Sensei | Sasaki Haise ✓

➵ |15| Master Interrupter.

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As the midday sun bathed the quaint café in a warm glow, Haise and you sat at a cosy corner table tucked away from the bustling street outside. The ambiance was serene, with soft jazz music playing in the background, mingling with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the faint scent of flowers from a nearby vase.

Haise's eyes crinkled with genuine amusement as he listened intently to your animated storytelling, your gestures punctuating each anecdote with a playful flair. The dimpled smile on his face was contagious, reflecting the joy of your easy banter.

"[Y/N]," Haise chuckled, leaning slightly closer across the table, "you have a way with words. You're making this lunch far more entertaining than I anticipated."

Your cheeks coloured faintly, a shy smile tugging at your lips. "Well, what can I say? You bring out the storyteller in me," you replied, your voice light and teasing.

Your conversation ebbed and flowed effortlessly, weaving between shared laughter and moments of thoughtful introspection. The occasional touch of your hands as the two of you reached for the sugar or stirred your drinks sent a gentle thrill through you both, each touch lingering longer than necessary.

Between sips of coffee and bites of your meal, the topics meandered from playful teasing about favourite books to heartfelt discussions about dreams and aspirations. Haise found himself captivated by your passion and intellect, your eyes alight with enthusiasm whenever you spoke about something you loved.

"You know," Haise said, his tone low and intimate, "I've never met anyone quite like you, [Y/N]. You have this way of lighting up a room, even in the simplest moments."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, your gaze meeting his with a mixture of surprise and warmth. "And you," you murmured softly, "you have a way of making me feel like every moment is special."

Your mild flirtation danced on the edge of something deeper, a shared understanding that each word, each glance held a weight of unspoken meaning. The afternoon stretched languidly around the two of you, cocooning you in a bubble where only your laughter and whispered confidences existed.

Haise grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he leaned back slightly in his chair. "You know, [Y/N], if our lunches are going to turn into storytelling sessions like this, I might have to schedule them more often."

You laughed softly, a playful glint in your eyes. "Careful, Haise. You might spoil me with your charm and wit."

He pretended to consider this, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "Well, if it means I get to see that smile more often, I think it's a risk worth taking."

You chuckled, shaking your head. "Smooth, Haise, very smooth."

Your shared banter was interrupted by the sudden appearance of Rize, who strode into the café with purpose, her heels clicking against the tiled floor. Her arrival was like a splash of cold water on your warm, flirtatious bubble.

"There you are!" Rize exclaimed, her voice cutting through your conversation. "We have a lesson in twenty minutes and I need you to brief me on what's happening."

Haise glanced at Rize with a faint frown, his brow furrowing in mild annoyance at the interruption. "Right now, Rize? Can't it wait a bit?"

You, who had been enjoying your tête-à-tête, felt a twinge of irritation at Rize's abruptness. You bit your lip, trying to conceal your frustration. "Um, yeah, Rize, can't this wait until after lunch?"

Rize blinked, seemingly oblivious to the change in atmosphere. "Oh, sorry, but it's urgent. You know how important it is to be prepared."

Haise sighed softly, his gaze flickering between Rize and you. "I guess duty calls," he murmured, his tone apologetic as he turned to you. "I'm really sorry about this. Can we pick this up later?"

You managed a tight smile, trying to hide your disappointment. "Of course," you replied, your voice a touch cooler than before.

Rize glanced between you, sensing the tension but choosing to ignore it for the sake of professionalism. "I'll wait outside," she said to Haise, her tone brisk as she turned on her heel and exited the café.

Haise watched Rize leave with a conflicted expression, torn between his commitment to work and his desire to continue this enjoyable lunch. He turned back to you, his expression rueful. "I promise we'll finish this conversation later, okay? I really want to hear the rest of that story."

You nodded, your smile softening. "Yeah, I'd like that," you replied, your voice warmer again.

With a lingering glance and a promise in your eyes, the two of you parted ways momentarily, each carrying with you the anticipation of picking up where you had left off once duty allowed.

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