One shots

Cafe (MadxVirus)

Virus' pov

Every single fucking day.

That stupid tease came in.

I worked at the local Internet cafe in town. Serving the coffees to the costumers, cleaning cups, blah blah blah.

And everyday for the past three months. He came in.

His hair was always so tidy, the black mane sweeping behind a broken white mask, that sat to the side of his face. His crimson red eyes always left me in a trance. Wearing the same hoodie and jeans that just make me wanna grab that ass!

Oh gosh, I'm daydreaming at work again.

"YO VI."

I snapped my attention to my manager. I was supposed to be washing dishes, but instead I was scrubbing one plate for 15 minutes, thinking of him.

"Y-yes sir?"

"Get off dishes and make yourself useful! We got orders that need takin out!"

"Okay..."

I put the dishes down and dried off my hands. Walking over to the kitchen window I grabbed a dark coffee and jelly filled donut with Nutella glaze order. Table 31.

Goddammit.

His table.

We a loud frustrated sigh I made my way over. There he sat. At his laptop. What does he always do on that thing? Probably look at porn or read fanfiction.

He didn't pay attention to me when I got up there so I cleared my throat.

He looked up at me. Goddammit those eyes.

"Yes?" He said in a deep tone. If I wasn't already gay he just made the mark I was.

"Dark coffee, no sugar, and cream whip with a jelly-Tella donut?" I said as orderly as I could, setting the coffee and donut down.

"Actually, I asked for sugar." He said raising a brow.

Of course the cafe had to mess up. I pulled out a tab of sugar I kept in my serving apron and sat them by the coffee. "Sorry about that."

"No problem. Say, when's your break?"

"Five minutes..." I had been counting every second so I could bolt out and be free for an hour.

He smiled. Dammit.

"Why don't you join me?"

I'm sure my face was flustered. I slowly nodded before I made my way back to serve the other dishes.

Ten minutes later

Finally!! I took five minutes to change out of my apron and stupid workers shirt, into my blue tank top. Then I made my way out into the tables and found where mister always there was.

"So you decided not to ditch me." He chuckled as I sat down beside him.

"Hey, I got nothin better to do."

"Is that so, Virus?"

How the hell did he know my name.

"I can call you by your name right? I mean, it's on your workers tag." He said, practically reading my questioning thoughts.

"U-uhm yeah, sure! But only if I can call you yours..."

"Mad." He said with a smirk.