do you mind?
summary. sharing a table with a stranger because the cafe is full / them shooting their shot with you
characters. xiao, scaramouche, heizou, venti, kazuha x gn!reader (separate)
tags. modern au, fluff, crack
warnings. use of pet name in heizou's, kind of ooc kazuha, alcohol in venti's
XIAO
Internally panics, but welcomes you to the table with a small nod. He would be the shy type, looking everywhere except your general direction just to avoid eye contact. God knows how many times he glanced outside the window just to look at the decorative plant. he even counted the leaves.
We all know that social interaction is not his strong suit. It doesn't help that you're attractive.
He'd definitely be the type to pretend to be doing something on his phone; swiping left and right, scrolling back and forth, typing keyboard smashes in his own profile's messages, just to make it look like he's unbothered and actually has a life.
When, in reality, he's sweating because archons he's sharing his table with a pretty stranger; what if you suddenly start a conversation or something?
And you do. Because you, too, found him pretty. You introduce yourself first, then ask for his name.
His heart skips a beat. He's not sure if it's because of his nerves or if it's because you found him interesting enough to start up a conversation with, despite ignoring your presence for the past 10 minutes.
Though he's wiping his sweaty palms under the table, he plays it off coolly: tone flat, intimidating gaze, and a look of disinterest.
That causes you to frown, giving you the social cue that he's not interested in talking to you. So you simply nod and press your lips together in a thin line, saying nothing more.
He notices this, of course. Cursing himself because he just lost the chance of getting to know you. So he thinks of a way to redeem himself.
"Oh, okay." You say in response to his answer. You're embarrassed, to say the least. You spent a whole ten minutes, bouncing your leg repeatedly, debating whether or not you should make the first move to talk, only to be met with disappointment after you finally mustered up the courage.
You lightly nip your bottom lip and tap your fingers on the table. You remain silent as you wait for the servers to call you so you can take your order and go. You really didn't want to embarrass yourself further in front of this stranger.
"I, uh..." You hear him speak up. You don't assume immediately that he's talking to you, so you don't pay him any mind. He coughs loudly enough for you to look at him in concern. Your eyes widen as you see him already making direct eye contact with you.
"Yes?" You ask, taken aback that he was referring to you. Your eyes light up in hope and excitement, curious as to what he has to say.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to come across as cold earlier," he says sheepishly. A soft tone, unlike the one he had previously used.
You smile in understanding and shake your head at him. "No, no, don't worry about it! I get like that sometimes too."
He hesitantly returns the smile. It suits him, you think. You found it cute that he chose to apologize to you instead of just letting it be. Most people would move on from this, not wanting to make the situation more awkward. You're relieved to hear that you weren't the only one embarrassed earlier.
"I'm not used to people, especially ones that are as beautiful as you." He suddenly adds.
You blink as you process what he just said. Your face then begins to heat up. You try to hide it from him by placing both of your hands on either side of your cheek.
What? Was he flirting with you? No, it can't be. He doesn't seem like the flirty type. He's definitely more socially awkward than you. And he said those words absentmindedly. Perhaps he didn't mean it that way.
"...if it's okay with you, may I have your number?"
SCARAMOUCHE
Glares at you menacingly, like a cat trying to hiss someone away. Him? Sharing a table with someone? Hell no. He refuses. This table is his.
Will look you straight in the eye while placing his backpack on the chair in front so you can't take the seat.
"It's occupied," he tells you before returning to whatever he was doing before. You, not impressed, take his bag and dumps it on the table. You sit firmly, giving him a challenging look as if to say "try and get me out of this chair you brat"
His mouth hangs open, surprised by your audacity. He scoffs and grumbles to himself. Something along the lines of "well, at least you're not a pushover" because if he's going to share the table, it might as well be with someone interesting.
He eventually caves and begrudgingly shares the table with you because it's not like he can be a little bitch about it when the cafe is packed.
Leaves you alone for the most part. You pretend not to notice the irritated glares he gives you whenever you smile or laugh at something on your phone.
A female server approaches your table to serve your drink. She looks at you both and notes that neither of you ordered anything to eat. She smiles sweetly and offers a 25% couple's discount for two strawberry shortcakes.
He gives her a look as if she just offended his entire family. if he has one in this universe lmao He looks just about ready to attack the employee right then and there but you quickly clasp your hand over his mouth and smile widely at her, accepting the discount.
The server's eyes twinkle with delight as she takes down your order on her notepad. She then walks away with a slight skip in her steps.
You heave out a sigh when you see her leave. You feel a vibrate on your hand as the glaring stranger attempts to speak, voice muffled. Before you could even withdraw your hand from his mouth, you felt his tongue move, giving your palm a slow, wet lick.
"Gross!" You immediately retract your hand from his mouth to wipe it on his sleeves.
He swats your hand away, avoiding all your attempts to touch him. "Get your germs off of me!" He exclaims.
"You're the one who just licked my hand!" You argue.
He scowls at you. From his expression alone, you can make out the thoughts that are going on inside his head.
"The hell was that for? First, you hog my table-"
"I wasn't hogging it, we needed to share!"
"-interrupting my peace with your presence-"
"I was minding my own business!"
"-but then next thing you do is make us out to be some kind of couple?"
"Shut up, they might hear you! We'll lose the discount!" You whisper yell, looking around to see if any of the staff heard you.
"You have some nerve."
You roll your eyes at him. So dramatic. He acts like you did something so unforgivable.
"I had to grab the opportunity. It's strawberry shortcake." You reason out.
"We just met. How dare you take advantage of me to get a discount."
"It's strawberry shortcake." You repeat.
He clicks his tongue in annoyance. "What kind of reason is that?" He huffs. "Fine, go eat your stupid cake."
"You don't want some?"
"I hate cakes."
"Why?" Who doesn't love cakes?
"Why? I hate them. I hate sweets in general. Life isn't sweet. Life is full of bitterness and sorrow. I don't get how people manage to laugh in this world. It's annoying."
Well, that explains the glares he kept sending you earlier. How the hell did a conversation about shortcakes turn into something so depressing?
"Damn, who hurt you?"
"My mother."
You gasp slightly, not expecting him to joke about something like that so casually. A smile starts to form on your lips.
No. You shouldn't be laughing. This isn't a laughing matter. But you couldn't stop one from escaping.
Hey, this guy is kind of funny. He's growing on you.
He gives you an odd look as he watches you laugh at his words. He looks almost mesmerized. He mumbles something incoherent to himself and looks away, resting his head on his palm.
"Fine. I'll eat both cakes then. I'm the one paying anyway." You say after calming yourself. He remains silent and glares at nothing in particular.
After a few minutes, the same girl returns with a tray containing two servings of strawberry shortcake. When you were about to hand over your money to her, the stranger beat you to it, placing his own cash on her palms.
The employee smiles knowingly at you. "Ah, paying for the date, how chivalrous!" she exclaims before walking away to return behind the counter.
The indigo-haired man in front of you said nothing to deny her comment and simply took one of the plates from the tray. You stare at him, puzzled. "I thought you said you don't like sweets."
"That's right." He says while he stabs the dessert with a fork and takes a grumpy bite of it.
"But it'd be a real waste of my money if I don't enjoy this with you."
HEIZOU
Has already been observing you since you entered the cafe. And wow you are stunning. Stares at you dreamily from afar as you order your food and drinks.
He will definitely make the first move. He knows his table is the only one available, so when you start looking for a seat, he's the one who offers to share before you even ask.
"Over here!" he waves at you eagerly. As if you were an old friend he hadn't seen in years. You're confused at first because you've never met this person. But you don't have anywhere else to sit, so you simply accept with a grateful smile.
Once you do, oh boy, expect him to be very chatty, flirty even. But you click with him immediately, finding him easy to talk to.
Will ask you all sorts of questions: What's your name? Your age? Your birthday? Your favorite color? Any pets? Exes?
Even taking guesses as to what your answers might be. and he got them all right, if not, then close.
"What's your ideal type? Is it me?"
"Aside from being pretty, what do you do for a living?"
"Have you ever committed a crime before? Because now you have." He says while clutching his chest.
God, you could hardly keep up. You're so flustered that you don't even question if he's a dangerous person or not. He's asking way too many personal questions.
You, in turn, ask him similar questions. It's not a one-sided attraction. He's charming and attractive; he gives you the vibe of someone intelligent. You'd like to get to know him as well.
He willingly answers them, happy to know that you're reciprocating.
Will place his head on his palms and move closer so he could look at your face up close. Observes your little features. Your lashes, lips, eyes, nose. Even moles, freckles, and blemishes, if you have any. And he'll appreciate all of them because he thinks you're lovely.
He will speak whatever is on his mind while watching you eat. You occasionally hum and make small comments to let him know you're listening.
He'd be the type to reach out and take small bites of your food while chatting. He does it so shamelessly that you're impressed, so you just let him.
This boy is so confident with himself, flirting so casually like it's second nature.
He wouldn't go as far as to touch you, of course. He knows his limits and will keep his hands to himself. But he acts so relaxed and friendly with you that you think maybe he's just playing you.
You're not dumb, you know he took an interest in you. It's not like he's being subtle about it either. Although you do feel the same way, you can't help but think of the red flags.
Is this how he always approaches strangers? Is he flirting with you for fun, or does he actually intend to make a move?
"Hmm," he hums and taps his chin lightly. "Your expression tells me you're not sure about my motives, is that correct?" he snaps, raising his index finger, a gesture you noticed him doing repeatedly ever since you met.
You giggle softly and nod. "That's right. A point for you, detective."
He lets out a breathy laugh. "It's funny you say that. Being a detective is my full-time job."
You mouth him a small "wow," because he never mentioned this in any of his chit-chats.
So that's why he's so perceptive and good at interrogating.
"That's quite... attractive." You admit with a light blush dusting your cheeks.
"You think so?" He gives you a teasing smile. He leans back and crosses his arms. "To wash away your doubts, sweetheart, I do plan on pursuing you."
You feel your heart flutter. You think you're about to swoon because of all the flirting you received from him today.
"I'm serious about this one; only a true detective can crack the case of this heart theft!" he winks.
"And my prime suspect is you."
VENTI
When you approach him, he reeks of alcohol. He's drunk. In the middle of the day. At a cafe. Do they even serve alcoholic beverages here?
He appears to be half asleep, his eyelids heavy and his head resting on his arms. You notice the coffee cup beside his head and peek to see what's inside.
Yup, you guessed it. It's alcohol. How the hell did he sneak that in here? You're surprised none of the employees notice him as they pass by.
You choose not to disturb him and invite yourself to his table instead, keeping your distance and not waking him.
Then he suddenly jolts awake, startling you
"Oh! Hello stranger!" he's now fully awake lmfao
Doesn't even bother to know your name and ask why you're sitting at his table. He just starts talking about whatever comes to mind.
Will discuss the dramas he has witnessed in his life. You listen because the way he tells stories is interesting as hell. You're fully engaged in the conversation.
"Earlier, I saw this red-haired dude beat the ever-living shit out of this blue-haired dude. It was amazing ehe!"
That's just one of the many things he shared.
Like?? Does he see stuff like that on a daily basis
You're surprised he's sober after seeing him nearly pass out earlier.
Like Heizou, he will also steal some of the pastries you ordered, albeit in a more subtle manner. He thinks you don't notice this lol.
"You've got a fine taste in sweets, stranger! Tell me, what's your opinion on wine?" He inquires.
"I don't really know much about them; I just drink whatever I want," you respond with an amused smile.
You admit that, while you were wary of him from the start, and your encounter with this stranger was definitely strange, you didn't expect him to be this entertaining. You grow more interested in him, charmed by his open and carefree character.
"Hah, I thought so! I cou-" He's cut off by his own hiccup. You stifle a laugh as you offer him some water.
"Whoops! Sorry 'bout that," he lets out a bubbly laugh and accepts the water.
"As I was saying," he clears his throat after drinking, "if you're interested in wine, I could tell you more about it! I'd say I'm an expert."
"I can tell."
"But if you're not, then.." He trails off.
"..I'm still very interested in having a drink with you sometime! You're quite the gorgeous stranger, you know," he whispers, leaning in and winking.
"So what do you say about keeping in touch?"
KAZUHA
Probably the most normal one to welcome you with that sweet, endearing smile of his. Will even stand up from his chair and pull yours back so you could sit on it. Just a small gesture to show his kindness.
He'll strike up a casual conversation with you just to get to know you better because he thinks you look breathtaking.
Unlike Heizou and Venti, instead of stealing your food, he offers you his instead. He pushes his plate towards you so you could get some.
You refuse because you're too shy and you aren't shameless enough to eat someone else's food.
BUT THEN. But then. He gives you a pout. "Come on, take a bite. Just a bite." cue puppy eyes. How could you refuse him? With that face??
So you take your fork and slice off a tiny piece, just enough to taste it.
He notices this and frowns. He takes action, slicing off a larger piece with his own fork and placing it near your mouth.
"Say aah" You follow, face burning red. So embarrassed that you look like a tomato
He beams at you, pleased to see you eating.
Despite his sweet and gentle vibe, he's actually pretty bold with his advances.
When he sees some of the bread's cream on the side of your lips, he reaches out to wipe it with his thumb and then proceeds to lick it off his finger
He smiles at you innocently too
"You're acting awfully sweet to a stranger." You point out.
"Am I? How could I not, if the stranger is you." He gives you a shy smile. "We could fix the stranger part, how about friends?"
"Are you sure just friends?" You playfully raise a brow at him.
"Well, we could be more in the future." He chuckles softly. Then his eyes widen as he realizes something that didn't cross his mind until now. "But," he quickly adds, "if you're already seeing someone, being friends is enough."
You giggle, covering your mouth behind your hand, finding it adorable that he's still worried about that despite already making a lot of advances. "Don't worry, I've never dated anyone."
He looks at you in disbelief. "Really? That's surprising; I thought someone like you would be off the market by now."
"I get to find and keep the treasure then? What an honor."
note. fun fact i wrote this because my friend and i had to share a table with this one attractive guy hahdjajdje so i had the urge to write this coz why not đ€·ââïž
i'm not proud of venti's and kazuha's bcoz i couldn't think of anymore hcs and scenarios for them TT
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