don't cry over spilled coffee

the first meeting

Kuroo's POV
His golden eyes first met mine a few weeks ago. They held so much power over me that, for a reason unknown to me, I was held speechless for a split second. As he looked over the options, my mid ran with short, desperate thoughts about this guy. He looked about college-age, with his blonde and black hair gathered up in a small ponytail. Many would think him average, but he held himself with a prideful air and an intelligent gaze that seemed analyse every single detail about oneself.  In short, he was perfect.
For what seemed hours, all his full pink lips held my attention. So beautiful... so captivating... A single sigh escaped my lips as I daydreamed, and he looked up from his pondering. "Yes?" he asked, sounding curious and knowing at the same time. He had a silky voice that could probably match sirens, but he sounded bored. Oh shit... did that just happen?... my mind ran a few marathons as I tried to regain my composure. "Uh, it's nothing?" I replied nervously, obviously flustered as I awkwardly stood up straight, hoping to impress him. He looked unimpressed. Oops. Oh well. I could feel my ears turning red as I stumbled on absolutely nothing and almost fell. The beautiful stranger just looked around the coffee shop, almost as if to make me feel better. In my moments of embarrassment, I noticed a few more details about him. He was wearing a (probably old) red volleyball shirt with a black cat in the corner. He had long curly brown lashes that framed his eyes perfectly and brought out the color in his pupils. His long legs were covered with cargo shorts, and he was wearing white converse.
I regained my balance and he looked at me once again. Noticing my name tag, he started to speak. "So... Kuroo... What's your specialty of the day?" I started sweating nervously (most likely from the pressure) and stuttered out "Uh..." I checked the board quickly hoping he wouldn't notice (he noticed), " um... The Double Chocolaty Chip Crème Frappuccino is the current most popular one, so I'd suggest that." I gave myself a mental high five for not messing up on the name and let off a seductive smirk, which, as expected, had no effect on him. Oh well. He nodded, ordering that and a brownie. Wow. This guy must really like chocolate, I added that to my mental description of him. I wrote the order out, and he paid in cash.
It was around the time most of the others' shifts started, and most of my coworkers were eating to go breakfasts behind the counter. The shop was beginning to fill up a little bit more, with an elderly couple that had (apparently) been out jogging, and a group of college students that were joking around in the corner of the store. Daichi, our manager, reprimanded them and told them quiet down or they'd be thrown out. Some of them called out to the one in front of him, calling him Kenma, and asked him to sit with them. He muttered a no before bringing his attention back to me, "how long will it take for the coffee to be ready?" He asks wonderingly. I shrug and turn towards our top coffee makers, Tanaka and Nishinoya. "Yo; when will the coffee be ready?" I holler at them. They look up from their frantic coffee making and look at me with amusement. "You do know there's like twenty more people whose orders we have to make, right? While you two were flirting all the other people made their orders, so that little guy's coffee won't be ready for a good ten to fifteen minutes," seeing both of our disappointed faces, he put his arms up in muted surrender, " maybe you can use the time to know each other better or some shit like that." Tanaka went back to his work, starting to joke with Nishinoya, leaving me and Kenma standing there, astounded and slightly disappointed.
Kenma's POV
My morning had been doing a three-sixty until I saw the guy at the counter. True, I'm as straight as anyone could be, but this guy just... calls out to me. His messy, unkempt hair was laid back on one side, messy on the other. He was tidying up what little mess there was, singing a familiar tune under his breath. "You were the song stuck in my head, every song that I've ever loved, played again and again and again," his soft voice bounced around the room, trapping mein its snare. "And you can get what you want, but it's never enough, and I spin for you like your favorite records used to, and I spin for you like your favorite records used to." At this point I wasn't even sure if I was awake anymore, the voice was so beautiful. Luckily (or unluckily, it didn't matter), the song ended. " I spin, I spin, I spin, I spin for you, for you, for you, for you, for yeah!" His voice cracked a little bit in the last part, but it just made me like it more.
I gave off a little cough, hopefully enough to capture his attention. The guy (Kuroo apparent from his name tag) gave off a little start as he straightened up and almost slipped over his own feet. "Good morning?" Kuroo waved awkwardly, obviously embarrassed. "Hello, uh.. welcome to Starbucks?" The guy was obviously (for some reason) attracted to me, and it made me blush a little bit as I realized that fact. I've never been the attractive guy, no girl wanted to get involved with me, and, to be honest, it kind of made me want other people to notice me as much as I noticed other. It's weird, trust me. But, anyway, I walked up to the counter and started going over the choices.
Or not. I was actually just trying to get close to him. For some reason he seemed familiar to me, but I just couldn't get my finger on why. Maybe it was his eyes, with narrowed, cat-like pupils and a sly look about him. My best guess? Probably just that I seemed to relate to him. Both spiritually and physically. Well... actually maybe not physically; unlike me, he has a sturdy build, and is quite tall. I'm considered average sized, but most of my old classmates called me short. Probably because they were as close to giants as you could possibly be. Especially that idiot guy that pushed me into the fountain once. Never saw him after that, probably (hopefully) expelled. Oh well.
I finally looked up, expecting him to be annoyed, exasperated even, but in reality he was eyeing me with an intensity even I can't classify. I guess the attraction was mutual. I put on my softest (most bored) voice I could manage, and asked him what the special was for today. Kuroo got his arms off the counter, looking startled. After a bit of delay, he looked up at the board, and stuttered out an answer. A really chocolaty drink apparently. Along with that I chose a brownie, hoping he'd notice my fondness for sweets. It worked. I could see his mind working, most likely adding that to a mental list.
According to baldy and spiky, my coffee would take a long time, but that was fine by me. Some friends from my dorm called out to me, so I ignored them, simply shaking my head at them in a matter that they would understand. By flipping them off.
Kuroo looked a bit awkward but attempted to make up for it with a smirk, but failed miserably. Anyone could see that he was ready to give up and/or die, so I decided to be merciful and attempted to start up a conversation. "So... um... what's your favorite volleyball team?" I was actually kinda curious, since he seemed like the volleyball type. "The Chuo University team," he answered, cautious about my advances. I'm pretty sure my face showed a bit of surprise, but that was fine by me. It just reassured him. "Didn't they win the past two years?" I knew they did, but he seemed to like this subject so I pushed it on further.
My idea worked, and he didn't shut up for a full fifteen minutes, just enough time for my coffee to be ready. I grabbed it and my brownie, made my farewells clear, then walked out with the people from my school, who'd been waiting all this time for me to finish so I could go with them. Putting a bit of speed on my step I say goodbye to the elderly couple, and as I was walking out the door I looked back to see Kuroo's face and was saddened at the disappointment in his face. Oh. I forgot to say goodbye to him. I turned at the last second and bowed, "goodbye Kuroo-chan."
And that's the last I saw him for a long time.