It Was Spring

"You okay? You look like you're constipated."

It was the first thing he had ever said to the blonde stranger even if he did see him multiple times during the week. He really should have been showing more respect, perhaps starting to work on some orders before Kida murdered him. When eyes were narrowing at his direction, his lips molded into a teasing smile.

They were speaking over the ruckus of the mechanical blenders, the chattering of friendly baristas, and the pleasant laughter of regular customers. It was then that he decided that Shizuo was far more entertaining than anything else. He always had been.

"Why do you keep looking at me like that?"

He had to bite his tongue

"I guess you remind me of someone I used to know."