Ordinary Girl -Satoshi
Summary: You are just a normal girl working in Vienna in a small Café, when you fought Satoshi’s eye.
Pairing: Satoshi x fem!reader
You were just trying to get through your Tuesday shift at a small Café in Vienna’s 8th district. Mostly locals and a few exhausted journalists who wanted decent coffee came by, people who wanted to leave the chaos of Eurovision behind for a little bit.
He walked in around 11 a.m. on the second day of rehearsals, hood up, his dark hair messy, eyes tired.
“Espresso. Double. And whatever pastry you think is actually good,” He said in English with a soft East-European accent.
You raised an eyebrow, “Bold of you to trust my taste.”
He gave you a small smile, “I have a good feeling about your taste.”
You couldn’t help but blush at his answer, quickly walking away from his table to start working on his order. After a few minutes, and a few deep breaths to calm yourself down, you brought him an espresso and a cherry-almond croissant which sold out fast every day.
That should have been the end of it, but it wasn’t.
———
He came back every morning after the interaction between the two of you. Always the same table by the window, always asking you if you want to keep him company for a few minutes. On the fourth visit, you finally sat with him during your break.
“You’re not going to ask for a selfie or a signature?” he teased, wanting to know if you were aware of who he was.
“Nope. I’m going to ask why a guy performing in front of 180 million people looks more stressed in a café than on stage.” You answered casually, even if you were freaking out on the inside.
He studied your face for a few seconds, before he smiled at you once again, “Because on stage I know exactly who I’m supposed to be. Here? I’m just Vlad who misses his grandmother’s food and hasn’t slept properly in two weeks.”
That honesty left you speechless for a moment, “I mean- you are always welcome here if the Eurovision chaos is too much to handle.”
“Well, actually I wanted to ask you something else…” He mumbled, with a smirk.
———
That’s how you found yourself with him at a little park near your café, talking with him for what seemed like hours. He told you about growing up in Cahul and drumming on pots as a kid. You told him about failing your first year of university and secretly loving the chaos of ESC week, even if you pretended to be totally unimpressed by it.
And then, all of a sudden, he kissed you. At first it was soft, then deeper, his hand sliding into your hair like he’d been thinking about it for days. When you pulled back, breathing hard, he rested his forehead against yours.
“I really shouldn’t be doing this right now,” he whispered.
“Then stop.” You muttered back, your voice filled with a hint of disappointment.
He kissed you harder instead.
———
A few days later the Grand Final took place in the Vienna Stadthalle. You watched from home like a normal person, when Moldova placed 8th. A few minutes after the voting had ended, Satoshi shared his location with you, clearly wanting to see you. When you arrived he was already waiting. He was still in his stage outfit, buzzing with adrenaline. Satoshi pulled you into a tight hug, lifted you off the ground, and kissed you like no one was watching. But someone was and the blurry photo went viral overnight.
That's why the official press conference the next day was intense.
A British reporter went straight in, “Satoshi, care to comment on the pictures with the anonymous girl?”
Satoshi leaned forward, calm but firm, “She’s Austrian. She has nothing to do with music or Eurovision. She’s just a really good person who made this crazy week feel normal. We spent some time together and I like her a lot.”
Another question reporter stood up, “Is it serious?”
He smiled, “I hope it becomes serious.”
And that’s all it took to go viral once more. Fans made edits on TikTok to his song ‘Viva, Moldova’, using the picture of you two kissing and his statement at the press conference.
A.N; I don’t really know how to feel about this but I still wanted to share it:)
Tag: @oatmealinca