love is madness | kimetsu no yaiba (slow updates)

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coffee shop au + Douma–centric

He takes a sip from his cup of caffeine, ready to bid another goodbye to a hello that never once came.

Word count: 2.9k words

it's my first time writing a character centric oneshot (wherein a character doesn't have a specific pair), so this is quite the challenge for me~ hope y'all will enjoy reading!

requested by yuafujioka ~ i felt so happy after completing this request, i didn't know why XD hope you like it. sorry it took so long.

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I'm sorry something came up. I'm afraid I'll have to cancel today. I'll see you around some time.
Read 4:13 pm

The text is laid out in front of him, yet one hopeless guy can just stare right back at it, refusing to take in it's underlying meaning.

Can we not meet again?

I can't see myself being with you.

Sorry, I like someone else.

I don't think it's going to work.

You're disgusting.

"You're disgusting."

"Yes, I know that already. Is this some kind of spoken poetry with you expressing how you loathe my disgusting personality and disgustingly beautiful face?"

The response did one hit which brought the tension level higher by 33% on that fine Sunday morning, yet Douma couldn't be bothered. He'd been way too comfortable at sprawling his gigantic figure across the couch situated in his dearest friend's abode while absent-mindedly deleting texts in his phone. He badly wants to sip on his cup of espresso already.

It was the definition of paradise, minus the bitter words he'd read, the manly smell from all over the place, and the face of Akaza etched with annoyance due to him being the pink-haired man's unwelcomed visitor. God, he hated men and their distasteful facial expressions, even though he's a man himself.

"You're getting there, but not quite. Although, it might be a good way to hurl your disgusting ass out of my house if you don't get up this instant. Stop moping and start fixing yourself,or I'll drag you senseless down the hall."

He had no time to react when a soft and surprisingly fragrant object hit him square on the face. Sweet. Since when did Akaza start using perfume on his furniture?

"Aww fine. Why can't you just be nice to me, Hakuji? I'm heartbroken, you know."

Split second was all it took for him to breathe as another pillow knocked him down while he was about to get up. He sighs, pulling it off of his face to glance at Akaza's graciously fuming countenance. Damn, this guy must be getting all the bad luck in the world.

"Don't call me that, asshole!"

Douma lets out an airy chuckle, raising his arms in defeat, hoping it would calm down the pink-haired male. He must've missed his morning coffee.

"Alright, alright. Geez, couldn't even relax for a minute."

Akaza ignored him and continued to whisk things out of order inside his living room. Douma couldn't help but snicker inwardly at his companion's strange behavior.

"Is Koyuki coming over today?"

"..."

"Aha, well.." he starts, shifting his position and dangles his head upside down. "You wouldn't pretend you were this busy cleaning and kick me out if somebody hadn't started to tickle that almost stone hard blood-pumping muscle of yours. She's finally gotten you soft, huh? You even gave her the opportunity to call you by your first name and bake you cookies. Never knew you're the sugary type of guy. That Tweets for my Sweet song must've hit you that hard. Man, I'm so jealous."