half light (tokyo ghoul au) || victuuri

half light

He didn't mean to feel this way he doesn't now how he could've let this happen.

It started one morning, a man with pale skin and light hair drinking a cup of decaf coffee. He was tall dressed in a red and white jacket, with white baggy pants and some sneakers on.

He looked a bit out of place, but it was a coffee shop he was in if course and probably needed to wake up a bit. It would also be rude to point out the man, in public.

Not to far from him a man had walked in, he was about the same height but a bit shorter. He had dark hair, was a bit tan, wore square glasses, and a black suit with a tie.

Much more sufisticated, as he walked with a white briefcase in his hand.

He caught the light-haired mans attention, as he drank his coffee he watched the business man (?) walk to a booth just a few seats down from him. As he set his suitcase down on the seat next to him, the man looked a bit younger than him. His skin looked smooth, his eyes were a pretty color, nice face structure.

He took off his first layer to reveal his body, covered by that white layer of a buttoned up shirt.

The man looked delicious.

From where he was sitting he heard the man's phone vibrate in his pocket, and he watched from the corner of his eye. He watched the man's thumb aimlessly scroll and text, as he drank his coffee.

"Can I get you anything else?" A voice from the brunette barista interrupted him. He looked up at the girl, to decline and she moved on.

As he took another sip from his coffee, he tried getting another look at the man beside him.

"It's rude to stare." The man said.

He almost spit of his coffee right there. "Sorry." He gave a small smile, to play it off rubbing the back of his neck.

"You know it's rude to keep your briefcase, on a seat that could be occupied by another person." He teasingly said, eyeing the man's case.

"Ah, you're right. Sorry." The man smiled, grabbing his case and setting it on the floor.

As fast as he set it down, the light-haired man took it upon himself to move to the free seat.

"So what's your name?" He asked, with a cheeky smile, hand on his cheek.

He was pretty cute up close.

"I'm Yuuri, and you?"

He smelled good too.

"I'm Viktor! It's a pleasure to meet you!" He stuck his hand out, giving the other man a hand shake.

"So Yuuri, what are you doing here?" He liked how his name just sounded so natural to say.

"Working, was sent out to the 13th Ward today." He calmly answered, leaning his cheek onto his palm elbow on the counter top.

"What about you? You don't really look like you're getting ready for work or anything to be honest." He laughed a little, as Viktor looked like he had rolled out of bed, which he did.

"How rude! I'll have you know I like to get coffee before I comfortably workout!" He pouted, as Yuuri laughed.

God that sounded cute.

"So-"

Yuuri's phone rang.

"I'm sorry-"

"No no no! It's fine and dandy." He smiled waving his hand off.

Yuuri reached for his phone, seeing the name on the screen. A serious look appeared on his face quickly, as he got up from his seat.

"Sorry, I have to go." He scurried to grab his coat, and briefcase as he answered the phone, and left.