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Okkotsu comes into the bakery every morning at 7 a.m.
He greets Toge with a timid smile before ordering, and though Toge typically stays away from order-taking, he makes sure to plant himself behind the register when he knows Okkotsu will be arriving, just to see him. Maki likes to tease him about having a crush, and Toge can’t really argue at this point. There’s just something about Okkotsu that is hopelessly endearing—he generally acts awkward and shy when interacting with people, but Toge has also seen him lay into a rude customer, which may have been the hottest thing he’s ever witnessed.
And Toge so desperately wishes he could know Okkotsu better. He wants to know the taste of his lips and the feel of his hands and—
He shakes that train of thought away as he finishing getting Okkotsu’s order together. He hands over the paper bag, and Okkotsu replies with a shaky movement that Toge takes a moment to register as the sign for Thank you.
He blinks, wondering if he may have imagined it. Okkotsu’s cheeks are flushed as he waits for a reply.
Belatedly, Toge signs, “You’re welcome.”
Okkotsu beams, brighter than the sun. “I’ve been learning JSL in my free time,” he admits. “I figured it would make it easier to talk to you. Whenever I’m here.”
Toge’s heart skips a beat, his chest warming. Okkotsu bids him a flustered farewell, and Toge waves absently as his mind spins with the revelation Okkotsu just dropped. As the door swings shut behind him, a wide smile splits Toge’s face.
Okkotsu wants to talk more with him? To the point where he’s started learning an entirely new language?
Maybe Toge’s feelings aren’t unrequited after all.
(Maybe, tomorrow, he’ll have to give Okkotsu his phone number along with his food.)