Broken Smile [Tsukkiyama] -ON HOLD-

Chapter 3

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Storm came crashed without a knock
With even no key, have break the lock
Crashed thy place then leave the rest
Now all stuck in this stupid mess

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Broken Smile
Chapter 3 -

Continuous clinging of door chimes was heard as a freckled lad called Yamaguchi was busily, rather hurriedly, cleaning the counter. The door that his back faced suddenly opens, making a loud 'thud' that makes Yamaguchi jump, startled.

"Ah~ Yamaguchi-kun!" a dark haired man exhaled as he wipe his hands in a piece of cloth hanging around his slim waist.

"Hey~ ya doin' great?" said the other man with an odd color of hair following behind. The freckled boy hummed and despite being busy, still manage to do a half-bow in respect to the older.

"Yeah...I'm doing fine, Kuroo-san, Bokuto-san. Thanks for checking" he then replied.

"Are you finished then?" Kuroo asks, seems about to prompt out something to him. Yamaguchi perks up at him as he shyly speaks.

"In just a few...I guess?"

"Oho~ " odd haired Bokuto cling his arm on Yamaguchi's shoulders.

"Care to make me some coffee-?"

"Oi! I was going to ask him that! Why are you interfering, huh?" Kuroo immediately remove Bokuto's arm around the poor boy

"Ehhhhhh?? I ask him first though!" Bokuto argued

"Still!.." Kuroo then retorted back

The two 'fight' in front of the awkward freckled trying his best to tone them both down. How childish they are, fighting over only a cup of coffee?

Yamaguchi sighed, almost giving up. They are always like this, teasingly fighting over small things.

"I...did not sign up for this"

..sigh...how did I end up here again?

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It was another cold winter day, there's no hint of the sun's ray. The cold was getting unbearable but it seems that somebody's head is heated that it might beat the cold breeze.

"I- I told you already, mister I did not-"

"SHUT YOUR FACE! WHAT DO YA WANT HUH? IS THIS ANOTHER MODUS?"

Yamaguchi is sweating really bad because of the heated confrontation he is currently having now.

He is quietly having a time with himself awhile back when this man with masculine feature accidentally bumped into him. The said incident got the freckled to be accused of stealing something. As to what he currently looks, it's really undeniably suspicious but accusing somebody would be too much.

"A-ah! Sir, could we at least talk this through?" he said to the guy who is firmly holding up his shirt. By now, such scene definitely would lure some audience and it wasn't even a little helpful.

"F*ck off! Do you think I could let you slide!? You--" the man was about to throw a fist when a voice from the crowd interrupts.

"Oi, oi! Don't you think you kids need to chill?"

Yamaguchi's eyes quivered by the sight of a familiar person. With his odd black hair and a smug face-