A Collection of Soukoku Oneshots

Two shots

I HAVE BEEN INSPIRED. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST THAT TOOK *counts on fingers* SEVEN. SEVEN MONTHS. WHY AM I THIS WAY. (Feat. Shy/socially anxious Chuuchuu)
(Third person POV)

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Chuuya Nakahara, dressed for no special occasion in a pale blue T-shirt and baggy jeans that were really only baggy because they were too long, pushed the slightly squeaky door of the coffee shop open. The door triggered a small and high pitched bell to ring. It was early enough that no one was quite awake enough to turn their heads to the sound other than the barista who seemed to radiate the only energy in the room. Chuuya walked up to the counter with, luckily, no line and mildly eyed down the tall man before him.

He was hot. Very, very hot. But that didn't matter, seeing as it was about 5:30 am and Chuuya had to walk almost two miles to get to work.

"Hello, what'll you be having today, sir?" His smile was so warm it made Chuuya's stomach do back flips in every direction. That mixed with the wonderfully chocolate brown, wavy hair that flawlessly covered his head and most of his ears, was almost too much for the ginger boy. But despite everything, he calmly ordered.

"I, uh- I'll have a vanilla white chocolate mocha with two extra shots of espresso." He looked down, as to avoid the brunet noticing the heat rising to his cheeks.

"Alright, and can I get your name?" A questionable smirk crossed over the barista's face. Chuuya felt nervous because of it.

"Chuuya." He spoke quickly and watched the brunet, likely being the only one there at the moment, start working on his drink, and humming while doing it.

After a few minutes of nervous finger fidgeting and watching an incredibly attractive person work, the barista called out, rather loudly, and definitely unnecessarily, "Chuuya!"

The ginger flinched and held his hand out to grab his drink from... he read the same tag... Dazai. He looked at his cup.

Well shit.

This isn't my name.

"C-h-u-o-y-u-h..." He read out to himself quietly, staring at the cup. Not as quietly as he had anticipated, it seemed. Dazai showed that same grin from earlier for a split second and afterward burst out laughing. He laughed and laughed, he actually laughed so hard that he came to his knees. Chuuya felt somewhat like an idiot. He should have known something was coming just by the vibe he was giving off. He took a big, yet mildly reluctant sip from his mocha. Hey, at least the order was right. Dazai's boisterous laughing eventually came to a partial stop.

"Sorry man, I-" he kept laughing. "That was on purpose, I just- I just needed some entertainment here at the opening shift." He was, surprisingly enough, still laughing, but silently and out of breath now. And he was still on the floor.

"O-oh." Chuuya barely managed any sound to come out of his mouth. Once the taller man had finally, finally stopped laughing and got up off the floor, they were the only people left in there. Chuuya wasn't entirely sure why he didn't just take his drink and leave, but the captivation and radiance that this guy exuded was too much to miss out on. Especially when his job was working at a bar. No one is ever there in the morning except for other employees, so punctuality only matters if the boss is on shift, which is rarely this early. Today he was working with good old Higuchi. She was... fine. The point was, he could stay around here just a bit longer if it meant a little extra energy in the morning.