modern au friends to lovers aasim x reader please and thank you!
I’m gonna combine this one with this one:
I was wondering if you could do Aasim caring for a depressed reader?
I hope this turns out okay :)
Aasim hated working in that coffee shop.
But he wanted a job that offered tips.
And Lord knew he didn’t want a serving gig.
So, the coffee shop it was.
Y/N had never come in before.
Aasim didn’t know that it was because they’d just moved from the other side of town.
His coffee shop was the closest to their bus stop.
Y/N was getting into the habit of stopping by every morning before going to campus.
The first morning they stopped in was a Wednesday.
Brighter than anything Aasim had ever seen.
They bought a 2 dollar drink, and tipped him 3 dollars.
And when they left, Aasim missed them.
Even though they’d barely spoken.
When Y/N came back the next day, Aasim was excited.
Partially because of the tip.
Partially because of their smile.
“Good to see you came back,” Aasim joked.
Y/N smiled. “How could I not?”
Their voice was sweet like syrup.
Something Aasim was okay with getting stuck to.
Every day they chatted a little more.
On Friday, they talked about the weather.
On Monday, they talked about their weekends.
On Tuesday, they talked about school.
“Biochemistry?” Aasim gawked.
Bonus: they were a genius.
Y/N smiled. “Do you go to school?”
Aasim smiled wistfully. “I wish. Don’t have the money.”
Y/N gave a solemn smile. “Hopefully someday.”
Aasim’s smile grew soft. “Hopefully someday.”
On Wednesday, Aasim learned their name.
A few weeks in, Aasim finally garnered up the courage to ask them to hang out.
He had to sit in the back room before they came in.
He had to hype himself up.
They were going for a walk in the park that night.
They had a hunch he wasn’t going to like what he saw.
Y/N was different when they weren’t in public.
They met up just as the sun was going down.
When Y/N was normally alone.
Aasim talked for most of the walk.
Y/N couldn’t think of what to say.
Their energy was focused on walking instead of talking.
Doing both felt impossible.
“Have I upset you?” Aasim asked.
“I’m just tired.” They said.
Aasim suggested they call it a night.
Y/N let guilt follow them all the way home.
Y/N was quiet ordering coffee the next morning.
Their guilt hadn’t left them alone.
Aasim got their usual order ready.
He worried was about them.
It wasn’t like them to not say a word.
“Have a good day?” He said.
More like a suggestion than a goodbye.
Y/N hesitated as they looked at him.
They offered a smile. It seemed false. “You too.”
Y/N didn’t come in the next day.
After two days, Aasim texted them.
Thank God he got their number for their weird “date.”
He didn’t get a response.
He texted again on day three.
After a few hours, they responded.
‘Tired. Bogged down. Haven’t been well enough to go to school. But I’m okay.’ They’d sent to him.
Aasim knew they were lying.
After a week, he decided he needed to.
‘What’s your address? I have soup.’
‘I don’t need soup. Thank you though.’
‘I can bring you your homework too if that makes your life easier.’
‘You’re not on campus. That’s out of your way.’
He didn’t get a response for a few hours.
His phone sounded in the back.
It was 3pm, and the shop was dead.
‘I’m not actually sick. Not with a cold.’
‘I know.’ He sent back. ‘But you’re not well. I still have soup.’
He didn’t hear back for a while.
Then, Y/N sent their address.
Their apartment was tiny, but cute.
“I brought you soup and a scone.”
They were in pyjamas, and their hair was messy.
Aasim thought they looked cozy.
“I don’t have a lot to do,” they said softly. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry,” Aasim said. He waved his hand. “We can do nothing.”
Aasim shrugged. “We can do nothing if that’s what you want to do. I’m here to do nothing with you.”
“Sometimes the TV is too loud,” he said, nodding. “I understand. I’m just here to bring you food and company if you want it.”
The next day, without asking, Aasim went to campus to get their homework.
And had trouble finding their profs.
He showed up at Y/N’s door.
“I have your usual, a muffin, and your homework.” He said.
Then, they welcomed him in.
Y/N came to the coffee shop the next morning.
Aasim smiled. “Welcome back,”
Y/N beamed. “Good morning,”
Aasim got them their usual.
“Can we go for another walk tonight?” Y/N asked.
And smiled that glorious smile.
And Aasim felt as if he’d met the world for the first time.
Y/N felt like they were at peace again.
But if that changed, they had something now they didn’t have before.
Then, as they were getting ready to say goodbye, Y/N kissed him.
With more passion than they’ve ever felt for anything.
And it was amazing, and groundbreaking.
And they felt as if the world couldn’t hurt them.
Aasim didn’t hate his coffee shop job.
