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Summary

ᓺᵒ ˢᵖᵒⁱ˔ᵉʳˢ! ˢᵒʳʳʸ! ᵀʰⁱˢ ʷⁱ˔˔ ᵇᵉ ᵃ įµįµƒĖ”įµ‰ Ź³įµ‰įµƒįµˆįµ‰Ź³ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ. į“®įµ˜įµ— ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ įµƒŹ³įµ‰āæ'įµ— ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᶠᵃⁿᶠⁱᶜˢ ᶠᵒʳ įµįµƒĖ”įµ‰Ė¢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ įµƒŹ³įµ‰āæ'įµ— ᵐᵃⁿʸ Ė¢įµ˜įµįµƒ ᶠⁱᶜˢ. ᓾᓸᓱᓬˢᓱ ᓱᓺᓶᓼʸ! ā„‚š• š•—š•—š•–š•– š•Šš•™š• š•” š”øš•¦ šš‚ššššŠšš›ššššŽšš: š™°šš™šš›šš’šš•.šŸæšššš‘.šŸøšŸ¶šŸøšŸ· š™µšš’šš—šš’ššœšš‘ššŽšš: ?.?.?

Genre
Romance/Other
Author
Ace
Status
Ongoing
Chapters
4
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
16+

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He's staring at you again that Grey haired guy; he comes in pretty often at least every other day and he's always staring at you.

Not that you really mind just you wanna know why he's constantly fucking staring at you. You stepped back up to the counter and checked the label on the drink your coworker Oikawa made.


"Uhm...Sugawara?" You called out looking out at the customers, and after a moment the grey haired male stood up at walked over and smiled faintly. "Thank you-" he glanced at the name tag that was on the breast of your apron. "Y/n." He spoke taking the extremely hot drink after pulling the sleeve of his sweater over his hand to shield it from the warmth that would've probably scolded his hand.


"You're welcome sir." You gave a slight bow and smiled as kindly as You possibly could, yeah your job was fun but it could get boring sometimes since nothing fun happened.

Being a barista wasn't all it was cracked up to be, to bad your job wasn't like some cheesy rom-com you'd see on T.v.


Sugawara smiled and slipped over a five dollar tip, "have a nice day sir." Sugawara said before walking back to his seat.

You smiled and slipped the tip into your pocket before walking to the back to sign out for the end of your shift. "Hey Oikawa! I'm leavin, make sure to close up once everyone else leaves!" You called out as he turned the corner while wiping his hands on a hand towel.


"Alright, see you tomorrow Y/n. OH, tell Kunimi I said hi." He waved and gave you one of his signature smiles that had every girl (and some guys as well) that came in fawning over him, "heh...okay I will." you returned the small wave and walked out through the back door.


"Whew...long day, I need a cupcake." You grumbled brushing your hands through your hair and walking out to the front to start your way home, where cupcakes would surely be waiting for you. Your best friend had a weird habit of leaving boxes of cupcakes at your house every other day since his parents owned a bakery and he'd help around sometimes.


Not that you minded I mean, free cupcakes right?

A smile slipped onto your face as you walked a bit faster kinda exhilarated to get home so you could stuff your face with food and you couldn't help but wonder what the flavor would be today, the cupcakes would always be a different flavor on Sunday it was Pumpkin spice and Tuesday it was Strawberry.


It was always a delightful surprise seeing the kinds of cupcakes that you'd get to try.

You pulled the keys out of your pocket as you neared your house, you unlocked your door and stepped inside setting your keys on the table.


"Ayo, Akira I'm home!" You called out and poked your head into the living room where your roommate Kunimi was sitting on the couch playing a video game and munching on a cupcake, "the cupcakes are on the counter, I'll keep it a surprise but you'll love em." He said waving to you (well more like waving you off).


You huffed quietly "hello to you too asshole." You grumbled stepping into the kitchen and picking up a cupcake from the open box on the counter, you licked at the frosting and hummed softly it tasted like straight up whipped cream but the consistency was different than the consistency of actual whipped cream it was a lot thicker in texture.


You bit into the cupcake and your insides melted, it tasted like coffee like black coffee but sweet? If that makes any sense.

As a twenty-four year old you loving Coffee well... it's not that Comprehensible, with your job, Final exams for college, your dumb roommate(well not really dumb, just a handful sometimes.), you're just really busy all the time.


You sat up on the counter and continued to munch on the delicious cupcake in your hand, you'd have to take your friend out for a drink for this one.


Suddenly something in your mind clicked, you set the remaining half of your cupcake on the counter(the wrapper is still on of course, don't want germs on your delicious cupcake.)


You slid over to your fridge and swung the door open, milk with a coffee cupcake? Fuck yes!

You grabbed the milk jug from the fridge and poured yourself a cup before closing the fridge with your foot.


You picked your cupcake up and took a bite and being the genius you are gulped a bit of milk with it. "You're so fucking weird..." you glanced over and Kunimi was grabbing another cupcake while giving you a funky look as if you just purposely spilt scolding hot coffee on yourself on purpose.


" You're not any better Akira." You replied with a mouth stuffed with cupcake which made your roommate gag, he grabbed the cup of milk from your hand and did pretty much the same thing you did and then he sighed in annoyance.


" I hate when you're right Y/n.." he grumbled stealing the rest of your milk which you didn't really care since you had finished your cupcake, "so how was work..?" Akira asked glancing over at you while finishing off the milk he stole from you, "it was fine, found out that the grey haired dudes name is Sugawara.." "Well I'll be damned, I knew I recognized him when you told me what he looks like. My high school volleyball team played against his a few times."


You nodded and sat down at your dining table, "oh, Oikawa said hi." You murmured and got a small hum from Akira, "alright thanks, gotta do some work. Talk to you later." Kunimi set his glass in the sink, grabbed his laptop off the bag laying on the table and waved before disappearing into his room.


You sighed and leaned back into your chair, today was a productive day.

Well not really same thing as always only difference was you finally finding out who the guy who was always was, so that's an accomplishment.


Oh right...he gave you a tip, you grabbed the five dollar tip from your pocket and glanced over at the cupcakes on the counter and honestly thought of bringing one for him since he always showed up on Fridays.

You got up and put two of the cupcakes into a container and set them in the fridge, and with that you went up to your room and grabbed your laptop prepared for a good two or three hours of school work to catch up on.


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