Just Another Typical day
Masrur x Reader (S/O, Y/N) [Re-write]
S/O pov
The days in Sindria are never boring. At least, that's what most say. The King is always wrapped up in some sort of trouble, the palace is always noisy, and the people always smiling. But that was just it, Always.
For (Y/N) It's just another typical day. Getting up in the sun-basked morning, the smell of their daily fresh baked bread, opening up the small and quaint bakery, sweeping the walkway of any debris from the party held the night before, having a Fanalis stare at them from across the street, having people flood in and out, and finally having a well-deserved lunch break. Yup, a typical day.
"Another great day of morning sails!" (Y/N) stretched feeling accomplished. "At this rate I'll have to close up in a couple of hours! I wonder if the flour shipment came in yet." They sighed as they took a seat in one of the outdoor chairs. People flooded by as usual; some holding baskets of goods, maybe a few kids with toys, and the obvious group of Sinbad's admirers reading his Seven Seas tales. Which to (Y/N) was incredible considering how outlandish the story sounded, but then again in the age of Dungeon Conquerers and Djinn anything could happen.
Masrur pov
"Masrur, just say hi to her. " Sharrkan kept trying to persuade the taller man to talk to the bakery owner.
"I don't always agree with this dummy over here but...he is right Masrur. What you're doing most girls would find creepy." Yamuraiha kept insisting, "I mean, even if she just accepted this as an everyday thing, it probably didn't dawn on her it was because you liked her." She waved her wand around as she leaned back into a wall.
Masrur thought for a bit before shaking his head still lost in his friends' reasoning.
"Fine let me put it to you this way," Sharrkan began, "If Pisti stared at you every day, at the same time, shrinking on her duties; wouldn't you be concerned? Now add on that she's suddenly much bigger than you and doesn't talk."
With that though Masrur paled a bit. A giant Pisti did not sound wonderful in the slightest.
"Do you want them to think your a creeper Masrur?" Yamuraiha stated which made Masrur freeze.
"..... No.... " He lowered his eyes to the ground, suddenly finding the dirt interesting.
"THEN GO TALK TO THEM!!" Both his best friends shouted as he sighed. The sudden thought of having a crush became burdensome for the duration of this chat, but as he looked over and saw (Y/N) staring off it suddenly felt worth it.
For him they weren't like everyone else. Instead of (Y/N) it felt like (S/O). He hated to admit it but it was truly love at first sight. Their face radiated feelings of happiness and warmth; even with that kind demeanor they weren't ever afraid to speak their mind as he saw them get in a few spouts with unruly hung-over customers. Also, their bread smelled heavenly ever morning. Not that he would admit that out loud, nor accept the fact he was too shy to buy any.
"Fine...but if this goes wrong..." Masrur ended with a chilling side glance to the pair as he had a quick feeling of regret and potential mourning coming upon his soul. Meanwhile, they both gave him a thumbs up with unnerving confidence as the Fanalis man walked over to the bakery.
S/O pov
'The sun today feels warm.....or.....felt...' (Y/N) thought as they felt a chilling absence of the suns' rays. "Can I help you?" They asked as one eye opened to see the silhouette of the shadow cast upon their seating area.
When their question was met with a long silence they finally gave in and looked directly at the shadows' owner. There stood the Fanalis who is part of (Y/N)'s typical day, or what they thought would be typical.
"General Masrur?!" In a slight and embarrassed panic (Y/N) stood up and bowed. "Is there anything I can help you with?" They asked excitedly as they looked at the Fanalis with new determined and hopeful eyes that today would be a bit different than the rest.
Much to (Y/N)'s delight, Masrur didn't fail to deliver as his ears began to glow red.
"Hello?" (Y/N) asked as they waved their hand in front of the generals' face.
"...... I like your b-bakery." The tall man mumbled at last.
Masrur pov
Masrur mentally slapped himself. everyone would be laughing their asses off with his poor attempt at first contact....well all accept Ja'far who might have given Masrur a look of pity. Not that the thought made this any better.
Surprisingly (Y/N) began to laugh. It sounded heavenly, just like the bread baked every morning.
"Okayyy...Thank you~. You know, if you like it that much you should stop in sometime. I try to perfect my recipe a little more each day." (Y/N) chirped.
Masrur nodded. "Sure."
S/O pov
"From that day on, he made sure to visit as soon as the bakery opened." (S/O) laughed lightly at the fond memory.
"But how was that another Typical Day? Wasn't it something new since Masrur came to talk to you, Finally might I add?!" Pisti said fully intrigued and into (S/O)'s fond memory.
"Well I guess you could say that." (S/O) smiled, "But the look in his eyes, they still look the same after all this time. Filled with undoubted love.~" They teased as Masrur squeezed their hand lightly, both which held a matching ring.
