Meetings - Professor H. Hiromi x Professor N. Kento x Reader!
✦ [ JJK College AU ] ✦
── .✦ 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝟏
The bell above the bakery door rang softly every time someone stepped inside. You learned to recognize regulars by sound alone. The quick tap of rushed office workers. The slow push of someone who had nowhere else to be.
His entrance was quiet.
He stepped in one Monday morning, tall and composed in a beige coat. The kind of person who looked like he belonged in an office with large windows and neatly stacked papers.
You greeted him like you greeted everyone. “Good morning.”
His eyes moved briefly across the display case before settling on you. “Black coffee.”
His voice was calm, low, and direct, like someone used to speaking only when necessary. You nodded and turned toward the machine, already reaching for a cup. Something about him made the morning feel oddly still, as if the noise of the bakery had softened without you noticing. When you handed the cup over, his fingers brushed yours for the briefest second before he took it.
“Thank you,” he said.
It was simple. Polite. Yet you found yourself watching him for a second longer than usual as he walked toward the window, the quiet confidence in his posture strangely difficult to ignore.
The next Monday he came back. Same time. Same order.
You noticed before you meant to. “Black coffee again?” you asked.
He looked mildly surprised. “You remembered.”
“It’s not a very complicated order.”
For a second the corner of his mouth lifted. It was not quite a smile, but it was close enough that you noticed. After that it became a quiet routine. Monday mornings, the bell, the coffee. Sometimes he asked about the pastries in the display case. Sometimes he stood near the window while waiting, watching people pass outside.
You never asked his name, and he never offered it, yet every Monday when the door opened around that hour you felt that same small flip in your stomach again, like your body had started recognizing him before your mind did.
Then one Monday he simply stopped coming.
You told yourself it meant nothing. Customers disappeared all the time. Still, you caught yourself glancing at the door more than once that morning.
It was a few weeks later when someone new stepped into the bakery. Afternoon light spilled across the counters and warmed the glass display. The place was quieter than usual. You were wiping the counter when the bell rang.
You looked up and immediately forgot what you were doing.
He stood near the door, tall, dressed in a dark suit that looked slightly wrinkled like he had been working too long. His tie hung loose around his collar, and his hair looked like he had run a hand through it a few times already. His eyes moved slowly across the pastry case before lifting to you.
Your brain supplied one clear thought.
Whoa. Who is this cutie.
He walked toward the counter at an easy pace and stopped in front of the display. “What would you recommend?” he asked, his voice low and a little rougher than you expected.
You blinked once before answering. “The strawberry danish is popular.”
“Then I will trust your expertise.”
You placed it in a paper bag, trying very hard not to stare while something restless fluttered under your ribs. When you handed it over, he leaned slightly on the counter as if he had no particular reason to leave yet. “Do you work here every day?”
“Most days.”
“That might become a problem.”
You tilted your head. “A problem?”
“For my self control.”
The answer slipped out so easily that you laughed before you could stop yourself. He watched you with quiet amusement, like your reaction was exactly what he had expected. Your fingers brushed when he took the bag, and this time the flutter in your stomach was stronger.
Without really thinking about it, you grabbed a small napkin and scribbled quickly before you could talk yourself out of it. You slid it toward him.
He looked down at it. Your number.
For a second his eyebrows lifted. “That is unexpected,” he said.
You suddenly felt very aware of your own heartbeat. “You can ignore it if you want.”
He folded the napkin neatly and slipped it into his pocket. “I don't think I will.”
His eyes lingered on you for a moment longer before he left, the bell chiming softly behind him. For a while you just stood there, staring at the door, the quiet bakery suddenly feeling a little different than before.
The next few days passed quietly. The bakery returned to its usual rhythm, mornings filled with the soft rush of office workers and afternoons stretching lazily with the smell of warm bread and coffee in the air. Still, Monday arrived faster than you expected, and you caught yourself glancing at the door more often than usual. You told yourself it meant nothing.
When the bell finally rang around the time he normally came in, your head lifted before you even realized it. The familiar beige coat stepped inside, calm and composed as always. He approached the counter and you greeted him the same way you greeted everyone else. “Black coffee?” you asked.
His eyes lifted slightly, something faintly amused flickering there. “You remembered.”
You didn’t look up from the machine as you reached for a cup. “You don’t exactly give me much to forget.”
Even without looking, you could feel his quiet attention lingering nearby. When you handed him the cup, your fingers met his again. The contact lasted barely a second, but the small flutter in your stomach appeared all the same. He took a sip before studying you for a moment. “You seem distracted today,” he said calmly.
You blinked. “Do I?”
“A little.”
You shrugged lightly. “Busy weekend.” It wasn’t exactly a lie. A suspicious amount of that weekend had been spent staring at your phone waiting for a message. Almost on cue, your phone buzzed softly in your apron pocket.
You ignored it for now. The man in the beige coat watched you for another moment before giving a small nod and stepping toward the window with his coffee like he usually did.
A few minutes later, the bell rang again. This time, you looked up immediately. The familiar man in the dark suit stepped inside, his footsteps steady as he approached the counter.
Something about him still gave the impression of someone who had just stepped out of a courtroom rather than someone casually stopping by a bakery. When his eyes found you, that quiet focus returned instantly. “Strawberry danish?” you asked, already reaching for the pastry case.
The corner of his mouth lifted slightly. “Are you going to start remembering my orders too?”
“I remember customers who flirt with baked goods,” you said, placing the pastry in a paper bag.
“That seems unfair,” he replied mildly. “I thought we were texting now.”
Behind you, your coworker nearly dropped a tray. “You’re texting customers?” she whispered loudly.
You ignored her and handed him the bag. His fingers brushed yours again when he took it, this time lingering just a little longer. “Coffee?” you asked.
“Please.”
You turned toward the machine just as the man by the window stepped back to the counter with his empty cup. The two of them noticed each other at almost the same moment. There was a brief pause that felt strangely deliberate. The man in the beige coat looked at him calmly before speaking. “You come here too.”
The man in the dark suit looked mildly surprised before nodding once. “Occasionally.”
You glanced between them. “Oh. You know each other?”
The blond man adjusted his glasses slightly. “We work in the same field.”
The other man hummed quietly as if that explanation was technically correct but incomplete. You narrowed your eyes slightly. “That somehow answers nothing.”
The blond man set his cup down and glanced at the paper bag in the other man’s hand. “The strawberry danish?” he asked.
“Recommended,” the man beside him replied.
For a moment the blond man’s gaze flicked toward you before he gave a small nod. “I see.”
Something about the quiet exchange between them made the air feel subtly different, like there was another conversation happening underneath the one you could hear. You leaned lightly against the counter, watching them both over the pastry case.
Meeting one strange, attractive customer had already been unusual. Finding out they knew each other somehow made things feel a little more complicated than they had been five minutes ago.
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