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Mitsuki hummed to himself as he placed another macaron on the display rack, they were vibrant in color and stood out from the other pastries on the shelves. Once every freshly baked macaron were on the tray with the other various sweets he shuffled to the front of the display case to view his work. With a proud smile he nodded to himself, the displays were set and anyone with an eye for delicious pastries would be drooling. Now all he had left to do was finish setting up the tables and officially open the store for business.
Soft music filled the store while he arranged the chairs and wiped them off, refilled the napkins and utensil holders, and finally started brewing the drip-coffee. Everything was done so he walked over to the front sign, unlocked the door and flipped the CLOSED sign to OPEN. Just in time too, considering it was four minutes until six.
Mitsuki settled back behind the register and waited for the customers to file and Iori to bid him farewell before leaving for school, today seemed like it was going to be just fine. That is, everything was going to be just fine until a tall man with silver hair pulled back into a simple ponytail looking tired walked in.
“Hey there! Welcome to Fonte Chocolat! Can I get you started with anything or do you want to have a look around?”
The taller man chuckled before tucking a strand of hair back, “You’re quite chipper despite it being so early in the morning. But I’ll just have a look around, thank you.”
He nodded at that, “Yes of course, take your time!”
“However I did actually come here for something other than sweets and.. Is that coffee I smell? Ah, I’m getting off topic, my name is Yuki. I run the new shop across the street with my friend and I wanted to meet the neighbors.”
At the mention of a new shop Mitsuki looked behind Yuki and sure enough, there it was. It was small, but with open glass windows with plants and flowers everywhere you looked. Mitsuki made a mental note to stop by sometime and pick up some herbs.
“Well I’m happy you stopped by Yuki-san! My name’s Mitsuki and it’s a pleasure to meet you, and yes we do have coffee. Would you like a cup?”
Yuki seemed to sigh in relief at that, “Yes I’d love one. As you can probably tell, I’m not a morning person. But my boyfriend is so I don’t mind it too much. Besides, my friend who runs the shop with me won’t wake up this early if you woke him up kicking and screaming.”
The cashier chuckled while he moved to get a coffee cup and fill it up, “Oh by the way, do you want anything in your coffee? We have creamer, sugar or milk.”
“Just black is fine, thank you.”
“Anything else I can get for you?”
Yuki hummed before replying, “Yes, actually. I’d like two of your matcha macarons, and a slice of your dark chocolate cake. To go, please.”
“Sure thing!” Mitsuki chirped while leaning down to grab two boxes for the sweets.
Once they were boxed and bagged he rang them up for his new neighbor and bid him farewell. Yuki chuckled before waving back and saying he’ll be back again with his boyfriend next time.
Shortly after Yuki left, Iori shuffled out from the back door, smiling softly in greeting.
“Good morning, Nii-san. I’ll be heading out now, and thank you as always for the bento. I hope work goes smoothly while I’m gone.”
Mitsuki ruffled Iori’s hair fondly, “Have a good day at school Iori!”
With a final nod, Iori was off and the shop returned to it’s quiet atmosphere.
The morning seemed to fly by, new customers and regulars stopped by, there was a slight breakfast rush and then soon enough it was noon. Mitsuki saw his parents car pass by, signaling the end of his shift. There was only a handful of customers in the store so it would be an easy pass off, however one person in particular caught his eye.
He looked past the glass windows of Fonte Chocolat and saw a man with olive green hair messily pinned back, glasses hanging off the tip of his nose, tending to a shelf of succulents carefully. His brows were furrowed in concentration, as if any move could make the shelf fall over and his hard work would be shattered. It was cute, but also Mitsuki couldn’t help the way his heart sped up when he finished and stretched, showing off his toned arms through his shirt.
And really, nobody could blame him when he almost snapped his pen in half when the other man turned around, made eye contact with him, winked and turned back to his work.
Gripping the pen as if his life depended on it, he greeted his parents cheerfully and wished them a nice shift before shoving his earbuds in on his way out the door. It was just a short walk from the shop to the apartment he shared with him roommate, Sougo, so he wasn’t left thinking about how stupidly attractive that guy was before he reached the building. Mitsuki opened the door, knowing it was unlocked since Sougo returned from his classes by now, to find said man currently on the couch doing something on his laptop.
“Ah, Mitsuki-san! Welcome back, how was work?”
Sougo carefully placed his now closed laptop on the coffee table, prompting Mitsuki to flop on the couch next to him.
“It was good, as usual! But…”
His roommate tilted his head, “But..?”
“We have new neighbors, they opened up a plant shop across the street from us! The owner is Yuki-san, and he came into the shop this morning and promised to come back with his boyfriend. But there’s a guy who works there who I swear, is one of the hottest guys I’ve ever seen and I don’t know how to deal with it.” Mitsuki finished with a squeeze to the pillow he was currently clutching.
Sougo put a reassuring hand on his roommate’s shoulder, smiling softly at him. “Maybe you can visit the shop after your shift next time to talk to him? Anyone would be lucky to know you, and I’m sure he’s no different. After all, he has you worked up and muttering stupid under your breath, that doesn’t happen very often Mitsuki-san.”
Mitsuki wiped the tears pricking his eyes away before promptly crushing Sougo with a hug. The shriek Sougo let out would stay between them, as would the tears of happiness Mitsuki was now letting fall.
“Thank you Sougo, I’ll do that!”
Sougo could only fondly chuckle at his roommate, while also trying to figure out to escape his deathly strong hug.