Chuuya has no idea why he is still here, working overtime at a cafe he should probably put his two weeks notice in.
Quitting would be an irrational decision, Chuuya knows. It pays off his college fees and bills, the pay is decent for his post as a barista and the ambience is pleasant. On most days it's peaceful, quiet customers ordering their drinks and seating themselves for either group studies or work.
Today is one of those days. Where the cafe stays quiet and the weather is the perfect mix of windy and warm. Just cool enough for the wind to hit his skin and make him feel giddy inside with comfort and not be too cold at the same time.
What could possibly make him want to even think about quitting? Everything is perfect, right?
Wrong.
Chuuya may have hundreds of reasons to stay, he just named a few, but there is one thing that makes him want to leave. Just one. And that one reason is infuriating, bordering on annoying enough to outweigh the hundred others:
The annoying customer on the other side of the counter that Chuuya was currently serving.
Dazai Osamu.
The regular who he very patiently waits for to do something against the policies to finally, oh, finally ban him from the Book Lover's Cafe.
Dazai, on the other side of the counter, was grinning almost childishly as he tried to come up with another ridiculous combination of a drink.
Last time it was an iced americano with a single spoon of condensed milk and twelve pumps of caramel.
Condensed or normal, milk doesn't even go in americanos! And caramel, seriously?
The worst part was, they were too ridiculous for any other barista in the back to even tolerate serving that man, but not ridiculous enough to turn down the order. The manager wouldn't let anyone kick him out.
When the brunet's eyes perked up, Chuuya knew it was time to write down another ridiculous order.
Dazai's childish grin turned smug as he spoke up. "I'd like an iced flat white with exactly seven-and-half ice cubes, and instead of a double shot of espresso, make it a dozen. Also add whipped cream on it and all the donut icing you have in the back. Oh, and, I need five of those." He finished in one breath, and Chuuya just quietly glared at him.
"...No." He replied, resting his chin on his hands.
"Oh? What was that? I'm a customer. I'm techinally paying your bills, you know?"
"You're giving me a headache, that's what you're doing!" Chuuya retorts, typing down on the computer.
"The answer is no."
The brunet had the audacity to pout.
"Aww, it was worth a shot."
"I'm writing you down for a cappuccino. Unless, you have a real order?"
"Uh, I'd like to have your number. Make that well done."
"That I can do."
The man took a seat in the corner of the room.
The conversation kept repeating in Chuuya's head as he made the order. Then another. And another. Until it was night time and the doors were closed and he was in the subway. His mind played his voice over and over again until he was in his room, smiling to himself.
"Chuuya is so mean! Why would you write my name as 'Mackerel' on the cup??"
Stupid.
"Aww, it was worth a shot."
Idiot.
"Make me a coffee that represents the state of the capitalistic society of ours where the poor works endlessly and gets poorer and rich exploits the common man to get richer. Oh, and add some whipped cream on top!"
An absolute idiot.
"I'd like to have your number. Make that well done."
No one would willingly date him. No-one wants that.
"You listen to me when I speak. Others don't. They are a lost cause."
That just means I don't have to share him.
"Do you accept kisses as a form of payment?"
My idiot.
He's my cute, irrititating idiot .
As much as Chuuya liked to pretend otherwise, he couldn't wait to see Dazai again.
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Author's note:
Heyyaaaa!! I know this oneshot was wayyyy too short but I'll do better!
This is my second/third-ish(?) time writing a fanfic. The last time I wrote one was four years ago and I was a kid. Please be nice about any mistakes or criticism<33
