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tenchou, or so everyone calls him. owner of amagasa, a cafe in shibuya. tracking the tag #uehaa indie fandomless oc blog

[uehaa]

[ here's my icon because im too lazy to draw art of tenchou h ah ah a ]

[senkapi-deactivated20151221]

That was quite graceful of Sen to trip on her shoelaces. She had her share of missteps, but landing on head was a rare occurrence and the impact caused a great deal of pain. It hurts so much that she lost the feeling of her body to get up. 

The pain only lasted until something soft was placed on her lip. Air began to distribute through her mouth and that enough would get her up and well because…there’s someone’s lips on her. 

"Oh my god…" She forgot that people saw her tripped. How embarrassing.  

[uehaa]

Well, she's certainly awake now. Having done his job, he gets back to his feet and offers his hand out for her to take. It doesn't occur to him that a kiss could have any special connotations. In his opinion, those sorts of things don't really matter.

Once she's up, he disappears to the back room and returns with a pack of ice to put on wherever she feels sore. This may be a cafe first, but the customer is royalty. Their well-being always comes first!

[thecrowpapas-blog]

He certainly was happy of having decided to stop and enter.

Shibuya was crowded and huge even during mornings. For someone who lives in a small place as Miyagi, it’s jaw-dropping. However, big things usually come in small packages, which was one of the thoughts that crossed Suga’s mind when he saw the coffee shop. Nothing too fancy or big, but with a special touch that just pulled you inside.

Once he makes his order - Just a simple coffee, Suga sits and waits, taking a look to the place. The only noises are those from the boy working on his cup. He is used to talkative workers, specially when there are few customers, but judging as how carefully he is preparing everything, he doesn’t even seem to be there. It’s more like he is on his own universe, making sure the order is nothing but perfection.

Once the man turns and places his coffee in front of him, Suga gives him a warm smile. "Thanks," he says quietly, feeling almost guilty of breaking the silence of the place. Carefully, he picks the cup, letting the heat warm his hands for a moment before taking the first sip.

[uehaa]

The young man that's come into his shop is a kind one, he can tell. The gentle smile, the quiet 'thanks'--these're all the sort of qualities that he looks for in a customer, most especially for a cafe like Amagasa. If it were socially acceptable, he'd be patting him on the head. What a good kid.

He's curious, of course, what it is the boy thinks of the coffee he'd made. It doesn't matter how many customers he's had, or how much praise he's received over the years. Everyone has different taste buds, and with a goal such as finding the right kind of coffee for even those who hate it, every opinion counts.

He wonders if perhaps he'd chosen the right kind of blend. Knowing, however, that the boy had simply drank the coffee without any additional milk or sugar, he tells himself this is someone who appreciates the real taste of brewed coffee.

There aren't any other customers, so he's devolved to wiping some cups behind the counter more out of habit than any actual necessity.

Even though he isn't looking, he's definitely listening for a reaction.

[hellbxvnd]

「 && The one they call Tenchou is a bit theatrical; Ignatius is taking note of that as he watches the other wipe the corner of his eye. It’s alright though because he is smiling and that means so far Ig is doing good.  “Oh,” making that soft sound once he was given the single and he gently picked the cup up with both his hands, making sure not to spill it or mess up the design in any way. The waiting for  response was probably irritating, but after a minute he had pulled the cup away from his lips and half of the drink was gone.

            There were no words leaving him, he just sported a poker face. “The froth is just enough, in my opinion. It’s also rich. Um.. what kind of beans did you use? What I’m saying is that it was strong, but not strong to the point where they overpowered the whole drink. What I’m trying to say is that I just tasted Heaven. Are you the Coffee God?” 」

[uehaa]

The Coffee God! Ha! He can feel his chest swell up in something like pride, and he knows there's a stupid smile on his face, but how is he supposed to stop it from appearing? He touches his hand to his chest and shakes his head, bowing just a little. He's no god, certainly. But the gods seem to have blessed him a great amount.

Being asked about the beans is something he isn't used to. He turns around and picks out one out of many jars on the shelves behind the counter, and when he brings it for his customer to see, it reads the words 'Blue Mountain'. The jar is left on the counter should the man before him wish to examine the beans more close up--smelling them, and the like.

He's really quite happy. In form of a question, he gestures to the chalkboard menu and the ice cream listed there. If his customer so wishes it, he'll gladly give him some for free.

[uehaa]

hellbxvnd replied to your post “¿”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH I AM DEAD

[ I'M GLAD YOU ENJOYED MY ATTEMPT AT MAKING A BELIEVABLE REASON FOR TENCHOU TO KISS ANYONE ON THE MOUTH

more like "crushin on u b/c u drink coffee perfectly" ]

[uehaa]

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He sort of regrets putting up the 'help wanted' ad. He's not sure what kind of person he's dealing with here.

As they sit at a single table within the cafe, both on chairs across each other, he presses his lips together and links his fingers, resting the sides of his hands on the table and leaning forward just slightly.

Well? is what he's trying to say. What do you have to offer me?

[uehaa]

What the hell kind of order was that?!

He stares in disbelief at the person before him, as if unable to believe what he's hearing--and honestly? He can't.

His cafe serves coffee and ice cream. Coffee and ice cream only. What kind of dipshit would purposely order something else?!

If looks could kill, said dipshit would be dropping to the floor dead at this very moment.

[uehaa]

✿ (I hope you don't mind ;;)

SEND ME A ✿ AND I’LL GENERATE A NUMBER.

20: Upside-down kiss

The way she trips and falls right in the middle of his store has his eyes widening before he starts to worry about her well-being. The thud had been hard, the sound that came after terrible, and needless to say he's more than a little worried. He puts the tray down and he comes to her side, frowning as he kneels by the top of the fallen girl's head.

He can't speak, as is the usual case when it comes to moments with him. His lips form a small frown. She doesn't seem to be responding beyond little sounds of pain, and he can't seem to find any way to reach her beyond using his voice--which he doesn't want to do.

In the end, he finds himself dipping his head, his lips pressing very softly to the girl's mouth.

It doesn't occur to him that he could just shake her awake. Not really.

[uehaa]

✿ hahahahaha uhm

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2: All over kiss

A mistake, is what he tells himself as he presses his hands down.

A mistake, is what he tells himself when he fits between two smooth legs, when he dips his head and traces a forehead with his lips and moves down over eyekids, over a nose and cheekbones and the softest mouth he’s ever tasted.

It’d been a mistake. All of it. He’d been nineteen and foolish, nineteen and stupid, nineteen and kissing the popular girl, nineteen and kissing the swell of her breast and the jutting edge of her collarbone. It’d been a mistake to taste her flesh on his tongue, to trail down her stomach and her thighs and then between… a mistake to taste, and swallow, and digest it all.

And yet, he can’t forget his first girl. Knows he can’t get her out of his mind.

He swallows thickly before going back to wiping coffee cups until the bell to the front door rings and he turns to look.

And then he sees her…

A high pitched cracking sound occurs.

He breaks whatever he’d held in his hand and wonders if she remembers him.

Them he quickly looks away.

[uehaa]

✿ :3

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10: Last kiss

She’s going to find another family.

In a way, he’s happy. Lizzy deserves it. Of all the people he’s met, nobody’s seen as much pain as her in such a short span of time, and any shot of happiness she can get should be taken.

Today is her last day of being near the area. He waits as he always does for her to come, and when she arrives it does his heart good to see her face with more colour in it, her neck free of teeth marks. Lizzy is a beautiful girl, he knows that much. And if she’d been beautiful in her sadness, she’d be much more so with a smile on her face.

One glance at her is enough for her to smile and nod her head.

The unspoken question had been: Did you want an ice cream?

He’s not sure how long they talk. It seems to last forever even as the outside of the cafe shifts from a night sky to early morning bubblgum. She has to leave soon, he knows. But he really doesn’t want her to.

Letting go is difficult. It feels like he’s losing family.

When Lizzy’s arms wrap around him and a quiet ‘thank you for everything’ comes from her mouth, he breaks into pieces. And quietly, so quietly, he kisses her forehead.

His lips form ‘you’re welcome’ against her skin, even without any voice.

When Lizzy leaves the shop, he stands at the window and watches her go.

And he prays she’ll be happy.

[uehaa]

✿

SEND ME A ✿ AND I’LL GENERATE A NUMBER.

10: French kiss

In the end, he’s unable to really get the image out of his head—that unattainable, wonderful image of Mr. Amagasa, of the perfect customer. He counts the days until the man’s return in coffee beans, lining them up on the counter side-by-side and adding to the queue for every day he goes without seeing him. It’s a pitiful existence, almost, but it is what it is. And he finds himself sighing far more often than he used to.

The day he finally walks through those doors again, he perks up almost immediately. His eyes light up. He makes the coffee, serves it, and accepts the man’s praise with a gracious dip of his head. And when the man slides his empty cup back over the counter, when he leans over the table just slightly…

He prides himself on his self-control, and on staying calm even in the most dire situations. But today, in the most uncharacteristic thing he’s ever felt, he finds himself unable to resist lifting one hand, the side of his index finger tracing Mr. Amagasa’s jaw as his thumb touches his lower lip in thought.

The perfect customer tastes like the perfect cup of coffee in this very moment.

With that logic in mind, he kisses him. The action is gentle and quiet, soft and warm, and his hand shifts to cup the man’s face as his tongue parts those soft lips and tastes the inside of his cheek, the roof of his mouth, and the tongue with remnants of the drink he’d made for him.

Quietly, in a voice so soft it’s nearly unrecognisable, he sighs out a quiet ‘ah’, swirling his tongue once against the man’s before finally pulling away.

Satisfied.

Happy.

That had been the perfect kiss, too.

[outleaux-deactivated20150620]

He was still following him , a little too distantly to a v o i d arousing suspicions from others who may have k n o w n his identity . The clerk from the store was one but she had kept  mum about his presence , treating him like any other customer .  But he can’t take any chances ; the man might be dragged into his business just because they were seen walking together .

As they reached a certain store , a cafe he thought , he just placed the wafer boxes down on the welcome mat .

         〚 Now , this is the part where you pretend                 you haven’t met me . As you can see ,                 I do not want to involve other civilians                                  in my …  j o b . 

                        So , I must take my leave  . 〛

[uehaa]

It's hypocritical of him to think are these dramatics really necessary?, but he thinks them all the same. He rummages through his pocket for his keys and then sticks the main one in the lock, opening the shop door.

He's always been the sort of man to keep secrets. It's what he does, see--and it's not like he'd be opening his mouth any time soon, to begin with. Once the door is open, he glances the young man's way and offers a gracious bow of his head. He understands, and he won't tell a soul. Not that he ever has the urge to tell anyone anything, anyway.

Briefly, he finds himself thinking: don't die.

But he simply slides the box on the mat inside with his foot before entering with all the items in his hands, himself. And not once does he consider turning back.

[scarletxspider-deactivated20131]

send me a ✿ and i’ll generate a number.

[uehaa]

1: aggressive kiss

2: all over kiss

3: back kiss

4: cheek kiss

5: eyelid kiss

6: fingers kiss

7: firm kiss

8: first kiss

9: forehead kiss

10: french kiss

11: gentle kiss

12: ghost kiss

13: hand kiss

14: jawline kiss

15: last kiss

16: neck kiss

17: rain kiss

18: stomach kiss

19: underwater kiss

20: upside down kiss

[outleaux-deactivated20150620]

He grabs the basket from his hand , and  he  approaches the sales counter , where the young cashier seemed a bit surprised to see him . He nods to her , an old client , and he gently sets the basket on the surface .

He takes out a white , blood-tattered envelop from his back pocket , tearing it open and filing through thousand yen bills  before picking up a few bills that aren’t even of  equal  worth to his purchases.

He crumples the bills into her hands , whispering to her softly,

                  〚 — for your family . 〛

and walks away , free of charge , or in her case , paid him her debt .

His head turns to the man , gesturing him that it’s finished .

[uehaa]

Count on people involved in shady business to have a lot of money. Honestly, he isn't surprised. He naturally doesn't ask any questions, knowing it's none of his business, but it doesn't stop him from wondering who it is he's dealing with, here. What sort of person is the man who'd held a gun to him without any form of hesitation? Hopefully not the sort of person to shoot a man he bought wafers for--he values his life too much for that.

When they're walking outside he's carrying all those boxers of wafers in both his hands, along with the initial batch he'd gotten that was reduced to powder. Maybe he bought too much. He hopes they don't expire before he gets to use them for his ice cream.

He looks over his shoulder, unsure whether or not his companion's still following him down the road or not.

[irrxsolute-deactivated20180701]

"… Aaaalright…” He takes a good look at the sheet of paper— only coffee and ice cream? Not a bad combo ( if he actually drank coffee ), but wafers should totally be added to the menu. He won’t tamper with the menu now, but Jun’s not exactly going to let the fact go for some while. Expect some more until he manages to get fired… or something.

With a grunt and a moment to rake his fingers through his blond hair, the teen slips the paper back under the counter. At first, it did seem a little nerve wracking just going up and talking up the customers, scribbling down the order, and remembering which order went to which one— but as time went on, it got just a bit easier ( he was tempted to pull off tricks with plates or cups, but that probably fell under 'any changes to the ambiance and experience'. Oh poo. ).  As the amount of customers seemed to slow down, the guitarist leans back against the counter. The smell of fresh roasted coffee was nice— relaxing, even."Yo boss. Gotta suggestion for live entertainment?" Not the stand-up comedy, or anything of the sort. "I could play the guitar maybe. Acoustic. Small things."

[uehaa]

It's amazing what an extra hand can do to help around the place, really. From feeling like he ought to be burying himself in a hole for immediate decomposition, it immediately evolves into a level of work that could even be considered peaceful. Or maybe that's just what he thinks because he doesn't have to move from behind the counter any more--thank God, he supposes, for the little things in life.

By the time the activity levels die, everything is back to normal, sort of. The only difference is the fact that there's a young man in an apron serving coffee.

He's wiping down some cups he'd washed by the time his helper comes to the counter, and he finds himself blinking at the suggestion. From that blink it turns into a stare, and from the stare it turns into the most sinister narrowing of eyes as if he can't quite believe what he's hearing.

In a way, he can't.

But he's not sure what it is 'acoustic' and 'small things' are supposed to mean.

Lifting his hands in a position that mimics holding a guitar, he makes a few strums with a raised brow, his head tilting as if asking how so?.

He can't really discriminate. On his own end, he knows how to play the drums.

But, like most other things involving his personal life, that's a secret.

[uehaa]

[ pimps tenchou's only waiter 8] ]

[uehaa]

awards.

Tenchou received runner up for the Grand Prix in the All-Japan Barista Champion East Tokyo Preliminaries.

As it turns out he wasn't able to proceed with the competition because he refused to do an iced coffee. Actually, to be more accurate about it, he flipped his shit--and by that he simply packed his things and left immediately.