𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗘 - 𝐃.𝐇𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

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・*。★ ⌒⁰⁶- "Wait a damn minute..."

The sudden wave of appreciation for the silly little blonde boy would have you dishevelled for a few days to come. No matter how much you racked your brain you couldn't determine the source. Was it his sickeningly honourable nature? Or maybe his tooth-rotting, sweet smile? Either way, it was an uncomfortably unfamiliar feeling that had long infested your mind.

"Y/n, I pray my star student isn't, so rudely might I add, zoning out in my lecture." Professor Hayakawa's sultry voice rang out. You were jolted from your plagued daydreams as the tall man held a Cheshire grin at your surprised face.

"N-No sir..."

"Hmm..." He let out a sceptical hum before he turned back to the board in front of him, airing the scattered snickers that came from the other students. You rolled your eyes, brushing off the embarrassing scene, and returning to your work before mentally cursing poor, unknowing Denji. Getting me in trouble for what? Dickhead...

Denji felt a weird shiver crawl up his spine, eliciting a surprised 'brrr' from the poor barista. He was quick however to return to waiting aimlessly at the counter. As he stood, he thought of the encounter with you. He distinctly had the vivid and the more than pleasant image of your, at least what he assumes was, a silent epiphany. He took note of this upon observing your eyes melt from their usual focused gaze to a soft, almost daze-like state, doe eyes widening upon whatever it was he was talking about. Your lips parted lightly, the front of your two teeth visible as you aimlessly nodded, trying to keep up with his words.

And then you smiled.

It wasn't your usual, doll-like smile, it was so...genuine? It held such a depth and warmth that Denji almost felt himself melt joyously upon the sight. "Damn..." He softly mumbled to himself.

"What're you mumbling to yourself about, lunatic?" A gruff voice crudely gave him a slap back to reality. Kishibe stood behind Denji, chewing on a toothpick, his eyes lazy and drooped with both old age and lack of sleep. The man wore a tight-fitted shirt, one that looked like he could pop out of in a matter of seconds. His biceps bludged out the seemingly minuscule sleeves whilst his chest protruded, broad even against the soft fabric.

"K-Kishibe," Denji, startled, took a few steps back in surprise. "I could've sworn you were out today."

"Well, you were wrong." He stated gruffly before he took heavy steps towards the counter. "Lucky for you though, kiddo, it's payday." He smirked as the boy's face lit up, eyes sparkling. The older man waltzed over to the cashier, footsteps resonating in the cosy cafè. He dragged out a handful of paper bills counting the money that had accumulated over the past month that he had neglected to take out.

"I'm feeling generous, here's a tip." And before the star-struck Denji could even mutter out a quick 'thank you', Kishibe had disappeared as quickly as he came. The boy turned around, making sure that nobody was about to enter the store before running after his boss.

"Pops!" He caught up with him, meeting him in the back of the cafè walking past the homey lockers and pegs that held his and other unfortunate employees' belongings. Kishibe turned to face him with a gruff 'hm?' escaping him.

"Hey, um, I was wondering if I could take a day or two off next week?" He asked meekly. The truth was he wanted to chase the same feeling again. The feeling of serendipity he felt around you on that lazy Sunday. He was adamant about taking you out again, even if it meant working a few extra hours knowing Kishibe.

"Oh?" The man inquired, turning to face Denji. "You never usually ask for shit like that. Special occasion?"

"No sir, I mean yes- I mean, not really," He stammered under his elder's icy cold gaze, bushy eyebrow rising in inquiry. "I just wanted to hang out with some of my friends, if that's cool with you."