if you don’t mind another, 13 in misc! ushiten
ushiten - “You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”
The reason Wakatoshi had taken the job was simple: he remembered his father telling him that even if you already knew what you wanted to do in life, it was never a bad idea to gather more experience in other areas. Combined with how multiple people had told him that he needed to work on his social skills, he had thought it a good idea to get a part-time job in the service industry. So here he was, in a newly opened café, manning the register because he had messed up 3 orders already.
Over the course of his first two weeks, Wakatoshi had already met a lot of strange people. He had had a tired college student coming in asking for shots, a family with a kid that kept asking for a truly ridiculous amount of napkins and finally a middle-aged man who asked for an espresso without the caffeine. And these were just the people who ordered weird things.
Then, of course, there were the people who asked weird things.
“Do you come here often?” the red haired guy said who had ordered a venti 7 pump vanilla soy 12 scoop matcha 180 degree no foam green tea latte. Wakatoshi blinked at him.
“Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”
“I see, I see! And when exactly would that be?”
Frowning, Wakatoshi tried to recall the exact wording of his contract. “I’m unsure if I am allowed to disclose that information.”
The guy looked at him with wide eyes, then he burst into laughter. “Of course you are! You aren’t allowed to tell me about other people for privacy reasons, but your own schedule is fair game. Unless you don’t want to, of course.” He winked at Wakatoshi and leaned against the counter. “Or I could come every morning, hoping to catch a glimpse of you to brighten my day...”
“That’s not necessary. I’m here Monday and Thursday mornings as well as the entirety of Saturday,” Wakatoshi said.
The guy beamed as if Wakatoshi had promised to buy him a car. Wakatoshi pretended not to be blinded by it. “Ah, what a gentleman you are! Your mom raised you well, hm? By the way, I’m Tendou Satori - what’s your name?”
A little confused by the question, Wakatoshi tapped his nametag. Tendou zeroed in on it and grinned. “Wakatoshi-kun! You don’t mind if I call you that, do you?”
“No.”
“Great! Seems like we’re already getting along! Can I have your number, too?”
“11,” Wakatoshi replied. Tendou paused.
“What?”
“My jersey number is 11.”
Once again the stranger broke out into laughter, which gave Wakatoshi enough time to ring up the next customer. He was glad that the café was rather empty this morning.
“Your jersey number, huh? You’re a strange one,” Tendou said once he had calmed down.
Wakatoshi hummed noncommittally. Between the two of them, Tendou was definitely the strange one. He kept talking about anything and everything, apparently unaware of how weird some of his questions were. Oddly enough though, Wakatoshi didn’t seem to mind.
send me a ship/character/platonic relationship with a category and a number!
