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And yet another day, there he was. Watching him scribble on the paper of his sketchbook. It would be another drawing of him in his notebook, not the first, nor the last. Chuuya was definitely in love and obsessed with the clerk. They studied together in college, sometimes bumping into each other or working together, but they never actually spoke—although Chuuya was, let's say, quite popular there, not only for his definitely handsome and glamorous appearance, but also for his strong personality and intelligence, he never directly approached Dazai—but Chuuya knew the brunette had captured his heart the day their eyes met.
He glanced at the older man discreetly so he wouldn't notice he was being watched, which didn't work out too well, because every time Dazai looked at Chuuya, he smiled—which nearly gave Nakahara a heart attack. He also only went to this local coffee shop because of the clerk; it might seem a little silly to be in love with a guy who practically never spoke. But hey! It wasn't Chuuya's fault that the bandaged man, considered the weirdo by many, was handsome and cute!
The redhead watched him prepare coffee for a little old lady there, then lowered his head, looking at his notebook. He picked up his pen and began sketching the man's features over the sketch, the features quickly taking shape in delicate strokes made with the thick graphite pencil. It wasn't long before he sensed someone approaching, and reflexively, he gently closed the notebook. And it was a good thing he did, because the one approaching was the incredibly handsome, bandaged clerk.
"Good morning, what would you like to order?" the tall brunette asked, placing the menu on the table in front of Chuuya. He was wearing a white dress shirt with sleeves rolled up to the elbows, exposing the bandages covering his arms. Looking closely now, he was in that uniform, oh my, he was hot. Chuuya felt his cheeks heat up. It wasn't usually the brunette who served him, it was the friendly young Atsushi, so this was a surprise.
"Oh, well…" She smiled, put her things in her bag, and carefully picked up the menu, beginning to read the options she wanted to eat. "I'd like dark coffee and two onigiri," he said simply, without taking her eyes off the brochure.
“Okay.” The brunette wrote it down on the pad he was holding. “Anything else?” This time the younger man looked at him and shook his head, still smiling.
The brunette left and walked behind the counter, disappearing from the redhead's sight. The young man sighed; it was just another brief exchange. Chuuya wonders if Dazai still remembers his name. He'd tried to get at least the brunette's Instagram from the albino boy, but he always came up with the excuse that the older man never told him his Instagram—something Nakahara knew was a lie—and so he gave up trying to find out from the boy.
A few minutes passed, and Chuuya's bitter coffee was ready. Soon, the bandaged man appeared again, holding a metal tray with the onigiri and bitter coffee. He approached the table and placed the food and drink on the table in front of the redhead.
“I hope you like it, then come to the counter to pay.” The brunette smiled, his cheeks rosy, and then walked away and went to serve another customer who was in front of the counter.
It didn't take long for Chuuya to notice the post-it note stuck to the lid of the cafe, with a small note. He smiled as he read it, clearly it was Dazai's note.
"Send me a message ××××-××××× and if you want to know, my Instagram is @daz.osmnolonger <3"
He felt his face heat up slightly, knew he'd blushed. 'What an idiot.' He thought of the boy. Now he had a stupid, stupid, disgusting grin on his face. And he also knew Osamu was watching him, also with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. He smiled and took a sip of his coffee, perfect.
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Osamu Dazai, a young adult, works at a coffee shop, which, frankly, was undoubtedly boring as hell. But it wasn't so bad when a certain redhead walked in, ringing the bell, and sat at the same table as always. Every time, it was like an explosion of emotions upon seeing that man there. He never imagined someone with almost the world at his feet would walk in there, a place too simple for a guy with money, lots of money. Ever since he first saw the redhead in his college class, he couldn't stop thinking about him. Sure, they'd done some work together, but they'd never really spoken, and Dazai longed for that.
As time passed, Osamu noticed that the redhead couldn't take his eyes off him. Of course, he was also constantly watching Nakahara. But even so, the redhead's interest in the brunette was obvious, so this presented a great opportunity for him to ask the redhead out.
So, definitely, this would be the day. He would see Chuuya, and everything would go smoothly! Of course, this would be the first time he'd seen him, as he always sent the boy he worked with to see him, and he also asked Atsushi not to say anything about him to the redhead, after all, he was incredibly anxious about what was to come.
"Hey, Atsushi, I give up. Do this for me, please!" He walked into the kitchen where the albino was. "The little redhead is here. Go and help him, please. I promise you this last time." He clasped his hands together in a gesture of supplication, begging Atsushi.
"No, Dazai," Atsushi said firmly, turning to Dazai, who had a look of betrayal on his face. "Look, Zai... You have to go there, otherwise your chances of dating him are gone. Seriously, there are tons of people eyeing him. And you're lucky he's so into you."
"But Atsushiiii!!" he made a scene and the other just ignored him and went to serve the other customer who had arrived at the store and went to the counter. Dazai would have to deal with the redhead.
Taking a deep breath, he finally made his move, left the kitchen, and went to the counter. He grabbed his notepad—although he didn't need it, as he has an excellent memory, but it's mandatory to write down customer orders there. The boss's orders—and headed toward the table where the man he's obsessed with sits, his stride long and quick, showing his eagerness.
As he got closer, he noticed the redhead closing a small notebook, probably a notebook for drawings and sketches, he smiled.
Dazai greeted and took Chuuya's order, who couldn't stop grinning like an idiot, and Dazai probably looked the same. When he finished, he walked away from the redhead and went to the kitchen to prepare the younger man's bitter coffee and onigiri. It didn't take long for the coffee to be ready. He taped it to the cup and put the lid on. He took a sheet of paper from his notepad and decided to give his number to the younger man; it would be better than speaking directly. After finishing writing, he took a piece of clear tape and placed the note on the cup of bitter coffee. He placed the coffee and the two onigiri—which were on a plate—on a metal tray and left the kitchen to deliver the coffee to the younger man. When he returned to the counter again, he could only keep his eyes on the redhead, and he smiled when he read the note and blushed. God, they were idiots.
As time passed, Chuuya finished his coffee, got up, grabbed his bag, and left the place, heading to the cashier to pay. Osamu quickly walked over to the cashier, ready to be the one to serve. Chuuya got close enough to say something only the two of them could hear.
"The coffee was delicious..." he said softly, his voice velvety. Dazai blushed, not at the comment, but at the tone of his voice. He smiled and laughed. He leaned close to his ear and said softly.
"Well, my dear, the coffee was... 110.48 yen," Osamu whispered, sending shivers down Chuuya's small but muscular body. A mischievous chuckle could be heard coming from the smaller boy.
"Sure, sure…" He said that, took out his wallet, and handed the money to the boy in front of him. "Are you free after work?" The redhead smiled, watching the older boy count the money.
“Sure, it closes at 4pm.”
"Well, I'll come get you then," he said before leaving the coffee maker, leaving Osamu standing there with a silly smile, delighted and blushing. His cell phone beeped, and when he turned it on, he was pleased to see an unknown number saying hi. 'What a naughty chibi…' he thought ironically.