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The first thing Oikawa felt when he rounded the corner were grabby hands pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt and then shoving him up against a wall. Oikawa gasped as the wind was knocked out of him and his back was met with the pale walls of the studio.
Immediately, a mouth descended upon his and started to aggressively nip at his lips.
“Suga…” Oikawa gasped, trying to address the man pressing against him but failing to do so.
Sugawara hummed and welcomed Oikawa’s hands tugging at his hair, his own coursing along Oikawa’s sides. Satisfied with his work, he left Oikawa’s swollen lips behind and began his way down Oikawa’s jaw and towards his neck.
“Eep!” a tiny noise erupted from behind Sugawara.
Oikawa didn’t seem to have noticed, his eyes still fluttering shut and neck bared to Sugawara, but Sugawara heard the noise loud and clear. He smirked against Oikawa’s skin before detaching himself, turning around calmly to meet Kuroo’s wide eyes.
Oikawa didn’t notice Kuroo’s presence, but he definitely noticed the lack of Sugawara’s presence as he whined low in his throat and pawed at Sugawara’s back.
Sugawara gave Kuroo a Cheshire grin before he stuck out his tongue, waggled it from side to side, then pressed a finger against his own lips. “Shhh…” he mouthed before he turned back to Oikawa to give his full attention.
Oikawa groaned lightly when Sugawara latched back onto his collarbone. That shook Kuroo out of his frozen state and Sugawara couldn’t help but stifle a giggle as Kuroo ran back around the corner whining, “Suugaaaa…” the sound stretching until it was just a faint echo.
Unfortunately, that drew Oikawa out of his dazed mind and he frowned slightly. “Was that Kuroo? Suga, what did you do?”
Sugawara laughed out loud now, having been caught. “Oh, nothing much,” he said, waving a hand, “Just some suggestive motions and tongue waggling.”
Oikawa groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Noooo…” he moaned, “my reputation…”
“Oh, don’t worry,” Sugawara said with a laugh, “it won’t be your reputation that’s being ruined.”
Oikawa narrowed his eyes at him through his fingers. “What is that supposed to mean?” he said indignantly.
“Nothing! Nothing!” Sugawara said brightly. “Ennoshita’s intern wouldn’t tell on us. He knows better than to tattle on two of the hottest models in the agency.”
At this, Oikawa let out a laugh, finally putting down his hands. “You sound like me!”
Sugawara grinned, glad to have pulled Oikawa out of his melodrama. “Ha ha. Now let’s go get me some coffee. I am exhausted.”
“Okay,” Oikawa chirped as he adjusted his collar then reached to interlace his and Sugawara’s fingers together. “But if I hear gossip about us kissing, I’m putting the blame on you.”
Sugawara laughed too. “Yeah, yeah.”
***
Iwaizumi was having one of those days.
The kind of day where there were too many customers in the shop, the owner was out on her lunch break and it looked like as if Yaku was five seconds away from burning down the counter just to clear everyone out. Iwaizumi couldn’t really blame him; he had the same urge too.
“Where the hell is Kiyoko?” Yaku snarled. “I swear if another person walks through that door, I’m leaving,” he said as he violently wiped down the counter.
Iwaizumi nodded in agreement. The shop was too small to hold this many people and on top of that—
“Wait!” Yaku exclaimed, cutting through Iwaizumi’s thoughts. “They’re not even ordering! They’re just staring at their phones!”
“What the hell,” Iwaizumi said, having reached the same conclusion.
Just as Iwaizumi was about to suggest kicking them all out, the front door opened and the chimes lightly pealed.
“That’s it—!”
“Where do you think you’re going?” A voice cut through Yaku’s outburst.
There was something frightening about the way Kiyoko stared down at them as they stood frozen in spot. Yaku’s towel that he was about to thrown down hung loosely between his fingers and he tried not to gulp.
Kiyoko eyed them for two more seconds before breaking eye contact and sighed, scanning over the overcrowded shop. Iwaizumi and Yaku let out a breath of relief as if her vice-like gaze released them.
“There’s a lot of people in the shop because of this.” She held up her phone, opened to the Twitter app.
Iwaizumi took it and read the tweet out loud. “Going to Hitoka Café with Suga, uh, left parentheses, asterisk, caret? Omega—”
“Iwaizumi, what? Let me read that!” Yaku exclaimed as he grabbed the phone out of Iwaizumi’s hands. “Oh my— Iwaizumi, that’s an emoticon. Wait, they’re coming here? No wonder there are so many people in the shop.”
He obediently handed the phone back to Kiyoko.
“What are we going to do?” he asked Kiyoko. “Are we allowed to kick them out? Can we please kick them out?”
“No,” Kiyoko said as she adjusted her glasses and there was a glint in her eyes that Iwaizumi didn’t like. “It’s time to bring out our secret weapon.”
“Secret weapon?” Iwaizumi questioned. He didn’t even know this simple café had a secret weapon. He thought that it was just like any other average café with its quiet quirks and cozy atmosphere. Although, he should’ve known that any café under Kiyoko’s ownership would never be average.
“No…” Yaku paled, having caught on faster than Iwaizumi did. “Please Kiyoko, not him.”
Him? Iwaizumi wondered. They didn’t have anybody else in the store, just…
“Wait—” Iwaizumi started to say but before he could, the employee back door slammed open and both Iwaizumi and Yaku jumped.
“It’s me!” Lev shouted. “I’m the secret weapon!”
Kiyoko raised an eyebrow at him, staring into his soul with her dark eyes. “Were you listening behind the doors, again?”
“Um, yes, no, maybe so?” Lev answered nervously, shifting from one foot to another, his glowing confidence diminishing under Kiyoko’s scrutinized gaze.
Kiyoko stared at him more for a good couple of seconds, maybe just to see if he would break and confess anything else, but Lev kept quiet, avoiding eye contact.
Kiyoko nodded, at last, giving her approval. “Alright, Lev, do what you must.”
***
When Iwaizumi heard Kiyoko utter the words “secret weapon” and Lev had jumped out as the “secret weapon”, he thought that that would be that and they could all go back to work (which honestly was nothing because nobody was ordering) and Lev would do his “magic” away from them and anybody else.
But no, here he was, employee apron tossed aside and dressed in a black tight muscle tee instead of his usual comfortable cotton t-shirt. At least he wasn’t alone in an embarrassing outfit. Although he thought it was unfair when Yaku only had to put on a flower crown as his “outfit”.
And Lev… Lev was left to prance around the shop, speaking to all the fans with his cheerful grin, his small bouquet of pink flowers in one hand and a mobile menu in the other.
Iwaizumi would say “serves him right” but it actually seemed like Lev was enjoying himself.
“Would you lovely ladies like something to refresh yourselves? It must be so tiring to wait here. Why don’t you go get something to drink?” Lev was saying to a small group of girls, brandishing his flowers to them and pointing the menu towards the counter.
Unbelievably, they all blushed and one or two nodded, dragging the rest of their friends towards the counter to buy something.
Iwaizumi gave them what he hoped was his best dazzling smile and wrote down each of their orders on cups, passing them on to Yaku, who was having trouble with making his flower crown stay on his head. He laughed when Yaku finally gave up, throwing the damn thing onto the counter.
He regretted laughing later on when Yaku punched him in the arm as he walked by minutes later, wincing at the force from Yaku’s fist.
“Stupid Lev, stupid Iwaizumi for charming the ladies and making me do all the work,” he heard Yaku mutter under his breath.
“Hey!” Iwaizumi cried indignantly. “I’m only doing my job.”
Yaku gave him the stink eye anyway.
“Yahoo!” a cheerful cry suddenly came from the opened front door and if Iwaizumi thought that earlier was chaos, he was wrong. He was very wrong.
***
The second Sugawara followed Oikawa into the small quaint café, he knew that everything was Oikawa’s fault.
There were fans everywhere.
“Oikawa!” he hissed, tugging back at Oikawa’s jacket. “What the hell!”
Predictably, Oikawa ignored him and waved at their adoring fans. “Yahoo!” he called in greeting and there was a good solid second of the silence of awed fans before chaos erupted.
Suddenly, everybody was swarming to get to them and Sugawara struggled to breathe, smashed against Oikawa’s back as Oikawa was forced to back up.
“Ah, sorry Suga-chan!” Oikawa apologized as he accidentally stepped on Sugawara’s toes.
“Oikawa-san! Oikawa-san!” the crowd cheered and Sugawara stepped quickly to the side to avoid getting smacked again.
At least Oikawa seemed to be having fun, his unwavering smile brightly greeting each new fan, signing their bags, pencil cases, and whatever merchandise they had bought with his face on it.
Everybody jostled past Sugawara and he winced as he was elbowed thrice- which was thrice too many in his opinion. He tried to catch eye contact with Oikawa, jumping up onto his tip toes. Luckily, Oikawa looked up at the right time and nodded to show they he understood.
“Thanks,” Sugawara mouthed as he slipped past the people and finally into his favourite café.
Hitoka Café was (in his very biased opinion) the absolute best place to have coffee. It had a great atmosphere (he might’ve loved the fairy lights a little too much), good quality coffee, and the always lingering scent of nutmeg and hot chocolate. Oh, and the staff. The staff was always great, can’t forget about them.
Not to mention the fact that he and the owner go way back, allowing him for divine taste tests and other sweet perks.
Sugawara laughed inwardly at his pun, remembering the delicious caramel fudge chocolate square he was treated to one time, personally made by Kiyoko's wife, Yachi Hitoka.
"Hey, Shimizu!" he called to Kiyoko, as she was just coming out of the back. "How's it going?"
Kiyoko glared at him coldly and Sugawara laughed, albeit nervously as her eyes behind her glasses followed his every step. Something told Sugawara that he should tip a bit more on his coffee today.
"Hey, Yaku!" he also greeted to barista hurriedly trying to make drinks as fast as possible.
"Suga..." Yaku growled, giving him an impressive glower, already knowing that it was all Sugawara's fault for disrupting the peace by bringing two and a half (Oikawa was too famous to be considered as just 1) famous models into the usually quiet café.
Sugawara just gave him his "I know what I did wrong but I'm not going to apologize for anything" tinkling laugh, dismissing Yaku's complaints with waves of his hand. "Oh, you're so funny. Besides, you and I both know that this is good for business."
Unable to deny the truth, Yaku only made a face at him. "Your usual with three caramel shots and milk, right?" he asked, already reaching for a new cup.
Sugawara waved him off. "Oh, no no no, I can't do something like that. Don't worry, I'll just wait in line like everyone else."
Yaku raised an eyebrow at him but dropped it a second later when he realized what Sugawara was doing at the sounds of other customers already in line sighing in relief.
"Tricky models," Sugawara heard Yaku mutter under his breath as he returned back to his work.
Sugawara smiled warmly at the eyes staring at their interaction and stepped into line like everyone else.
A few smiled at his chivalry before returning to face the front and Sugawara smirked inwardly. Score.
Sugawara Koushi may have been nicknamed "Angel Face" in his line of work, but only a few selected friends knew about his true cunningness. A model whose career was based on how popular he was couldn’t pass up any chance to become more likeable after all.
There were certain people in the industry that could easily snatch his job away from him if he wasn’t careful and if Sugawara had to convince people into liking him, he had no problems with that.
***
Oikawa was starting to get tired.
Don’t get him wrong, he loved his fans with all his whole heart and soul, but sometimes (such as now) it was tiring and time-consuming.
Also, he was seriously caffeine-deprived and if he didn’t get his coffee ASAP, well, that would not be pretty.
After he finally answered all their questions, gave all the autographs he could without losing his hand, and taking as many pictures as he possibly could until his eye was twitching, Oikawa waved them good-bye cheerfully, making sure to add a touch of regret to his face so that he didn’t seem too cheerful.
They all waved back, reluctant to see him go and the crowd quickly dispersed after that. Oikawa was so glad that his fans could at least respect his time and privacy unlike some of the other models’.
Bursting through the café door, he quickly made a beeline through the mostly empty café to Sugawara who was standing a bit off to the side near the counter, back turned towards him.
“Thank goodness!” he cried when he got closer. “Please tell me that you also ordered mine.”
Sugawara turned around, an evil grin stuck on his face. He stuck a tongue out at him. “Nah.”
“Suga!”
Sugawara held up a peace sign, mocking Oikawa’s favourite pose right back at him. The audacity.
Oikawa was about to scream more, shake Sugawara by the collars of his sweater, maybe cry, when a clear voice called out, “For Sugawara!”
Oikawa gave Sugawara a betrayed look as he left to grab his order. When he came back, he was holding two cups, one smelling like sticky caramel and other—
Oikawa gave a delighted gasp, placing his hand over his mouth. “Oh, Suga! Thank you! I love you so much right now!”
Sugawara raised an eyebrow at him. Oikawa didn’t have to be a psychic to know that his gesture meant “Weren’t you just going murder me?”
“It’s all good,” Oikawa explained, “now that you actually have my coffee, I forgive you.”
But Sugawara didn’t hand him the coffee with two shots of expresso and a mountain of whip cream. Instead, he pressed the mouth of the cup against his lips and took a long sip. Oikawa was pretty sure that Sugawara was only acting and not actually drinking that much. Well, he hoped.
“Suga!” he complained as Sugawara’s “sip” became more of a slurp and then more slurping sounds.
Sugawara laughed at Oikawa’s expression, spewing a bit of the liquid out (Oikawa was so cringing right now), finally pulling the cup away from him and handing it to Oikawa, wiping at his chin with a napkin he had plucked from the dispenser. Oikawa glared and contemplated wiping the opening with his new cloudy grey sweater.
Deciding to save his image instead of his dignity, he took a big gulp of his coffee, gagging and coughing as the liquid burned down his throat. A flash distracted him from his unexpected exposure to hell and he looked up to find Sugawara filming his entire embarrassing self with glee.
“You, Sugawara Koushi,” Oikawa spoke to the camera, eyes narrowed for effect, “are a menace.”
Sugawara’s smile grew wider at Oikawa’s line before he stopped the recording and let out his obnoxious laugh.
“Oh man,” he chortled, “I’m sending that to everybody. Yaku, Kiyoko, Terushima, Bokuto, Kuroo, Daichi—”
“Hey!” Oikawa complained, “You can’t send that to Daichi! He finally thinks I’m cool and I can’t ruin that!”
“Too late.” Sugawara smiled as he tapped on more contacts on Snapchat. “Besides, he has never thought that you were cool. Ooohhh~ I’m gonna post this on my story as well.”
“Rude!”
Both men knew that it wouldn’t be much of a problem anyway. Sugawara would never let a video that would damage Oikawa’s reputation go online and Oikawa knew that.
Finally finished, Sugawara put his phone away and dragged Oikawa over to a table. “C’mon, we’re blocking the way, anyways.”
Oikawa let himself be pulled along, pouting when he was practically shoved into the booth, Sugawara flopping down next to him, hip-checking him before settling down.
Oikawa winced and rubbed his hip bone, scooting over, but before he could, Sugawara wrapped a strong arm around his neck and leant their heads towards each other as if they were about to share a secret. There was a calculating glint in Sugawara’s eyes that Oikawa didn’t like as Sugawara scanned the café, looking for something… someone.
“Her?” Sugawara pointed a girl out.
She was sipping on the straw of her drink, laughing with her huddle of friends, long hair swishing in the pale sunlight.
Oikawa was ready to smack himself— no, wait, smack Sugawara. He couldn’t believe that Sugawara was just here to check people out. Although he had to admit, Sugawara had good taste, but…
“Meh,” Oikawa tried to shrug under the weight of Sugawara’s arm, “not really my type.”
“Oh ho ho ho.” Sugawara smirked at Oikawa. (Oikawa was seriously going to have a talk with Kuroo about spreading his questionable phrases around.) “Does the great Oikawa-san have a type? Please, indulge me.”
Oikawa sighed and batted Sugawara’s leering face away. “Yes, Suga, I have a type. They’d be like…”
Oikawa waved his hand around, trying to pick someone out of the diminishing crowd, but really, there was no—
“Him!” Oikawa exclaimed a little too loudly, pointing his long finger at the cute barista currently making drinks.
The barista looked up at the shout, whipping his head around until he spotted Oikawa pointing at him. He gave a confused look and mouthed, “Me?”
Oikawa quickly dropped his arm and avoided eye contact with the barista, turning towards Sugawara slowly with a burning horrified expression.
But Sugawara, the traitor, just laughed and called at the barista, ignoring Oikawa’s desperate plea of “Save me!”.
“Yeah! You!” he said, all mischievous grin and twinkling eyes. Then, he dragged Oikawa out of the booth and pulled him towards the counter.
Oikawa needed to reestablish Sugawara as number two menace on his list, right after Ushijima.
***
Iwaizumi was starting to admit that Yaku was a blessing. Yes, he was actually becoming like Lev and admitting that Yaku was a spiritual being that had extreme kindness in his heart and just happened to be a toughie on the outside.
Just kidding.
Yaku was the devil, front to back and one day, Iwaizumi was going to beg Kiyoko to let Nishinoya back into the café all day so that he could keep Yaku busy and out of his business.
But alas, it was the present and Nishinoya would probably be forever banned to visit the shop in the morning and evening after a certain incident that involved three shots of expresso, Lev’s naiveness (although Iwaizumi couldn’t really blame him, it was his first time meeting Nishinoya), singing, chocolate sauce, and dancing on tables. It was also fair to say that chocolate sauce was forbidden from leaving the counters and would no longer be freely used by the public.
The moment Iwaizumi heard someone yell “Him!” and then proceeded to turn around to find himself as the object of the attention, Iwaizumi was pretty sure that his day was going to get exciting. Whether it was the good kind of exciting or bad kind of exciting, that kind of was left to him.
“Me?” he asked as he pointed at himself, confused as to why an arguably attractive man was singling him out.
The man quickly lowered his arm and turned towards his friend, face burning with embarrassment. Much to the horror of the guy, his friend had jumped up with glee and dragged him to the counters where Iwaizumi was currently standing.
“Hey, Iwaizumi!” the one pulling his friend along called.
Somewhere at the back of his mind, Iwaizumi remembered that he was a friend of Yaku’s, but as hard as he wracked his brain, he couldn’t remember what his name was or how he and Yaku were connected.
“Um, hello…”
Sugawara chuckled, not offended. “Sugawara Koushi.”
“… Sugawara-san.”
Sugawara laughed again, waving off the honorific. “Oh no, no need to be so formal. I’m just a friend of Yaku’s, that’s all.”
“Alright, Sugawara-kun,” Iwaizumi retaliated.
Sugawara beamed at him and Iwaizumi fidgeted under his gaze, his fingers rubbing his cloth more forcefully into the ceramic cup he was drying. There was something intense about Sugawara’s gaze that made Iwaizumi feel like he was put under a spotlight and then proceeded to be examined by hundreds of eyes.
As if just realizing why he was here and calling for Iwaizumi’s attention, Sugawara stopped staring and dragged his friend who was hiding behind him, pushing him towards the counter and facing Iwaizumi.
“Anyways,” Sugawara chirped. “My friend here wants to meet you.” Sugawara leant forward onto the counter as if telling a secret and Iwaizumi couldn’t help but lean in too. “He thinks you’re cute,” Sugawara whispered not-so-quietly.
“Suga!” his friend smacked at his arm.
“Oh!” Iwaizumi exclaimed, laughing nervously as he hoped that his blush wasn’t too obvious. “Um, thanks?”
“No problem,” Sugawara drawled, leaning closer to Iwaizumi. His eyes roved over Iwaizumi’s bare arms and Iwaizumi flushed a deeper colour. “We’ll see you soon.” Then he winked and pulled his flustered friend along and out of the café.
Iwaizumi was blaming his blush on Yaku and his connection to attractive strangers.
***
“I just had the weirdest day ever,” Iwaizumi declared as soon as he set foot in his and his roommate's apartment.
There was a sound of a chair swivelling and rolling across the hardwood floor before a head popped out of one of the bedroom’s doorway.
“Weird?” Iwaizumi’s roommate asked, a few strands of his gelled hair falling around his face, losing its effect after a long day.
Iwaizumi nodded. “Yup, weird.” He opened the fridge, popping his head in and rummaging through its contents.
Iwaizumi’s roommate watched him root around, before pointing out that he had gone grocery shopping and that the cupboard had been stocked up with snacks again.
“Thanks, Bokuto,” Iwaizumi said, pulling his head out from a fruitless search and shutting the fridge. He picked up a few granola bars, heading toward’s Bokuto’s room.
Seeing Iwaizumi come his way, Bokuto pushed himself off the wall and began his squeaky path back to his desk.
“So, weird, huh?” Bokuto asked once he had made himself comfortably perched on his chair and Iwaizumi was shuffling around on his bed.
“Yeah,” Iwaizumi grunted as he tried to pull the blankets from under him. “Definitely weird.”
“So? What happened?” Bokuto asked, eager for a story.
“Hold on, oh sh—”
“Language!” Bokuto yelled.
“—oot! My bar!”
“My floor!” Bokuto yelled back. He gingerly picked up the slightly dented, half unwrapped granola bar and made a face at the sight of his now-sticky-in-one-spot floor.
“Ah, dang. Sorry, man. If it makes you feel any better, I suffered too because I have one less to eat.”
Bokuto pouted. “No, it doesn’t. But you can make it up to me by finally telling me your crazy day.”
“Alright, alright. So there first, there were these two guys—”
“Oh ho ho ho ho?” Bokuto waggled his eyebrows and Iwaizumi blushed at the suggestiveness of his tone, shoving his face away.
“Oh, shut up. You and I both know I’m ace.”
Bokuto laughed. “Ace ace.”
Normally, Iwaizumi would groan at Bokuto’s puns, but he had to admit that that one was pretty good.
He snickered as well. “Ace ace.”
“Ace ace.”
“Ace ace.”
“Ace ace.”
“Ahem, as I was saying—”
“Ace ace.”
“Bokuto, do you want to hear the story or not?”
“Okay, okay, fine. Last one… Ace ace.”
Iwaizumi sighed but continued with his story, nevertheless. “There were these two guys and one of them told me that the other guy said I was cute? And winked at me? Yeah, that was weird.”
Bokuto peered down at him, eyes curious. “Wait, what? You’re right, that is weird. Why would he wink at you? Isn’t it his friend that’s interested?”
Iwaizumi buried his head in his hands with a groan. “Yeah, I don’t get it either.”
Suddenly, Bokuto gave a sharp gasp. “Oh my goodness. You don’t think— what if he’s sexually attracted to you?”
Iwaizumi gave him a look of horror. “What? No way! Why would he?”
At this, Bokuto gave a shrug. “Dunno, but it’s that thing that allosexuals do, right?”
Iwaizumi frowned. “Is that good?”
Bokuto shrugged again. “I dunno. Depends on if you like it or not, I guess.”
Iwaizumi sighed again. He didn’t know either.
***
“Alright, raise that hand higher, Oikawa-san!” Akaashi called and Oikawa obediently did so, his long fingers curling up into his hair at a higher angle.
Akaashi nodded. “Okay, now— Oh, hello Sawamura-san.”
Oikawa tried not to huff as Akaashi completely abandoned his post to take Oikawa’s photo, leaving him to stay as still as possible while he talked to Sawamura.
Akaashi is really not going to stop anytime soon, is he? Oikawa mused to himself as he watched Kuroo briskly walk around the set for the fifth time. Ennoshita is not an easy mentor either, he noticed.
Oikawa was starting to fidget, the strain of boredom eating away at his young and fresh soul. And just his luck, his nose was itchy too.
Oikawa watched Akaashi closely, hoping that he was really as interested in whatever he and Sawamura were talking about and that he wouldn’t notice if Oikawa quickly scratched his nose or something equally scandalous as that.
With the pressure of an uncontrollable itch, he quickly moved his hand and rubbed at his nose.
“Oikawa!” Akaashi yelled, exasperated to the point where he forgot to address honourifics.
“Sorry!” Oikawa called back. “But my nose was really really itchy!”
Akaashi sighed, given up from the four hours already spent on the shoot, several models’ insistence of stopping, and now Oikawa’s uncontrollable itch.
“Alright, alright!” He clapped his hands and called to the crew. “We’re done, we have enough photos anyways. Pack it up!”
Everyone cheered, Oikawa including, and he quickly hustled towards the wardrobe area, ready to take off the stiff suit jacket and crisp dress shirt he was modelling for and change into his infinitely more comfortable (but fashionable) casual dress shirt.
Yukie helped him pull off the pins, slapping his hands away whenever he got too hasty.
“Can’t ruin these artworks,” she reprimanded him.
“Hurry…” he whined.
Yukie bonked him in the head with her pencil, effectively shutting him up.
“Just a few more minutes,” she chided, pulling three more off at once.
When he was finally free of pins, Oikawa quickly ran behind the changing curtain, shucking off the garments quickly but carefully. He pulled on his clothes, making sure to roll up the sleeves of his v-necked sweater and that his skinny jeans were skinny enough.
He hoped that the barista would find them attractive and that Sugawara wouldn’t laugh at him too much. It was time to work his magic.