「Anime x Reader One Shots」

Caffeine (Nishiki Nishio x Reader)

Anteiku was always the coffee shop to be at. It was small, quaint, and just so happened to be your favorite spot to be. It was hardly ever overly crowded so it was the perfect place for you to relax and write with a warm cup of coffee in your hands. It was peaceful. At least, it was whenever that snarky waiter wasn't working.

It was a miracle that he even still had a job there. You've witnessed his temper several times throughout the countless months you've been visiting the coffee shop. Whether it be yelling at clumsy co-workers or arguing with rude customers, he always inputted his opinion even when it wasn't needed nor wanted.

His arrogant attitude didn't stop with them, though. He always seemed to have enough energy to make comments whenever he saw you. You jumped when a new cup of coffee was placed on your table, stealing your attention away from your writing.

"Isn't this, like, your fifth cup of coffee today?" the hazelnut-haired man questioned with an annoyed sigh before taking a seat across from you. "Are you trying to give yourself a heart attack?"

"At least it would spare me from you," you quipped back, a smirk forming on your lips.

"Yet you're always coming back for more, sweetheart," Nishio replied cockily.

A faint blush spread across your face. You picked up the coffee cup and took a sip of it in an attempt to hide the bright red. He was right; there was no use in even trying to deny it. As much as you loved Anteiku, it would feel woefully incomplete without this asshole and his aggravating comments.

"What is it you're always writing?" he asked curiously as he attempted to peer over at the screen of your laptop.

"Words."

"Tch. Smartass." With those final words, he stood up and headed towards the stairs that led to, what you assumed to be, living quarters for some of the employees. "I'm off. Try not to burn this place down while I'm gone."

You felt almost disappointed that his shift was finally over. You knew it was probably about time for you to leave as well. After six hours and five cups of coffee, it probably would've been a good idea for you to leave before you hyped yourself up with any more caffeine.

Closing your laptop, you started gathering all your stuff together when you noticed that someone had sat down in the seat across from you. You looked up excitedly, expecting it to be Nishio again, but you were disappointed to see a strange man that you didn't even know. You didn't know why, but his presence made you uncomfortable.

"Hey, there," he said with a charming smile, extending his arms across the small table.

"Oh, um, hello?" you replied, making it sound more like a question than a regular statement. He was probably mistaking you for someone else. Perhaps a blind date.

"You're here often, aren't you?"

It wasn't until that statement that you finally realized it... This guy was flirting with you. Yes, he was fairly attractive, but he had to be at least five years older than you and obviously a player. You weren't about to give someone like him the time of day.

"You're observant, aren't you?" you snapped back, breaking eye contact from him as you continued to pack up your belongings.

He chuckled slightly. "How 'bout we have a cup of coffee together before you leave."

"I've already had more than enough coffee."

"Then we can go somewhere else to eat," he insisted, gritting his teeth together as he spoke. It was obvious his patience was wearing thin, but so was yours and you were far more stubborn.

"I really have to go," you quickly said as you stood up with your bag in your hand. You tried moving past him, but he blocked your way and tightly gripped your arm.

"C'mon," he spoke gruffly, anger obvious in his voice. "What kind of bitch doesn't even give a guy a chance."

His anger was flaring dangerously high and grip he had on your arm only tightened more. He showed no signs of releasing you and you knew you didn't stand a chance with him alone. Tugging your arm with all your might did nothing but hurt yourself even more.

"Just one date."

"I said no."

"Oh, c'mon-"

"I don't know if you're fucking deaf or something, but I could've sworn she said no," a familiar voice said. Looking towards it, you saw Nishio standing at the bottom of the staircase with his coat draped over his arm. He looked absolutely furious. Out of all of the time you've spent here, you've never once seen him this pissed off before.

"Stay the hell out of it, man," the guy said, turning his attention back to you. His free hand moved up to touch your face when you quickly slapped his hand away. His hand flew up again as if to slap you and you braced for impact, but it never came.

Within those brief seconds, Nishio somehow managed to fly across the room and punch the man square in the face before he could hit you. The force of the blow pushed him into the wall before he collapsed to the ground. Blood streaked down his face and his nose was obviously broken.

"Now get your ass out of here and stay the hell away from her," Nishio roared as he picked up the trembling man by his shirt collar. "If I ever see your ugly mug anywhere near her again, I'll break every fucking bone in your goddamn body."

After being released by the bespeckled terror, the man quickly scrambled out of the usually peaceful coffee shop. Nishio turned to you, wiping the blood on his hand on a napkin he picked up. He cautiously took a step towards you as if worried you would flinch away, but you embraced this man who you usually found irritating into a hug.

"Thank you," you whispered before pulling away.

Shock was written all over his features, but he quickly recovered. "Yeah, uh, it was nothing. I can't have Anteiku's usual customer getting hurt, now can I?"

You smiled, amused by his pathetic cover-up. "Of course not."

"Just... Stay away from guys like him. Okay, (Y/N)?"

"I will," you promised with a nod. "Don't worry, guys like him aren't really my type anyway."

"Oh? Let me guess; you like quiet, loner guys like yourself who spend all their time buried in a book."

"Nope," you replied with a knowing smirk as you headed towards the door. Just before you walked out of the shop, you turned to face him one last time. "I like guys with glasses who act like an asshole, but are secretly a big sweetheart."

You turned and walked out, leaving him completely and utterly speechless for once in his life.