Cold Brew | narusasu

ONE

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Recently..

The guy who works at the cafe I frequent has made my coffee every single day for the past two weeks.

"Ah, it's you! Large Cold brew black with an espresso shot and sweet foam on top?"

I've come to know him as 'Naruto' by name tag.

Sasuke stares rather monotonously at the brightly grinning blonde man behind the counter, carefully masking the nervousness rising in the pit of his stomach. A very faint red tint spreads across his cheeks at the familiar face, his eyes giving the man's appearance a once over.

Despite his bubbly demeanor and positive personality, he only ever seems to wear black.

His fingers are always painted black and full of chunky metal rings.

Today, in particular, the man wore his apron fallen below his waist, showing off an oversized hoodie that read 'i use to be worse' in distorted red letters across the chest with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

His ears are completely pierced to the top, as well as the bridge of his nose, his eyebrow..

What you could see of his arms was mostly covered in black ink, some patches completely pigmented as if to cover up old ones he no longer liked. Below his right eye, 信じる was tattooed in red ink, beside it, a tiny black musical note. His short blonde hair was pulled back into two spiky pigtails, black Bobby pins attempting to hold down rebellious strands of hair.

and whenever he smiles, it reveals another piece of jewelry hanging at the top set of his teeth.

"Y-yeah.. that's all." His voice comes out a lot quieter than he intends, swallowing the lump in his throat as the blonde quirks an eyebrow at him, his cerulean blue eyes shifting to look at his bag.

The smile Naruto already wears on his face grows brighter. "Studying again, huh? You must be really smart, working as hard as you do! Are you in university?"

For a moment, Sasuke is speechless. It wasn't necessarily like it was unusual for his intelligence to either be complimented or questioned—he did regular the same cafe for the past eight months with nothing but his laptop and sketchbook—no; it was more-so the feeling the indirect compliment gave him.

Genuine.

Sasuke gives him a curt nod, his knuckles turning near-white due to the grip he has on his messenger bag strap. "Second year art student."

"Really?! You can draw and paint and stuff?!" The blonde male's voice is suddenly so loud as he slaps his palms to the counter, Sasuke's eyes fly open with sudden awareness, glancing around anxiously at the few other employees and customers in the store. They seem to only watch for a moment before commencing on with their business. "That rocks! I thought you seemed like the creative type. It really suits your personality!" The blonde then leans his arms over the counter, slightly closing the gap between them. "I'd love to see your work sometime, if you wouldn't mind letting me."

That smile..

Sasuke swallows down another lump, his face as hot as a furnace and mentally curses himself for being so pale and shy. His eyes shoot down to his graffitied blue converse in embarrassment, free hand rubbing the back of his neck. "I wouldn't mind at all."

Before the blonde can cheerily respond to his counterpart's granted permission, his manager sticks her neck out from around the corner of the back room. "Naruto, what have I told you about chit-chatting during work hours?! Make the damn coffee and get back to work!" Then she angrily spins back around, muttering about lowering Naruto's wage.

"Oh—uh, yes, ma'am! Sorry about that!" His attention turns back to the raven haired male reaching for his wallet, a small smile painting his plump lips. "Don't worry about it. This one's on the house."

I know it might sound weird because he's a guy...

But I just can't stop thinking about him.

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personally i feel Naruto would one hundred percent be the top in this relationship, so sorry to disappoint, but this isn't a SasuNaru. It's NARUSASU.