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Asahi has been searching for a good coffee shop he can study at for a few weeks now. Even though he's pretty shy when he orders his coffee, he loves the amosphere of little local coffee shops in Tokyo, especially when they're family run and don't get a ton of people. And recently, he's found the perfect place--a small, family run, tiny coffee shop that he hadn't noticed right by his university that he's just been accepted into. It's small and quaint, and there's a cute guy as the main barista to boot. He's got soft hair, pretty blue eyes, and he can already imagine him having an adorable smile. He's definetly the more mysterious and cold type. And he's not much shorter than him, which makes him even cuter.
He walks through the doors, entering the little shop. He's been there once before, but he never got confident enough to order, especially with the cute guy that was making the coffee. He thought he would be more confident this time, but as soon as he steps foreward he already wants to chiken out. He sits down a small table, opening his laptop to work on whatever he can find, mostly trying to work up the courage to actually talk to the barista instead of actually working on anything.
After a little while of looking up at the menu and getting extremely flustered whenver he catches the gaze of the barista, he actually gets up to go and order, though his voice is shaking and he's fidgeting a lot with his large hands. "Uhm, could i please get a.." He pauses, completley forgetting the drink he wanted to order. He looks up at the menu beside him, trying to find the drink he wanted. This happend every damn time he went up to order, and while he knows what he likes to have when it comes to coffee, he just ends up panicking and asking for a black coffee because then he won't look like a wuss, even though he kinda is one.
The barista just stares back, but at least when he looks back at him he catches his name: Kageyama. That's actually a pretty cute name, if he does think so himself. "J-Just a matcha latte.." He mumbles, letting out a little sigh after he blurts out his order that he did actually want this time.
"Alright, sir. Your order will be out in a second." The young man at the counter mutters, going over to the coffee machine to prepare the drink for him.
Asahi goes back to his table, staring at the empty document on his laptop. He doesn't even know what he was going to work on, as college hasn't even started officially yet, so obviously he has nothing to work on. He sighes yet again, what feels like the hundreth time he's done that today, and rests his face into his hands. But after a miunet, he shoots up when he hears his order being called out. He stands up and speed-walks over to the counter where he sees his drink.
As he reaches for the cup, he realizes too late that the barista's hand is very much so still on the cup, and his larger hand covers his in a way too sensual way. The barista blushes a little and looks away, sheepishly letting go. "Enjoy your drink, sir." He mutters before he walks back to the coffee machine.
Asahi just stands there like a tomato with a manbun before he finally shakes his head, grabbing a packet of sugar and going back to his table. He pours in the sugar, stirring it a little before he takes a sip. He doesnt drink much coffee, but this is by far the best drink he's ever had at a damn coffee shop.