Grande

Chapter 2: Bokuto finds a cutie

"BRING BRING BRRRR" Daichi's cell phone rang as he left Ennoshitas apartment. He glanced at the screen to see that it was Bokuto.
"What is it now?" He said into the receiver, sighing.
"DAICHI PLEASE COME MEET ME AT STARBUCKS THERES A CUTE GUY HERE PLEASE COME.." Daichi cut him off.
"Jeez Bo, calm down. Please talk slower. What's up."
"DAI I ORDERED A COFFEE FROM THIS CUTE BARISTA AND HE WROTE HIS NAME AND HIS NUMBER ON THE CUP WHAT THE FUCK TO I DO" Bokuto was yelling into the phone, clearly having no regard for Daichi's eardrums.
"Should I come over there now?"
"YES DAI HES SO CUTE!" Jesus fuck. Daichi thought as he hung up and sighed. He ruffled his hair and headed to the Starbucks. It was about 4 blocks away, Ennoshita, Bokuto, and him all lived within walking distance from each other on the outskirts of Tokyo. Kuroo and Kenma lived closer to the center.
About ten minutes later, Daichi pushed open the door to the crowded Starbucks and stood awkwardly in a corner, scanning the crowd for his friend.
"DAI" an overly excited voice shouted over the crowd. Everyone turned to look at the man who had yelled, most of the people gawking at his owl-like appearance.
"Bo...be quieter! We are in a public place!" Daichi scolded as bokuto raced towards him, almost dropping his coffee.
"Daichi look... he's right there..." bokuto whispered, *ok it's fucking bokuto we all know that wasn't a whisper* pointing to a very attractive dark haired guy working the cash register. He smiled at a costumer, and Daichi glanced at his friend, who's mouth was hanging open.
"He's so cuteeee Daiiiichiiiii" bokuto whined, his eyes looking glassy due to the cuteness overload. *my dear readers please imagine the anime bokuto with sparkles and tears streaming down his face. Thanks.*
"Hmm... he's cute... now why am I here again?" Daichi questioned, and Bokuto glared at him.
"Didn't you hear anything I said on the phone?! He wrote his NAME on MY CUP!!!!!" Bokuto said excitedly and half the store turned to look at him, including the barista, who giggled. Bokuto melted at the sight, fainting in Daichhi's annoyed arms. *same Daichi same. I love this owl child but really*

Daichi sat Bokuto down at a table, and while he regained consciousness, proceeded to look around. There were only four workers, Bokuto's cutie, a small, shy guy with dyed blond hair, a freckled covered kid, and a hyper looking redhead. Suddenly, Daichi caught a glimpse of silver hair by the trash cans. He craned his neck to see the back of what seemed to be a woman restocking the milk and sugar containers.
She turned around, and Daichi realized that she wasn't a she at all. Daichi rubbed his eyes to make sure that a person this beautiful could be real, but he wasn't dreaming at all. The man a little way away from him started to move closer to Daichi, letting him have a better look.

He had soft brown eyes with dark, long eyelashes, and his face seemed to be almost perfectly proportioned. There was a small mole by his left eye, and his silver hair framed his face nicely. The corners of his mouth were lifted just a little into a casual smile. His lips looked plump and soft, and were parted slightly. Daichi's eyes moved down his figure, assessing his slim body. And then those hips. His eyes lingered on the delightful curve of the mans hips, even as Bokuto tapped his shoulder repetitively.
"Daichi! Daichi! Daichi... he's looking at me! He's looking at me!"
Bokuto said, trying to get his friend's attention. However, Daichi's eyes were fixated on the silver haired man.
"Dai... who are you looking at?" He then saw the object of Daichi's attention and smirked at the blush on Daichi's face.
"I see. Who's that?"
"Nobody. What were you saying?" Daichi replied, his head snapping back to his friend.
"Nothing. It's nothing, Dai." Bokuto said, deciding to leave this one alone. He had learned not to press. Daichi played around with men. When they were in college, he brought someone to his dorm nearly every night. Bokuto hated it. He hated the way that his friend constantly threw people away like that. But everyone has their reasons, don't they? At least Bokuto hoped there was a reason.
"Do you still need me here, or can I go?" Daichi asked, exasperated. Bokuto nodded slowly. He was upset with the way that Daichi just didn't care about anything anymore.
He stood up, making his way out of the cafe, leaving Bokuto at the table. As he was heading home, it started to rain.
Perfect. Fucking perfect. He thought as he ran through the drops, as he didn't have an umbrella.