Oneshots au

coffee au Wister + Valentino

This is a coffee shop au
I'm so sorry
Wister works as a part-time barista for money(However he still lives with that murderer and cleans up dead bodies for him yk)
Valentino is kinda there lighthearted au hihihi
I DO NOT REMEMBER ALL OF VALENTINOS LORE, I AM VERY SORRY IF I GET STUFF WRONG
Also i might've made up fake bandmates for valentino because idrk abt his bandmates(Other than shizuka but liek,,, I don't really wanna add him,,.. LMAO)
This is all mainly in Valentinos pov because i'm trying to remember everything abt him and write it down befoer my dumbass forgets als
Let's go‼️

Third pov(Valentino yippeeee)

Time seemed to pass by faster when Valentino was in band club. He didn't even realize that he was supposed to dismiss everyone until 30 minutes later and he only remembered because his essay was due the very next day, seeing that he didn't start on his assignment it clearly freaked him out a bit. His expression of clear irritation was an obvious sign to just leave him alone for the day. once everyone packed up their instruments and left, Valentino just stood there for a brief minute before leaving as-well.

The boy took an abrupt stop at his house but only to pick up his laptop, securing it in a nice messenger bag before heading out. His expression remained neutral as he roamed the town, looking for a place to finish his assignment before settling on a small little café. Valentino was in need of a drink anyways, all that violin-playing was quite exhausting after some time. He recalled a moment in time where he overworked himself to exhaustion and found blisters all over his hands afterwards, the pain he felt at the time was excruciating, he always reminds himself to take breaks every once in awhile after that incident. 

"Welcome to hexagon café, sir! Feel free to sit wherever you'd like!" The boy greeted Valentino with a soft smile, gesturing towards the many coffee tables that were organized around the place. He looked like val's age.

Both of their eyes met for a brief moment however it felt like an eternity for Valentino, his face flushed with embarrassment before nodding. He made his way towards one of the tables all the way in the back to not cause too much attention to himself. Why was he freaking out over that? This thought circulated around his head for a moment before immediately shooing it away as the more he thought about it the more frustrated and red he got. someon couldve mistkane him for a redneck or smth idk man :sob:

Besides, he had more important stuff to focus on like his essay. His conscience scolded him for his irresponsibility of being incapable of prioritizing his own studies as he booted up his laptop. Valentino was known for being a major band kid, always focusing on reading sheet music rather than actually paying attention to lectures. Of course this type of behavior and lack of effort in his education took a toll on the boy's grades to a point his mother was getting stern over it as she was getting quite worried. Valentino, not wanting to worry his own mother, made a mental note to work harder on his work ethic and studies.

Hours passed however it felt like mere seconds as the purple-haired boy became more irritated and frustrated, he was on his sixth coffee and yet all he had done were 2 paragraphs which barely covered a quarter of the topic he was supposed to be writing on. He felt as if he was gonna burst into tears from the sight of his poorly written essay, his entire face was buried into his arms as he hunched over the table. Right when he was about to give up hope on getting a demi-decent grade on this assignment he felt the presence of another individual right in front of him.

"Do you need help?" The pleasant voice of someone else could be heard in the room. Valentino lifted his head before realizing that 1, he was the only person in the cafe now(Not that there was many to begin with) and 2, the barista that was serving him moments prior was speaking to him.

"Uh-- No, I'm alright.!" Valentino stammered, his face suddenly turning warmer by the second.

"Are you sure?" the brown-haired boy looked towards his computer, seeing the lack of text on the google docs concerned him. "I really don't mind lending a hand! it's not like anyone's gonna be coming here any time soon anyways,,!" Despite Valentino's protest he still sat right beside him, Of course, this made him quite irritated. How could this random guy just invade his own personal space?! Does he not know boundaries??