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Josuke had never been a man of habit. Up until recently, the thought of settling into some sort of routine had been a foreign concept to him all together. Now, every single Thursday, at exactly 4:15pm, Josuke stopped at Café Deux Magots. It didn’t matter whether his friends tagged along or not, the pompadoured teen would always make his way over there after school.
Whenever his friends asked why he kept coming each week, Josuke had lied and told them he just really liked their coffee. The true reason as to why he visited the establishment so frequently, was far more embarrassing than that. This was the only time of the week that he could see a certain someone. This someone was the one person who, as of late, made his heart beat loud and fast in his chest. Unfortunately, he was also the one person who hated Josuke the most in the universe.
It wasn't long until the object of his affections walked inside the café. Rohan looked as breathtakingly beautiful as always. The mangaka wore a dark green, sleeveless turtleneck and high waisted black pants. He always managed to stand out in the best possible way, regardless of what he wore. Josuke bit his lip, watching as he strutted over to his usual table and sat down. The swing of his hips and the confident air around him was more than enough to drive him crazy.
Rohan sat down, pulling out his sketchbook and materials almost immediately. He seemed to be comparing different sketches to each other. Josuke had never been an artistic person in any way. He had never been able to grasp its meaning, aesthetics and colors always went over his head. It was all far too complicated for his liking.
As dumb as it may sound, though, every single time he let his eyes trail over the older man's figure, he swore he came closer to understanding it all. No matter how many times he had seen his handsome features, Rohan always managed to make his heart skip a beat. His sharp, green eyes, small nose and high cheekbones were far too captivating, almost hypnotizingly so. The shape of his slender body, the curve of his hips and his thin waist… everything about him was absolutely stunning.
Over the past few months, Josuke had tried to reconcile with the stubborn man, but it had all been to no avail. Rohan, difficult as only he could be, had turned him away each time. No matter what Josuke did, he couldn't seem to get through to him. He knew he would eventually break past the barrier, but the wait so far had been extremely frustrating.
Josuke looked back up at Rohan, noticing his hair was a bit tousled up and the bags under his eyes were a tad darker than usual. Had he not gotten enough sleep lately? The mangaka seemed to have a tendency to ignore his basic needs in favor of working. A small pout made its way to Josuke’s face at the thought of him not taking care of himself properly again.
He was ashamed to admit that he felt a pang of jealousy when a bright smile made its way to Rohan’s face as the waiter took his order. Josuke desperately wanted Rohan to smile at him like that too, but he knew that wasn’t going to be happening anytime soon. He tore his gaze away from the scene with a sigh, taking a sip of his already far too cold coffee. It was bitter and awful, but he’d gotten more or less used to drinking it this way by now. Josuke needed an excuse to remain seated there for as long as possible and he did not have enough money to purchase multiple cups. When he looked back up, he noticed the waiter was still chatting away with Rohan and let out a soft groan.
Rohan never noticed his presence, as far as Josuke could tell. Every week, after the waiter brought his coffee and chocolate cake, the mangaka got completely engrossed in his work and seemed to dissociate from the rest of the cafe entirely. He rarely even touched the cake, but he always seemed to order it anyway. Josuke thought it was kind of dumb at first, but then remembered the mangaka had enough money to throw away so it might not even matter to him at all.
Josuke secretly wished the mangaka would look his way. He wanted to hear his voice again, even if it meant getting told off by him. He wanted to try to befriend him once more, to try and chip away at the ice surrounding him just a little more. Not today, though. It wouldn’t work now. Josuke let out a sigh, watching as the mangaka skillfully dragged his pen over the paper. Everything he did always looked so elegant, so graceful.
The waiter came back with Rohan’s order and placed it on the table next to him. Josuke felt his heart ache at the way the other man smiled at the mangaka. What gave that dude the right to flirt with him? The playful smirk on Rohan’s lips as he replied to whatever the waiter had told him managed to deliver the final blow. Josuke let out a sad sigh, laying his head on his crossed arms over the table. This sucked.