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A cute coffee shop had just opened nearby, the smell of ginger and roasted coffee beans wafted through the air. Kazuya hadn't seen many people go in a decided to give it a shot. It didn't help that the shop wasn't on any main streets. Especially since it was on one of those run down alleyways that you usual just happen to run into. Almost dropping his bag at the sight of a golden eyed boy. He was stuck with his mouth open. There stood a brown haired boy, an orange apron tied around his waist. Clinging to his frame. He was cleaning a clear glass, tongue stuck out in concentration. Not only that, but it was in the cute dorky way. Kazuya pulled out his phone, tapped out the adress and hit save. He'd just found his new favorite coffee shop.
This kid somehow stole all of Kazuya's affection for himself. Even that time when he clumsily spilled boiling hot coffee on Kazuya's favorite button-up white shirt. Kazuya had ended up laughing it up, drawing attention from the rare few in there. Soon enough everyone was laughing. The manager had hit Eijun over the head with a newspaper. The boy had bowed and grumpily barked out an apology. His manager hit him again.
"Say it like you mean it or you're fired!"
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Kazuya made a mental note to wear extra layers, he wasn't actually about getting burned down to the bone. Even if it meant he could complain about it. Still, watching how the golden eye boy flustered everytime Kazuya waltzed in was enough for him to come. Ordering coffee or not. It was time to bust out the pick-up lines.
Kazuya had purposely slipped, grabbing hold of the counter over dramatically. Holding the back of his hand to his forehead.
"My, my. Seems I'm falling for you Sawamura."
Kazuya went home with an icepack held up to his red in color nose, an all too wide grin over his lips. He didn't regret anything, he was even sure that he wasn't even the tiniest bit sorry.
Kazuya almost choked the next time he came, Eijun blushed all the way down to his neck and flipped Kazuya off. Kazuya took this as an invintation to walk right on in.
"Is there a mirror in your pants? Because I can see myself in them."
Kazuya went home with a very prominent red hand mark on his left cheek. A grin on his lips yet again. Later that night, Kuramochi had paused his game, looked at Kazuya with narrowed eyes before cackling.
"Which line did you use this time?"
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Pick-up line after pick-up line and still, Eijun had yet to relent. Kazuya was almost proud of the boy. Despite himself, Kazuya was in too deep and wouldn't want it any other way. Though he'd like at least a small sign that proved his pick up lines were having some kind of impact.
Though it didn't matter as long as he could see the cute coffee bartender.
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The next time Kazuya went, Eijun seemed to purposely be ignoring him. Kazuya grinned, sauntured over with over exaggerated leisure and leaned on the counter. Everyone that usual came to the cafè had gotten used to their antics. Though there would be the rare new comers who would stare in shock at the two.
Kazuya went to speak but found himself speechless as a coffee was placed on the counter and a bouquet of flowers shoved into his chest. In the flowers there appeared to be a red colored card. Kazuya felt his jaw drop as Eijun coughed into his fist.
"Text me later. You're holding up the line."
Despite no one being in line, Kazuya still left. This time he left with red cheeks and this dumb smile on his face. Eijun's number turned out to be on the red card, along with this dorky poem. That day was a lucky one.
When Kazuya got home, Kuramochi paused his game. Tilted his head back and laughed.
"About time."
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Eijun sat across from Kazuya, his cheeks this cute shade of pink as he sipped from his lemonade. They'd gone to the mall together, hand in hand. Eijun had decided that lemonade might help calm his nerves. Kazuya had simply continued to stare at Eijun as he furiously sipped away. Kazuya was resting his cheek in his right hand, this weird look in his eyes. (Later on, Eijun would learn that the look was of utter and complete affection).
"What?" Eijun grumbled, pouting as he looked away. Nose tilted up.
"Nothing. I think I like you better with an apron on. Though it might even be better if it was just an apron."
Kazuya went home that day covered in lemonade and a dumb look on his face. What a dork.
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Eijun is at least one hundred percent sure he has never been this nervous. Knocking on Kazuya's apartment door, he almost jumped when a green haired male answered.
"So you're the little punk I hear so much about!" The male had cackled, soon enough Eijun was caught in a choke hold. Begging for mercy.
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The next time Eijun came over, he was practically family. Kuramochi had called their love sick. Kazuya almost choked as Eijun stated that it wouldn't be so sick if Kuramochi would just suck it up and ask Ryosuke out on a date.
That night, Eijun was the one going home with an angry red hand print and a dumb grin.
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The next time Kazuya saw Eijun was outside. It was nightime and just perfect. Despite being together for almost three months, the two had yet to even kiss. Kazuya was about to change that. Popping a mint into his mouth, he walked up as casually as he could.
Eijun sat there with his hands in his pockets, chewing gum.
"About time Miyuki."
"Just call me Kazuya. Might as well."
"Alright, about time Kazu-"
Kazuya's first kiss was September 8th, under a dozen stars. It was also with his future husband.
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About seven hundred more next times', the next time Eijun saw Kazuya was at an alter. Dressed in white. The two had kissed and the deal was finally sealed. Eijun was sure he's never seen anyone cry as hard as Kuramochi at that time. Ryosuke had politely patted the green haired guy's back. It was about time those two got together.
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The next time Eijun saw Kazuya was in the worst place imaginable. He smiled a little, he wasn't one for sad occasions. Eijun placed a hand on Kazuya's shoulder, gave a reassuring squeeze. He wasn't sure what he should say. Maybe some light conversation would help?
"It'll be okay."
Eijun grumbled, leaning back in his seat.
"Oh now you'll leave me alone. Rude." Eijun pouted, shutting his eyes in obvious attempt to pretend he didn't care.
"I don't like that look on you. It really doesn't suit you, you Tunuki."
Kazuya stood up, took ahold of the end of the coffin. Kuramochi helped with the other end. They both looked to sunkin. Eijun wasn't going to help, it wasn't his place to. Though he did follow close behind. Hands pushed into a pair of skinny jeans. His button up shirt untucked. Hair messy.
Kazuya was dressed in a black suit, so was Kuramochi. They placed the coffin down in a dug out hole. A lady nearby sniffled far too loudly. Eijun felt a tad bad for her.
Kazuya huffed. Wiping a hand under his nose.
"Eijun."
"Now you stop ignoring me." Eijun grunted, a smile stretching across his face. Big fat tears rolling down his tan cheeks.
"I miss you."
"I know. I miss you too."
Rysouke placed a hand on Kuramochi's shoulder and looked away as Kazuya started to break down. Eijun couldn't help but to start crying himself.
"I remember this one time we went to kiss -- a second time. We bumped heads... Haha..." Kazuya wiped at his eyes.
"I remember that night too. The one where it was snowing really bad. You insisted that you'd be okay. That you didn't need a ride. I stayed at Kuramochi's, then I got a call... I ran as fast as I could."
"He didn't give us any context either. Just bolted out the door." Kuramochi mumbled.
"Rest in piece, Ei-Chan. You've made us proud." Ryosuke whispered.
"Rest in piece." Everyone echoed after.