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hanamaki being stood up by his date and bartender!matsukawa ending his shift, sitting and putting down a plate of creampuffs in front of him.
“on the house.” he says nonchalantly, hanamaki smiled. he's been watching him since 8:30, and it was well-past 10:00 now.
“thanks.”
“on the house.” he says nonchalantly, hanamaki smiled. he's been watching him since 8:30, and it was well-past 10:00 now.
“thanks.”
hanamaki took a bite, then raised his head to meet matsukawa's eyes. “this is good, but i don't want your sympathy.”
“can't a guy be nice?” matsukawa scoffed, but there was no bitter edge to it. “so, wanna tell me about that asshole?”
“why should i?” hanamaki laughed. “i don't
“can't a guy be nice?” matsukawa scoffed, but there was no bitter edge to it. “so, wanna tell me about that asshole?”
“why should i?” hanamaki laughed. “i don't
know you.”
matsukawa shrugged. “we could change that,” he extended a hand to him. “matsukawa issei, this shop is my aunt's.”
hanamaki stared at him for a few seconds, then he smiled defeatedly. “hanamaki takahiro, i like cream puffs.”
“well, that's a good first impression.”
matsukawa shrugged. “we could change that,” he extended a hand to him. “matsukawa issei, this shop is my aunt's.”
hanamaki stared at him for a few seconds, then he smiled defeatedly. “hanamaki takahiro, i like cream puffs.”
“well, that's a good first impression.”
“well, were you trying to leave one?” he took another bite of the cream puff.
“why not?” matsukawa smiled, which made hanamaki want to flip the table. “who knows how long it'll last.”
“man, that asshole missed a good cream puff.”
hanamaki still looked quite down but matsukawa
“why not?” matsukawa smiled, which made hanamaki want to flip the table. “who knows how long it'll last.”
“man, that asshole missed a good cream puff.”
hanamaki still looked quite down but matsukawa
tried ignoring it for the sake of looking at his face. hanamaki looked pretty under the dim lighting of the 24/7 café. the evening air aided in making the atmosphere a little bit less dense than before.
“might i tempt you for more tomorrow?” matsukawa settled, waiting for a
“might i tempt you for more tomorrow?” matsukawa settled, waiting for a
response.
hanamaki's eyes met his, disappointment suddenly absent, smile turning sly. “i don't know, will you show up?”
“i literally work here.” matsukawa announced, gesturing to the name tag on his apron. hanamaki was laughing again, and it felt like time stopped.
how pretty.
hanamaki's eyes met his, disappointment suddenly absent, smile turning sly. “i don't know, will you show up?”
“i literally work here.” matsukawa announced, gesturing to the name tag on his apron. hanamaki was laughing again, and it felt like time stopped.
how pretty.
“what time does your shift start?”
“around 6.” he put a hand on his chin as if thinking. “are you gonna pick me up like in those romance movies?”
hanamaki pretended to swoon. “would that win your heart?”
“wait, i'm the one asking you out here, stop out-flirting me.”
“my bad.”
“around 6.” he put a hand on his chin as if thinking. “are you gonna pick me up like in those romance movies?”
hanamaki pretended to swoon. “would that win your heart?”
“wait, i'm the one asking you out here, stop out-flirting me.”
“my bad.”
matsukawa watched as he giggled. “so, i'll meet you here at 4:30?”
“how do i know you're not a weirdo?” hanamaki pointed out with his fork. “or a serial killer.”
matsukawa gestured to his face. “does this look like a murderer to you?” hanamaki stood up and cupped his cheeks.
“how do i know you're not a weirdo?” hanamaki pointed out with his fork. “or a serial killer.”
matsukawa gestured to his face. “does this look like a murderer to you?” hanamaki stood up and cupped his cheeks.
matsukawa ignored his panic and continued talking. “the only thing i murder are hearts—oh.”
he wasn't able to finish his statement when hanamaki kissed his cheek. “guess that's good for a first date.”
matsukawa looked at his plate and found it empty. “uh.”
“see you tomorrow.”
he wasn't able to finish his statement when hanamaki kissed his cheek. “guess that's good for a first date.”
matsukawa looked at his plate and found it empty. “uh.”
“see you tomorrow.”
and with that, hanamaki walked out the café doors.
akaashi emerged from the kitchen doors, eyeing matsukawa with a look that made him know just how pathetic he is.
“shut up.”
“i didn't say anything.”
“you were thinking it!”
“can't believe i'm related to you, you're a gay mess.”
“well, sorry i'm not as smooth as you.”
“shut up.”
“i didn't say anything.”
“you were thinking it!”
“can't believe i'm related to you, you're a gay mess.”
“well, sorry i'm not as smooth as you.”
