[Weak Hero X Reader] Romance 101 [OLD VERSION]

Cafe Sherlock

On your first day of work, you were nearly late. Once the last bell rang, you immediately bolted out the classroom, down the hall, and out the gates. Unfortunately your navigational skills were still shit and you were running down several streets. Miraculously, you made it to Cafe Sherlock just in time for your shift. You hurried to the back, tossed your bag into your locker, and threw on an apron.

It was a rather slow day, which you were grateful for. That meant that there weren't a lot of customers at the moment so there wasn't a lot of actual working you had to do. You stayed at the counter and quietly hummed your favorite tune and gently tapped your fingers to the beat.

This type of work was...strange. Well, it was strange to you. Yeah, you've sometimes had to go undercover as a server from time to time for your missions, but it had not been your primary job. Your actual job had been an assassin. You were given missions that could be a swift kill or could take time over the course of several weeks. A few of your missions did take a few months though that was rare.

This...felt peaceful. But at the same time, you fidgeted nervously. You still weren't used to this line of work. Having such leisure due to lack of customers was so foreign. Perhaps with time, you'd grow used to it. But you had already spent so many years as a criminal. Old habits are hard to break.

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Third Person POV

"I have something very important to discuss," Ben said once the group had gathered. "It's about [Your Name],"

"What about her?" Eugene asked. "The...the Hyeongshin students she attacked didn't die, right? Oh no, are we accomplices in the murder case!?"

"Nobody died!" Ben told him. "But I'm worried about [Your Name] because she doesn't seem comfortable around us. She's always quiet and keeps to herself. I think she feels like she's left out of the group,"

"We don't really know much about her either," Alex added. "What are her hobbies or interests?"

"She reads manga," Gray answered. "When she should be paying attention in class, she instead reads manga,"

"So I've decided that to let her feel more welcomed in the group, we'd throw her a party!" Ben suggested.

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Donald Na was not one to change his preferences as long as he wasn't tired of it. He preferred the coffee and treats from Starlucks. They were tasty and their quality had been consistent over time. But when he saw a familiar face in Cafe Sherlock, he entered the cafe and walked over to the counter. "[Your Name],"

Your POV

Your peaceful mood was interrupted when you saw Vampire Boy walk in and approach the counter. You still treated him like any other customer. "Hello, welcome to Cafe Sherlock. Would you like a seat at the counter or at a table?"

"The counter," Vampire Boy slid onto an empty chair.

"Of course," You handed him a menu.

"I'll take a glass of chocolate milk, a ham and cheese sandwich, and a chocolate cheesecake,"

"It'll be ready shortly," As you prepared his order, you could feel his gaze on you. You didn't look at him and instead focused on making the ham and cheese sandwich. Once the cheese was melted and the bread was toasted, you slid it onto a plate. You then opened the fridge and removed the chocolate cheesecake and put a slice onto a smaller dessert plate. You then put the remaining cheesecake into the fridge, grabbed the chocolate milk, and poured a cup. You placed all three items in front of Vampire Boy. "Thank you for waiting,"

He took a long sip from his glass of chocolate milk but did not break eye contact with you. He picked up his fork and took a bite. Some cream was on the sound of his mouth and you watch as he swiped his tongue out to get it.

Fuck.

You hadn't realized that you had been staring.

To make matters worse, "Damien" had caught you staring.

"Take a picture," Vampire Boy smirked as he broke eye contact and decided to focus on his sandwich. "That way you could stare at me all you want,"

You rolled your eyes. "All I want? I already see enough of you as is, Vampire Boy," You froze upon realizing that you had let your nickname for him slip.

"Damien" had a single eyebrow raised. "You know that I'm not an actual vampire, right? You've seen me out in the sun,"

"It's just a nickname I have for you," You mumbled and looked at the door, hoping that more customers would come.

"Since you have a nickname for me, it's only fair that I have a nickname for you," He once again leaned closer so your faces were once again only a mere inches away from each other. "Wifey,"

'Why did that old lady have to mistake us for a couple?' You gave him an annoyed and unamused look. "How expected,"

"And you thought that you're the only one that compares me to a vampire?"

"Touché,"

More customers entered so you had to cut the conversation short and focus on your job.

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Vampire Boy waited until your shift was over before leaving with you. "Why'd you wait for me?" You inquired.

"Something's wrong with my phone and I hoped that you could fix it," He passed his phone to you.

"What's wrong with it?" You weren't a tech wiz but depending on the problem, you might be able to help. 'Strange. He's definitely well off since he wears designer brands. He could just bring it to the phone shop to have it repaired or even just buy an entirely new one,'

"It doesn't have your number in it,"

You promptly punched his arm. "I didn't know you used cheesy pickup lines. Maybe I should call you Cheesy Boy instead," You took his phone and inputted your phone number. "I'm putting Kakashi as your contact photo,"

"Is it because of the hair?"

"Yep. And because he has a Sharingan which is red,"

Google says that "wifey" is a condescending way of referring to a person's wife or a woman, especially an old or uneducated one. But the way Donald is saying it is a form of endearment similar to the way someone calls their husband "hubby." I've also read some stories where some people refer to their wife as "wifey" in a non-offensive manner.

Reader saved Donald's contact as "Cheesy Vampire."

Next chapter...someone from Reader's past appears. It's an OC.