|~Bitter Brew~|

1. I like my coffee sweet thank you very much.

[HII FINALLY HERE IS SOME SKK FLUFF! ALSO ITS A COFFEE SHOP AU AHHHHHH (I'm very exited to write this if you couldn't tell! Also TW for: Dazai typical su*icide and SH mentions) {Art Isn't mine <3} (I'm projecting onto Chuuya fr)
Also For Clarification: "~" is used in a Teasing, Mocking or playful Manner! Not used as a flirty way cause i find that Cringe Ngl😍

(The writing in this fic progressively gets better/more detailed as the story grows so please don't judge the book off the first 2 chapters! They are merely background for the characters <3]

A red haired man, below the average in height sat in the back kitchen of a small coffee shop, on the corner street of Yokohama. His red hair spilled over his left shoulder, and his bangs fell around his face, framing it perfectly. His eyes were a deep blue. he sat with his legs crossed, stirring a steaming cup of mocha. He liked his coffee sweet after all.
The redhead's shift wouldn't be over for about 20 minutes atleast... today had felt so long.
None of his regulars had ordered, none of his co-workers seemed to be in a good mood. He tapped his foot to the slow buzz of music playing softly over the radio on the front desk.

♫♪''I'll decorate my mind...the same beige as the walls, Im yours, I'm yours, I'm yours..''♫♪

A sound awoke him from his deep train of thought. ''Hello?'' A deep, cheerful voice rang out from the front counter. The redhead looks up, and grumbling softly to himself. Even though his shift was boring, Chuuya must admit, he would have preferred to have some peace and quiet. He stands up, brushing crumbs off his dark brown apron and his beige trousers that matched the soft beige wallpaper. ''Is this place still Open?'' The voice rang out again. The redhead huffed, placing down his cup and pacing towards the counter, his shoes scuffing the tiled floors. ''Yeah, Yeah...we're open what do you wan-'' The Shorter man stopped mid sentence when he came face-to-face with the man infront of the counter. To say the least it was not what he was expecting. The redhead was expecting a man in his thirties at least, judging by how his voice portrayed, but looking up, he met eyes with what seemed to be a younger man, roughly to be what looked the same age as him, and needless to say [though he would never admit it...] the man was quite attractive. He had dark brown, wavy hair. His bangs framed his face neatly and the back of his hair was cut short to the base of his neck. He had deep hazel eyes, with a pair of clear, circular glasses over them, reflecting the soft lighting of their atmosphere. Outfit-wise he had a warm white button up shirt on, with his sleeves rolled up, and a pair of Brown slacks with a black belt matching the black trench coat he had slung over his right arm. His arms, revealed by his shirt rolled up, were covered in light white bandages. The bandages slightly caught the redhead off guard, though Chuuya did respect privacy, he couldn't help but wonder what could be hidden under such a mass of Fabric.

''Hello? Earth to...Chuuya?''

Chuuya looks up out of his daze, stammering slightly as he tried to regain his composure. ''Huh? How do- How do you know my name?'' The shorter man meets eyes with the others' hazel ones. The latter chuckles, pointing at the nametag situated on the redhead's chest. oh. Chuuya laughs awkwardly, ruffling the base of his hair. ''Ah, right. Sorry. What can i get for you?'' He smiles, desperately trying to hide the warmth now crawling onto his face due to embarrassment. The taller man's eyes widened slightly, to say the least, Chuuya's accent surprised him, It seemed like a mix of Japanese with some harsher, more nasal accent he was unfamiliar with. The brunette must have noticed the color in the redhead's face because a smug grin had spread onto his own. Smug Bastard. ''A coffee please! I'm not great at coffee names but whatever is your strongest, I'll take it!'' He laughs, placing 300 yen on the counter. Chuuya's face twists in disgust. ''How can you even drink strong coffee? it tastes like shit!'' Chuuya was right, It taste fucking Horrible. Sure if you desperately needed some caffeine kick, he would agree, it gets the job done, but as a drink of Choice? Gross.
The brunette looked taken back for a moment at how genuine the shorter man had sounded, but he broke into a laugh. ''Hey! What happened to the customer is always right?'' The taller man teased, his grin widening.
Oh, so he was that type of customer.
''The customer is always right until it comes to bitter coffee...that stuff tastes Vile!'' Chuuya also began to laugh. He was warming up to the taller man now. Maybe this shift wouldn't be as boring as he thought? As the brunette just laughed in response, he turned away towards the kitchen. ''One moment! I'll get your disgusting coffee..." Chuuya chuckled, "What did you say your name was again?'' The redhead turned back, looking at the brunette questioningly. ''Oh, I didn't say! My name's Dazai!'' Dazai responds cheerfully. Partaking in a dramatic bow. Chuuya chuckled at the man's demeanour. ''Dazai hm? Alright Dazai one moment.''