𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲-𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 | Miya Osamu x Reader (discontinued)

➳ 02

Their little journey to the café was filled with numerous insults and fights from the two, fighting over nonsense. Even if not the nicest words were coming out of their mouths, they were having a lot of fun hanging out around each other.

The main topic, obviously, was food. That's what happens when two gourmands meet face-to-face and fight over one singular strawberry-flavored ice cream.

The cherry blossoms were falling on their hair and surrounding them like they were the center of attention. It was like time around the world stopped as the two chatted like good old friends. The sun was burning them at the same time, almost as it was smiling directly to them and was welcoming them warmly into its embrace.

It took them a mere 10 minutes to arrive to the café, which was opposite to the ancient bus-station the girl took when it was pouring cats and dogs.

"That's my station right there!" The girl exclaimed excitedly as she pointed her index to the bus-stop opposite of the café.

"Let's go, I'm getting really hot outside." He lazily said as he was already walking in and closing the door behind him on the girl.

The girl frowned at his rather disrespectful action and dead-panned for the 20th time this day. She entered dramatically and trailed behind the boy like a little puppy. Well, not a puppy, more like a grumpy German Shepherd.

In an instant, her expression changed to those of kids' when they see a toy and instantly want it. Her eyes illuminated, almost like they had stars in them as they met all these ice creams and shining metallic trays. Like a little kid, she crouched down and stuck her face to the glass which was cooling the ice creams down and was keeping them safe from people like her.

And then, here it was.

Her beautiful and wonderful strawberry-flavored ice cream.

"'Got an excited one right there. How can I help you kids?" A man wearing a sea-blue apron and with jet-black hair asked, lazily smiling but with a hint of sweetness.

"Two strawberry-flavored ice creams please." The ash-haired boy said as he put up two fingers from his right hand.

"Cones?" The man asked, already scooping up the teenagers' prize.

"Cones." The boy nodded slightly as he looked down to find the girl still intensely staring at the ice cream.

"Sure thing." And with a swift movement, the man placed the scoops in golden cones.

"Two strawberry-flavored ice creams!" He shouted as he gave out the two cones in one hand.

The male teenager took them and started searching through his pockets for the money. But he was interrupted by the girl snatching one cone from his hands and already tasting it like a tiger that hasn't eaten in days.

Her eyes widened like she just saw a ghost, and a wide smile planted on her lips.

"This ice cream right there is bound to getting a Grammy Award or whatever! This is pure art, and the presentation is so simple yet so amazing!!" She examined it in detail as she turned to the man.

"Sir, ever planned on becoming one of the greatest sellers of ice creams in the world? I'll be your first fan with this guy right there." She exclaimed as she slung her arm around the boy's shoulder and licked the ice cream tastefully.

The man laughed at her unusually nice comments. He never received so much appreciation in one day, and this warmed his heart up more than the sun.