Monophobia [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 2

A/N: Yea, finally, I'm done procrastinating, I will make this chapter for y'all!
(3rd Person Point Of View, I changed because I felt like it)
Holy fuck.
He has fair skin and gunmetal blue eyes, piercing but soft, all at the same time. What? "Piercing but soft"? 'I'm getting poetic or some shit, what the fuck?'
While Bokuto stares at the air in a daze, the customer passes by him, bumping into Bokuto slightly. He snaps back to reality, shaking his head, he tries to clear his thoughts. 'I just need my caffeine.'
"Sir? Are you going to order?" He whirls around to said person, it was the clerk. "Oh, sorry." He remove my sunglasses, rubbing my eyes sleepily.
"Oh, Bokuto, it's been awhile." says the Yukie, the bakery owner. "Yukie!" he booms, his exhaustion suddenly vanishing, "How ya doin'?" Yukie cringes at his obnoxiously loud voice, she dealt with his volume since high school, but poor Yukie never got used to it. "You don't have to be that loud, Bokuto." But of course, he pays to attention to her words, completely ignoring her suffering of having to deal with him and his...excessive excitement. "I'll have the usual." Bokuto says, for some reason continuously glancing back at the bakery entrance.
Yukie notices his odd behaviour, and immediately catches on, "That was Akaashi, he's a regular over here. He's clever, quite the looker, too." Yukie giggles.
"Eh? I never asked." Bokuto states, denying his curiosity. "You're so easy to read, you were obviously itching to know about Mr. Dark and Mysterious." She wiggles her eyebrows and continues to giggle.
"Gah! Just get me my coffee!" He exclaims, desperately attempting to change the subject. "Okie dokie!" Yukie says, dropping the conversation, but still smirking mischievously.
(We're all Yukie and you know it)
Bokuto sits down and sighs, rubbing his forehead. 'Oh, no,' Yukie's face falls in despair, knowing what's coming. 'He's going to start ranting about his favourite team on yesterday's game losing, isn't he?' However, much to the lady's surprise, he remains silent.
"Hey, Bokuto? Are you okay? You're lack of speech is scaring me." Bokuto's face is almost agonizing to look at, the loneliness oozing from his usually cheerful eyes. These past few weeks, he had been making these kinds of expressions before; dark, staring off into space, a sad, I-lost-my-pet-hamster-way. "Here's your coffee, you'll feel better after you've had your daily caffeine and sugar intake." She slides the mug of coffee and a banana muffin toward him. "Thanks." He says quietly, which was very, very, very, odd for him, considering his excessive volume, hell, Yukie even starts to miss it.
'What's going on with him?' Finally, he forms a sentence and interrupts the silence. But Yukie wishes he never said anything, because what he asks is to much to bear.
"Hey, why doesn't anyone love me?"

(Hah! I'm a terrible person, throwing angst at you so early into the plot. Or rather, I'm a terrible author. Soo, did you like it? I really hope you did. If I made any grammatical mistakes, please point it out as constructive criticism. Love y'all! Or whoever is actually still here...)