Secret Admirer
Starter for @carnal-snake
Ah... another customer had requested Mukuro again, probably for the tenth time that night. Frowning as he poured the cocktail into a glass, Renji sighs. Perhaps it was time to realize that his silly crush on the hostess might never come into fruition. Renji has to realize that she belonged to the customers, and that she wouldn’t spare the bartender a second glance.
He had been leaving notes by her station, with just some simple words of encouragement such as “Do your best today, Mukuro-san” or “Mukuro-san, everything will be okay, hang in there!” and always a little pastry from his morning part time job.
The bartender realizes though, that this might be creepy and seen as perverse. Stalkerish even. Recently, the notes have been dwindling down to once a week, although he never forgets to leave a small pastry for her. With another sigh and a shake of his head, he goes back to work, peeling his eyes off of the shining hostess, all smiles and light laughs for the customers in front of her.















