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Tokyo Revengers tossed left and right on their bed. They had a big exam the next morning but they’re kept up by something. Well, not something but someone who’s insistent on blowing up their phone.
“God, why did I give them my phone number?” TR grunted into their pillow. They stopped moving and thought about their first meeting.
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The cafe shop door opens with a sharp ring as the door hits the bell. The cafe had just opened 20 minutes ago. The scent of fresh coffee beans being crushed fills the shop from top to bottom. Machines working nonstop as well as the tired college students shuffling around. Two were currently in the shop, TR took the front while their coworker was in the back doing whatever they were.
”Welcome to Coffee Foam, what can I get you?” TR said while they wiped down the front counter.
“Can I get a medium caffe mocha? With 2 pumps of caramel syrup, please and thank you!” The customer replied with a cheerful voice that felt too loud for the early morning.
“Got it, it’ll be $2.75 and what name will this be under?”
“Bungo Stray Dogs.” they replied as they handed TR the money with exact change.
“It’ll be ready in a few minutes, please feel free to sit anywhere you want.” TK went to put the money into the cash register as the receipt printed.
BSD sprouted a mischief smirk that definitely meant trouble for TR and opened their mouth.
“Anywhere? Then can I sit on that lap of yours?” BDS said with a smirk unaware of TR cursing at them with every insult they knew in their head that if they said out loud would definitely get them fired on the spot.
“No you can’t, now please leave me alone while I make your drink.” TR said, trying their best not to climb over the counter to strangle the customer.
The job at the cafe wasn’t half bad if you excluded annoying customers. The work hours matched with TR’s class schedule and the pay was enough to pay rent in their shared apartment with their roommates. The morning shifts were quite annoying, the night shift never seemed to clean up after business hours. The job was a life saver after they had been kicked out of their parent’s home when TR had a huge fight with their parents. At least they were able to keep their puppy, Takamichi, who’s so clingy and absolutely adorable. The thought itself made TR grin to themselves until they saw BSD stare at them with a smile. Turning around to take the cup lids from the dispenser and push it onto the plastic cup.
“Medium caffe mocha with 2 pumps of caramel syrup for Bungo Stray Dogs!”
BSD rises from their table and saunters, saunters, to the pick up counter.
“The fucker is milking their walk to the counter! They know exactly what they're doing.” TR thought to themselves as they stood waiting for a certain person.
TR passes the drink to BSD when they finally make it to the counter. TR felt a sliver of skin on his when BSD went to get the drink from their hand. They grind on their teeth. BSD takes a sip and turns to TR with an impressed look.
“This is usually an overly sugary drink but this one isn’t. Did you soaked up all the sugar in this drink? Because you are sweet as hell” they finish with a wink.
“You need this job so you can’t take the drink and throw it at their face” runs through TR head like their personal mantra and they take a breath in an attempt to calm themselves and to hopefully not hurl the drink at BSD.
“If you don't have anything else to order, please leave the counter. Have a great day.” They add the last part because TR still has manners and to not lose this job for ‘poor customer service’.
“Alright sweetheart, see you tomorrow!” BSD says with a smile and exits the cafe, the small bell rings once again but this time it shows that BSD left.
TR goes to restock the little bite size desserts the cafe has on display and they hear a pair of footsteps walk towards them.
“So TR, who was that cutie?” Jujutsu Kaisen, their friend since elementary school and their coworker in this cafe, said. Toilet Bound Hanako Kun, his other coworker, trails behind JJK carrying a box of new plastic cups and starts placing them in the holder.
“It’s none of your business JJK, go flirt with TBHK or something. Or actually do your job for once.”
“Alright, alright, I got it. I won’t continue about your secret lover I guess.”
“They’re not my secret lover! Go back to whatever hole you crawled out of!”
“My mother’s vagina?”
“Fuck off!”
With that JJK went to talk to TBHK about JJK’s cat Gojo, that cat has the most unnerving, crystal clear blue eyes that no cat or any living organisms should have but Gojo makes it work so who is TR to question it.
The rest of the day goes by slowly, the same regulars come in, make small talk, and leaves. For some reason, that are most definitely totally platonic, TR can’t stop thinking about a certain charming bastard from morning.