𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗹 !

Sabito was never a firm believer in love. Or to be honest, he never really thought about it. When you're a student, sometimes it feels like there quite literally isn't enough time for things like that. But something that the peachy-haired boy didn't realize was that love isn't an emotion or feeling that comes along with warning, nor does it fit into your agenda. It strikes your heart with Cupid's arrow when you very least expect it. Once said arrow skewers it's way into your heart, it's endgame. You're endgame. Love makes people fools, and Sabito learns that the hard way when he makes brief eye contact with his cashier at the local convivence store.

He came here for a simple quick breakfast and black coffee, but somehow now instead of on his way to the gym he's frozen on the spot by a single side glance from a pair of deep aquamarine eyes, pondering nearly every life choice he's ever made leading up to this very moment and what he did to deserve such an unbelievable blessing of a person right in front of him.

"Excuse me, sir, are you alright?" A feminine voice shook him out of his paradox, making his lavender eyes nearly pop straight out of his skull. For some reason he's totally amazed that this girl even talked to him, completely disregarding the fact that it's actually her job to do so. Choking up on his words, nearly unable to control his thoughts as this outworldly girl checks on him. Clearing his throat in a desperate attempt to regain reality, he places his cheap snacks on the runway of the cash register with a breathy sigh. "Yes, I'm fine."

"You seemed a little lost there. Like you were having a stroke." The girl laughs quietly, a gentle finger brushing a strand of soft black hair away from her porcelain skin. "It would be bad if we had another casualty on company property."

"Another?" He chokes out, desperately trying to spark up a conversation with the short girl in front of him. His calloused fingers fiddle with his wallet anxiously, digging out his change while the teenager at the counter finishes ringing up his things. She seems to notice his anxious behavior, amusement lighting up in her ethereal aqua eyes. "Well, we did have a murder here last month—,"

Sabito chokes on air, nearly dropping his change onto the ceramic tiled floor. His lavender optics wide, he turns his head back to the girl to see a small smile on her beautiful face, her body shaking lightly with laughter. "All jokes."

Nobody has ever made him feel like this. Sabito had always acknowledged himself as the manliest of men, bigger and stronger than everyone along side him but now, standing in front of a girl hardly half his height he feels so small and embarrassed like a shy boy in middle school. His cheeks burning a quiet shade of red, he tenderly presents his debt to the cashier with shaking hands. "I knew that!"

"Hmm." She giggles, depositing his cash into the metal box inside the register. Her pastel painted nails dancing over the label of his coffee, she slips it into a grocery bag. "This is the best brand. But I prefer my coffee much more sweet."

Great. A conversation starter. The peachy-haired teenager searches his mind for reply, thinking up an amazingly witty reply that would have this girl madly in love with him with a single sentence, but despite all of that glorification all he manages to say in response is, "Glad that you have good taste in coffee."

What the hell was that? He silently scolds himself, words clawing at the back of his throat to cover up his mistake and somehow continue this conversation of fate longer. He has never felt so helpless, and he can feel his cheeks getting warmer by the second as the girl behind the counter lets out another laugh so sweet it feels as if he'd get a cavity. "You're funny, you know that? My name is Makoto."

"Sabito." He musters, taking the paper bag she offers him gently and sinking his fingers into the eco-friendly texture. Their fingers contact briefly, her soft and mellow hands in contrast of his tough and calloused larger ones. The feeling of her brief touch alone is enough to make him faint, but the breath is nearly knocked out of him when she leans against the counter, a lazy arm resting against her cheek.

"Come see me again sometime, Sabito." She smiles, her pink-tinted lips bringing out her lethally-beautiful eyes.

If love makes people fools, then Sabito is the dumbest person in the world.

a/n
sorry if it's a little rushed! i've been lacking a lot of inspo lately (ﾉ>｡☆)ﾉ