#UshiOi | Coffee shop AU
Monday
“A medium mocha, please.”
“Anything else?”
“Nothing, thank you.”
Wakatoshi takes the order, and a few minutes later, he delivers the drink. The customer thanks him and leaves. Wakatoshi is left thinking about his piercing eyes.
Monday
“A medium mocha, please.”
“Anything else?”
“Nothing, thank you.”
Wakatoshi takes the order, and a few minutes later, he delivers the drink. The customer thanks him and leaves. Wakatoshi is left thinking about his piercing eyes.
Tuesday
“A large cappuccino, please.”
“Anything else?”
“Nothing, thank you.”
Wakatoshi takes the order, and a few minutes later, he delivers the drink.
“Have a good day.”
“You too,” the customer replies before leaving.
Wakatoshi thinks about how good-looking the man is.
“A large cappuccino, please.”
“Anything else?”
“Nothing, thank you.”
Wakatoshi takes the order, and a few minutes later, he delivers the drink.
“Have a good day.”
“You too,” the customer replies before leaving.
Wakatoshi thinks about how good-looking the man is.
Wednesday
“A small Americano, please.”
“Anything else?”
“Nothing, thank you.”
Wakatoshi takes the order.
“How is work?” It is the first time the client has asked him something while waiting.
“It’s been quiet. And how have you been?”
“I can’t complain.”
“A small Americano, please.”
“Anything else?”
“Nothing, thank you.”
Wakatoshi takes the order.
“How is work?” It is the first time the client has asked him something while waiting.
“It’s been quiet. And how have you been?”
“I can’t complain.”
A few minutes later, Wakatoshi delivers the drink.
“Thank you.”
“Have a nice day.”
Wakatoshi smiles for the rest of the shift.
“Thank you.”
“Have a nice day.”
Wakatoshi smiles for the rest of the shift.
Thursday
“A small hot chocolate, please.”
“Anything else?”
“Nothing, thank you.”
Wakatoshi takes the order, and a few minutes later, he delivers the drink.
“A small hot chocolate, please.”
“Anything else?”
“Nothing, thank you.”
Wakatoshi takes the order, and a few minutes later, he delivers the drink.
“See you later.”
“See you tomorrow,” the customer replies.
Wakatoshi keeps thinking about the promise to see him the next day.
“See you tomorrow,” the customer replies.
Wakatoshi keeps thinking about the promise to see him the next day.
Friday
“A large caramel macchiato, please.”
“Anything else?”
“Nothing, thank you.”
Wakatoshi takes the order.
“Will you work this weekend?” the customer asks curiously.
Wakatoshi feels his heart race.
“A large caramel macchiato, please.”
“Anything else?”
“Nothing, thank you.”
Wakatoshi takes the order.
“Will you work this weekend?” the customer asks curiously.
Wakatoshi feels his heart race.
“Tomorrow, yes. Sunday, no.”
“Okay. Well, I hope you get some rest.”
A few minutes later, he delivers the drink.
Wakatoshi wonders if that question means the client wants to see him, too.
“Okay. Well, I hope you get some rest.”
A few minutes later, he delivers the drink.
Wakatoshi wonders if that question means the client wants to see him, too.
Saturday
The customer doesn’t show up, and Wakatoshi spends the day sad, looking forward to seeing him, even if it’s at the last minute.
The customer doesn’t show up, and Wakatoshi spends the day sad, looking forward to seeing him, even if it’s at the last minute.
Sunday
Wakatoshi asks his best friend if he has ever been in love. Tendou thinks it through before answering.
“Not yet, but I’ve liked some people. Do you need help with something?”
Wakatoshi shakes his head. He hasn’t quite understood his feelings.
Wakatoshi asks his best friend if he has ever been in love. Tendou thinks it through before answering.
“Not yet, but I’ve liked some people. Do you need help with something?”
Wakatoshi shakes his head. He hasn’t quite understood his feelings.
Monday: medium mocha. Tuesday: large cappuccino. Wednesday: small Americano. Thursday: small hot chocolate. Friday: large caramel macchiato. Longing Saturday. Confusion Sunday. That week, Wakatoshi hears him laugh for the first time.
Monday: medium mocha. Tuesday: large cappuccino. Wednesday: small Americano. Thursday: small hot chocolate. Friday: large caramel macchiato. Illusion Saturday. Nostalgic Sunday. That week, the customer tells Wakatoshi that he is his favorite barista.
Monday: medium mocha. Tuesday: large cappuccino. Wednesday: small Americano. Thursday: small hot chocolate. Friday: large caramel macchiato. Saturday of hope. Sad Sunday. That week Wakatoshi dreams of the client. He dreams the client takes his face in his hands and kisses him.
A month has passed, and Wakatoshi has only grown fond of the client. To his credit, he has made some progress. Now he knows his name and what he is studying. Sometimes they talk about the weather or how they’re doing at school.
During that time, Wakatoshi has seen the client happy, angry, tired, stressed, and even sad. Wakatoshi offered him the same shy but sincere smile all those days.
Wakatoshi has sometimes been tempted to buy him the drink of the day, but he wants to avoid crossing the line between employee and customer. Tendou doesn’t stop encouraging him to have more self-confidence.
Monday
Wakatoshi’s eyes light up as he sees the distinctive hair and singular silhouette materialize through the door. But his illusions are shattered when he realizes he is not alone.
“Two small green teas. And a chocolate croissant,” says the companion.
Wakatoshi’s eyes light up as he sees the distinctive hair and singular silhouette materialize through the door. But his illusions are shattered when he realizes he is not alone.
“Two small green teas. And a chocolate croissant,” says the companion.
Wakatoshi waits for the customer to indicate that it’s Monday, medium mocha day, but it doesn’t happen. The companion tilts his head, perhaps not knowing why Wakatoshi remained silent.
Wakatoshi takes the order, and a few minutes later, he delivers it.
Something breaks in Wakatoshi’s chest when he sees them leaving together.
Something breaks in Wakatoshi’s chest when he sees them leaving together.
Tuesday
“Two black teas, please. And a slice of chocolate cake.”
Wakatoshi says nothing, not even because the cappuccino that afternoon was especially delicious.
Wakatoshi takes the order, and a few minutes later, he delivers it.
“Two black teas, please. And a slice of chocolate cake.”
Wakatoshi says nothing, not even because the cappuccino that afternoon was especially delicious.
Wakatoshi takes the order, and a few minutes later, he delivers it.
Wednesday
“Two large matcha teas, please. And a slice of pecan pie.”
“No, wait,” the customer says to his companion. “Matcha is disgusting. Ask for something else.”
“Omiomi, try it. You’ll see that you like it.”
The customer sighs, resigned.
“Two large matcha teas, please. And a slice of pecan pie.”
“No, wait,” the customer says to his companion. “Matcha is disgusting. Ask for something else.”
“Omiomi, try it. You’ll see that you like it.”
The customer sighs, resigned.
“Or you can ask for an Americano,” Wakatoshi suggests in a very low voice.
“No, it’s fine. I’ll try the matcha.”
Wakatoshi takes the order.
“No, it’s fine. I’ll try the matcha.”
Wakatoshi takes the order.
“Excuse me, how big is the big cup?” the next customer asks. Wakatoshi takes care of him while he waits for the tea to be ready. “I’d like a caramel frappe, please.”
A few minutes later, he delivers the order.
A few minutes later, he delivers the order.
Thursday
“These two cartons of milk and two donuts, please.”
“I can’t believe this sounds like a healthy snack to you,” the customer says, looking at his companion with a feeling Wakatoshi would have preferred not to recognize.
“These two cartons of milk and two donuts, please.”
“I can’t believe this sounds like a healthy snack to you,” the customer says, looking at his companion with a feeling Wakatoshi would have preferred not to recognize.
“And so I keep myself in perfect shape,” replied the companion, making the man laugh.
At least they left quickly.
At least they left quickly.
Friday
“Two large caramel macchiato, please.”
Wakatoshi smiles at the familiarity of the command. Only to remember that the client was there with his boyfriend, holding hands, whispering happily.
“Two large caramel macchiato, please.”
Wakatoshi smiles at the familiarity of the command. Only to remember that the client was there with his boyfriend, holding hands, whispering happily.
“Anything else?”
“Nothing, thank you.”
Wakatoshi takes the order, and a few minutes later, he delivers the drinks.
“Nothing, thank you.”
Wakatoshi takes the order, and a few minutes later, he delivers the drinks.
Saturday
It was stupid of him to believe that something could happen between him and the client. Especially since he knew nothing about him, he had only been attracted by his appearance and voice. God knows why. Maybe just because he was stupid.
It was stupid of him to believe that something could happen between him and the client. Especially since he knew nothing about him, he had only been attracted by his appearance and voice. God knows why. Maybe just because he was stupid.
At least that day, he could rest a little.
“Two small chamomile teas, please.”
“Chamomile? How old are you, Omiomi? 60?”
Wakatoshi almost screamed. Apparently, the universe was amused by rubbing his loneliness and stupidity in his face.
“Two small chamomile teas, please.”
“Chamomile? How old are you, Omiomi? 60?”
Wakatoshi almost screamed. Apparently, the universe was amused by rubbing his loneliness and stupidity in his face.
Sunday
Tendou texts him, saying it’s okay to cry, normal, and necessary to heal. But Wakatoshi doesn’t cry. He doesn’t know if it’s because his feelings weren’t that strong or maybe because there’s some shame in them.
Tendou texts him, saying it’s okay to cry, normal, and necessary to heal. But Wakatoshi doesn’t cry. He doesn’t know if it’s because his feelings weren’t that strong or maybe because there’s some shame in them.
However, tears or not, Wakatoshi is sad. Sadness that refuses to leave him no matter how much he watches his favorite movies or how much Hayashi rice bites he takes.
The day is cold, like so far this month. Wakatoshi believes that the cold temperatures and exercise will distract him from his pain. So he puts on his sneakers and goes for a run.
Wakatoshi runs through the neighborhood in the park's direction. He plans to run around so many times until he is exhausted.
When turning a corner, he collides with an oblivious pedestrian, and the impact causes both of them to fall on their butts. Wakatoshi sees a frappe flying into the air.
“I’m so sorry,” Wakatoshi says, helping the man get up.
“It’s you!! You are Ushijima, aren’t you?”
Wakatoshi almost dropped him in surprise. The man is furious with him.
“How do you know my name?”
“It’s you!! You are Ushijima, aren’t you?”
Wakatoshi almost dropped him in surprise. The man is furious with him.
“How do you know my name?”
“Oh! So you don’t remember me? Earlier this week, you made me a frappe, the most disgusting thing I’ve ever tasted. You are the worst barista I have ever met. I would never forget the name of the person who prepared such an atrocity.”
“I… I’m sorry?” he offered again.
“I… I’m sorry?” he offered again.
“Of course you are. Now you owe me two frappes.”
“But you were the one who was distracted,” Wakatoshi points out. “And you only had a coffee in your hand. “
“But you were the one who was distracted,” Wakatoshi points out. “And you only had a coffee in your hand. “
“What about the horrible coffee the other day?”
Wakatoshi sighs. The angry man looks at him with crossed arms, making an adorable face that makes his glasses sit wrong.
Wakatoshi sighs. The angry man looks at him with crossed arms, making an adorable face that makes his glasses sit wrong.
“Okay, I’ll buy you your frappes.”
“You will not take me to the cafeteria where you work, right? I didn’t like it at all. It seemed that a blind person decorated it.”
“You will not take me to the cafeteria where you work, right? I didn’t like it at all. It seemed that a blind person decorated it.”
Wakatoshi tilts his head because... he wasn’t planning to take the angry man anywhere. He was just going to give him the corresponding money. The man stares at him; he is in a bad mood, so bad that Wakatoshi wonders why he wants to spend time with him.
“No, I don’t want to spend my salary where I work. I know a place with good reviews; maybe you’ll like it.”
“Okay, let’s go then.”
“Ah… yeah, okay…”
“Okay, let’s go then.”
“Ah… yeah, okay…”
During the walk, the angry man tells Wakatoshi what a good frappe should be like, and Wakatoshi asks him why he drinks a cold drink when they are in the middle of winter.
“By the way, it doesn’t seem fair that you know my name, and I don’t know yours.”
“Oikawa Tooru.”
“Oikawa Tooru.”
Friday
“Ushiwaka-chan, you took a long time,” Oikawa says with a pout.
“I was washing the dishes,” Wakatoshi explains, smiling.
“Okay, let’s go now. I really need my frappe.”
“Ushiwaka-chan, you took a long time,” Oikawa says with a pout.
“I was washing the dishes,” Wakatoshi explains, smiling.
“Okay, let’s go now. I really need my frappe.”
“Oikawa, wait. I’d like to know if... instead of having coffee... I wanted to know if you want to have dinner with me?”
Wakatoshi feels his heart pounding faster than ever. Nervousness turns to relief and joy when he sees Oikawa grinning from ear to ear.
Wakatoshi feels his heart pounding faster than ever. Nervousness turns to relief and joy when he sees Oikawa grinning from ear to ear.
“Dinner is not a substitute for coffee.”
“Not at all.”
“Then let’s go.”
Oikawa laces his fingers with Wakatoshi’s. And so, holding hands, they walk out of the coffee shop.
“Not at all.”
“Then let’s go.”
Oikawa laces his fingers with Wakatoshi’s. And so, holding hands, they walk out of the coffee shop.
Back at the place, at the table furthest from the front door, a couple chats.
“Did you see? He has a boyfriend. You can stop being paranoid now.”
Atsumu mutters something. Sakusa rolls his eyes before giving him a kiss on the cheek.
FIN
“Did you see? He has a boyfriend. You can stop being paranoid now.”
Atsumu mutters something. Sakusa rolls his eyes before giving him a kiss on the cheek.
FIN
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