latte with almond milk." I deadpanned, my hands planted on my hips, staring at him matter-of-factly.
"Listen, Kuroo, I'm just trying to work. Can you please just stop?" He asked with a little desperation in his voice.
"Can I get it to-go?" I asked, and he nodded.
"Anything else?" He looked up from the screen.
"Nope." I kept the conversation as dry as possible.
"Your total is 4.65" He motioned to the card reader
"Ok" I paid.
"Your order will be out in a second," He handed me the receipt, and I sat at a small table while I waited, and got the drink, leaving ASAP.
~ the next day ~
I walked into the cafe, and noticed that he was the server again. That bastard.
"What do you want today? We missed you yesterday." He said with a straight face.
"An iced caramel latte with almond milk." I said, and he pressed some buttons.
"I'm guessing it's to-go." He pressed another button,
"Actually, it's for here." I said, and he looked surprised.
"Alright." He printed out the receipt, and I walked to my respective corner of the room, putting my laptop on the small table.
"Kuroo?" I heard an unfamiliar voice say from the other side of the shop. I walked to the counter, and grabbed my drink, saying "Have a good one" with a fake smile before returning to my laptop.
I was sitting there, logging into my laptop with no intention of getting anything done. All I could think about was him. It feels like a crime.
What does he mean to me?
That question had been lingering in my mind for 3 whole days now, and I still didn't know the answer. Why had I decided to stay in the cafe? Am I just kidding myself? I keep forgetting why it all fell apart, and what I mostly know is that I never want that to happen again. Would everything be better if I just disappeared? Went away? No one cares about me enough for something like that to be significant in someone's life.
There I was, in my stupid little corner, seriously thinking about why everything is the way it is, and dwelling on my stupid high school relationships because I think they still mean something to me. What's wrong with me?
"Hey Kuro." I heard a soft voice from next to me, and I snapped out of whatever trance I was in. I flinched lightly as I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I looked up to see Kenma, and he looked back with worried eyes.
"Shit I don't know what I'm doing." I whispered under my breath, and he crouched down beside me.
"Are you okay?" He asked, and I somehow just now realized the dampness of my cheeks.
"I don't fucking know," I whispered, and covered my eyes with one of my hands, the wet lashes brushing against my palm.
"Do you need anything?" His hand was rubbing slow circles in my back, and I couldn't answer. Seconds passed, and neither of us said anything.
"I need a lot of things." I didn't want help. I was fine on my own.
"That's a no-brainer." He deadpanned, and I couldn't help but chuckle a little.
"You aren't wrong." I sniffled.
"Was there something that caused this? Is there anything that I can do to help?" Those words out of his mouth seemed so wrong.
"Just my anxiety." I wiped my eyes again, and took my hand off my eyes, meeting his. "You can go back to work. I'm fine." I said, smiling, though I don't think it reached my eyes.
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Coffee - Kuroken
FanficKuroo and Kenma were high school lovers, but they don't talk anymore. One day, Kuroo sees him, and is completely thrown off. what happens when they start talking again? What happened in the past that's making them so reluctant to reconnect? I dont o...
