SMG34 Drabbles and Snippets

By Being With You

Summary: As SMG3 closes up the cafe, SMG4 decides to pay a visit.

Notes: This latest chapter was inspired by an art post on Twitter by @Kirigirisan346. You should go check em out, their art style is pretty cute.

This is the post btw:  

https://twitter.com/Kirigirisan346/status/1787534513171468474?t=b-WZFqBHOlI6YROuxJQhMA&s=19

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The sun was setting over the Showgrounds as SMG3 was dusting and cleaning the last of the cafe tables. Suddenly, the bell rang, signaling someone's arrival. Alerted by the sound, SMG3 raised his head in confusion, ignoring the surge of irritation that bubbled in his throat.

Who could possibly be entering at this hour? Didn't they see he was closed?

As soon as he looks up, ready to tell whoever had entered to buzz off, his confusion is replaced by annoyance. The irritation from earlier returned as he locked eyes with ocean blue.

"SMG4? What the hell are you doing here?"

His rival stood at the entrance with a sheepish smile as he approached the counter.

"I decided I wanted a coffee." SMG4 smiled. "My usual, please."

SMG3 scowled but went behind the counter, switching on the coffee makers and numerous machines as he prepared the order.

After SMG3 brought out SMG4's order, they chatted, exchanging cocky quips and comebacks, followed by moments of silence in which both were comfortable with each other, simply existing.

SMG3 was about to come up with a snarky joke involving SMG4 when suddenly his head felt a lot lighter than usual. Only when he raised a hand up to it, meeting air instead of fabric, did he realize why.

"OI! Give me back my hat!" SMG3 cried out indignantly, sitting up from the chair to snatch his hat back, to no avail as SMG4 stood up, raising it a little higher, just out of SMG3's reach.

SMG4 took a few steps back from the table, removed his hat, and placed it on a nearby table, where he put Three's on.

"I don't know, I think this hat fits me way better than you, don't you think, SMG3?" SMG4 asked cheekily, raising a hand to his face with a cocky smirk.

SMG3 huffed, looking away. Even if SMG4 did look good (which he didn't, the rizzless baka), he sure as hell wasn't gonna tell him that.

He still needed his hat back, though.

SMG3 approached SMG4, grabbing his rival's hat. He must've looked pissed because SMG4's smirk slowly started falling away, replaced by the look of someone who's just realized that they may have fucked up.

SMG3 grabbed one of SMG4's arms, snaking his other arm around Four's waist as he pulled his rival into a dip.

"Sure, but would that mean that yours would fit me better than you?" He said, watching as SMG4's eyes widened, his rival's face slowly going from pink to full glowing red as he registered his situation. He pulled SMG4 back up, grabbing his hat off Four's head and simultaneously putting his rival's back on his head.

"Now get outta here; it's getting late, and the shop's closed," SMG3 said, turning away, focusing on the sound of the bell ringing as he tried to ignore the thumping of his rapidly beating heart