Grass

Enter Josuke

The occasional glance from the barista speaking to Okuyasu and the bright flickering lights overhead made you wary of what situation you were actually in. It had gone from an adventurous morning to a back room nightmare.

He peered over to you before walking back to the table with a muffin in one hand and a mug in the other. He set them both in front of you before propping his head up on his hand to watch you. "So, [y/n]. What do ya like to do at home?"

You smiled just thinking about getting to have some fun when your parents weren't home. "I like to read and watch those romance shows on the tv. Sometimes when my parents let me I paint a picture of a flower in our garden. I also like the books my mom keeps hidden in her room." Other thoughts started to come up in your head making you rant. "When I was 12 I had a friend who would play with me in the yard but he moved away and my parents never liked any one else. Day dreaming is a great hobby too."

He sat listening to you spill about all the times you've had fun or enjoyed something in the slightest. Okuyasu smiled and nodded. "Happy, huh?" His smile turned to a short frown as he decided what to say. "How old are you?"

Sitting up proudly, you announced your new age in triumph. He clapped and gave you a sweet "happy birthday."

An awkward silence fell over you both as he adjusted his t shirt against his sweaty chest, the chill facade he had been putting on slowly melting away. His flip phone began to buzz loudly in the pocket of the jacket you were wearing, causing you to jump. Okuyasu reaches over and slipped his hand into the chest pocket of the jacket, pulling the flip phone out to answer it.

"Oi, Josuke." The muttering back over the phone was unintelligible, but Okuyasu seemed comforted by the words. "Okay, thanks bro." Snapping the phone shut he glanced in your direction, slightly worried. "I'm not gonna be takin ya home, [y/n]."

You mulled over how you felt. Maybe you should just go home but even sitting in the dusty cafe made you feel like you were living in a dream. "Okuyasu." Saying his name felt strange, but helped you put a perspective on the situation. "Why don't you want to take me home? You've seemed suspicious of me in general."

He rubbed the back of his neck and looked away from you, visibly nervous. "Look, [y/n]. These days it ain't normal to find a half naked woman on the beach. Well it ain't normal in general. You look rough n all. I'm just concerned." His face distorted into a half smile before he jolted at the sound of the door opening.

In walked a man with a boisterous hairstyle sticking off his head and a swanky jacket covered in pins. "Yo, Oku," he nodded towards Okuyasu. The smile plastered across his face shifted into a grimace as he laid eyes on your wet hair dripping over Okuyasu's jacket. "Hi." He was less enthusiastic to address you but sauntered over anyways.

With the atmosphere becoming more awkward by the second, Okuyasu decided it was time to introduce his friend. "Uh, this's my buddy Josuke. He don't bite."

Josuke gave you a full bow, that you hesitantly reciprocated, your posture making him stifle a laugh. "H-hi, Josuke."

He took a seat across from you next to Okuyasu, giving him a pat on the shoulder. "Oku, it seems you've got your hands full now, bud."

Okuyasu looked at the table too in silence. He seemed to start sweating even more despite the cool air of the shop. "Josuke I don't know what I'm gunna do," his voice cracked. "I'm so worried, bro, I thought I was gonna have a heart attack."

The tears forming in Okuyasu's eyes made Josuke grimace. "Oku, it'll be fine. How about we just ask her how she's feeling about it?"

You were in utter shock at the men in front of you. There was nothing to prepare you for a grown man crying over you today. "Uh... I'm okay. It's okay." Scared to continue you glanced at Okuyasu's flushed face and immediately looked away, flustered. "Please don't worry so much." Using what you had learned from the TV romcoms, you tried to reassure him by holding out your hand for him.

Being the hopelessly lost man he was, Okuyasu sniffled and grabbed your hand, probably hoping it would make you both feel better. Josuke, however, was thrown for a loop.

"What-" he stuttered, but was interrupted by Okuyasu screeching out of his chair still holding your hand.

As if your hand had given him some confidence, he regained his senses. "[y/n], lets take ya to get some proper clothes, aight?" You nodded frantically in response and followed him, still slightly shaken.

Josuke stared at you both, jaw on the floor, as you shuffled out behind him. He jumped out of his chair to catch up to you. "What're you guys up to? What the hell was that?"