𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴
𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘩𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘵.
𝘢/𝘯: 𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 ! 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘶 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥. 𝘪 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵’𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 ! 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘥𝘢 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘪 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵, "𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘵". 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘭. 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘰3? 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵. 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘶- 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘣𝘤 𝘳𝘯 𝘪’𝘮 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢- 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘯 :𝘋
like any other day, you’re sitting at the counter, twisting the straw wrapper between your thumb and index finger while reading over something on your laptop. the homey diner is quiet today, which is unusual for the place; it’s not often that the place isn’t super busy. but you welcome the quiet with open arms, since you’re actually trying to focus for once. work has been piling up in class lately, and it was sort of hard to keep up with. but these things came with college, so..could you really complain?
you’re a regular at the diner, you stopped keeping track a while ago, considering that you go so often. it’s a comfy spot, many locals come as well. so why find a reason, aside from the fact that the place has a really good homemade cherry coke? aside from the busy atmosphere it usually held, it’s also nice to just come here and work on your papers, your research-
you slide over a few dollars as compensation, and not soon after, a glass slides back over to you in return. “hey, careful! i can’t afford to buy another computer, you know!” you frown in the direction where it came from.
“right, my bad.” your silver-haired server leans on his side of the counter, a cheeky grin on his face. you take a sip, looking straight back.
“why are you staring at me like that, bokuto-san?” you bite the straw. the man is always around and making jokes, smiling, and attempting to make you laugh- but the look he’s wearing is reserved for certain reasons, or future events. and that didn’t sit well with you.
“no reason, no reason.” he taps the wood with his knuckles, his gaze unfaltering. and to be honest, now it looks a bit foreboding. you don’t like it.
“i smell bullshit.” you point a finger at the cheerful man, and he raises his hands up in defense.
“i told you, it’s nothing, yeah? say, how long are you staying today?” you chose to ignore his blatant attempt at a topic change. you check the time on the clock, pursing your lips in thought. how long could you stay? you aren’t in any particular hurry, but that didn’t mean you didn’t have other things to do.
not that you’ll actually leave to do them.
“mm, probably a little longer. not too late though, i need to go home at some point.” you mutter, and then turn your attention back to the screen. you notice something inconsistent in your writing, and then rush to fix it. all you can hear is the clacking of the keyboard, and the faint sizzling and bangs in the kitchen.
his grin widens out of the corner of your eye. “the boss wants to ask you something.” you don’t even hesitate when you shake your head. nope. you were not up for that today. or ever, really.
“no. no way. i already told him before, and the time before that, the time before that- how many times do i need to say it?” you snap, and then you both hear a clash in the back.
“i’m okay!” you hear matsukawa, the cook, a moment after. you and bokuto share a quick look, before he pushed himself away from the counter.
“he better not have spilled shit again, or akaashi will get upset- hold that thought, l/n!” and before you could even reply, he sped towards the kitchen.
your life could be considered a boring one, if you took out the visits to the american-inspired restaurant. you didn’t hate it, really. it was simple, and that was fine. you went to classes, worked hard to earn your degree; you were majoring in mathematics, with a goal to get a job as an astronomer.
a big dream, one that you know is difficult- but even if it was going to be worthless, with the amount of years you plan on putting into school? you’ll be just fine, as long as there is somebody who’d hire you with your future creds. at the expense of enough freetime, but that was just the price to pay.
but you often spent as much time as humanly possible here, because it took some stress off of your shoulders. if you were going to spend most of your week studying and working, at least you could do it in a place you liked. which in turn led to you learning a lot about the establishment and people inside it. it’s fairly new, and the owner happened to be absent from the building a lot; but he worked hard. he’d apparently gone to college in the united states. hence the american styled food, theme, all of it.
it was strange compared to all of the other little shops around, but it was unique that way.
and of course, you all were decently close, but it’s not like you knew any of them prior to coming here. it was really just because you were there so much, that you were able to build friendships with the workers.
bokuto being the first and most rambunctious of them all. he was almost always behind the counter, chatting up the guests, which includes you very often. but that’s the fun part of it all, it makes your stays interesting.
“oi, what’s going on!” the office door suddenly swooshed open, followed by a string of curses in the kitchen. out came their manager, the resident pretty boy of the group, as the rest dubbed him. you couldn’t help but laugh quietly as he makes his way to the back. they were in for a scolding.
“akaashi, this isn’t what it looks like, we were just-”
“bokuto-san, this is the 3rd time this week..”
there’s more bickering for a few minutes, and you just went back to sipping at your drink. you’re bored now, with nobody to really talk to; and the noise from the kitchen was making it hard to concentrate suddenly.
the bell suddenly dings behind you, and you turn your head a little to get a better view-
only to groan under your breath.
“l/n-chan, you’re here! good, i wanted to ask..” you want to bang your head on the table. repeatedly.
“oikawa, i say this as respectfully as possible, but please, i don’t want to be set up right now. or ever. especially if it’s you doing it.”
“you’ll say yes this time, please just hear me out!” he begs, grabbing your shoulders. if this hadn’t been the thousandth time he’s said this, you would’ve laughed. but only a little. you attempt to shrug his hands off of you, but without success. his grip is a bit too strong.
oikawa, the manager, has designated himself as the godly matchmaker. apparently, he was able to help out some of his friends with their things. but that wasn’t anything to brag about, if he had no proof. much less dub himself with such a title.
you gave oikawa the stink eye, while he just stuck his lip out in a pout.
“get me another, and i’ll hear you out.” you gave into his puppy face. he knew just how to get you, the bastard. letting go of you finally, he takes the glass with a hum to the other side of the counter.
“perfect! okay, so..this time, he’s a piercer-” he looks up as he’s filling the cup with some grenadine syrup. he knows exactly how much you like in it at this point. you’re watching him, but when he mentions the piercings, you just stare at him with a blank look. “..don’t give me that look.” he scowls.
“my look isn’t hurting you.” you respond simply, and he rolls his eyes, but clears his throat to continue. he’s now moving on to the coke part.
“he’s a piercer, and oh holy lord, he has some himself-”
“oh my god.” this guy is ridiculous. “i don’t care about that, just keep going or i won’t listen anymore.”
“you hurt me a lot, why do i even try to set you up?” he grumbled. “anyways. mr. tongue piercing is pretty eager to date right now, i gave him a little description of you..and he’s interested!” you raise an eyebrow. “look, just one date! if he’s an ass, i’ll get iwa-chan to beat the shit out of him if it’s necessary.”
that’s comforting, to an extent. you didn’t know how you felt about a guy you barely knew coming down to his restaurant just to punch another random guy, but it’s the thought that counts, you guess. oikawa just wants you to be happy, and liven you up more- because as he says, you don’t do much besides study, and hang out at the diner. you don’t have anybody else to be around either, so that kind of just enforces the routine. not that you don’t have the opportunity to meet anybody, you just don’t want to.
and so he tries to make you.
“because we won’t be young for long!” a normal oikawa saying.
to be honest, the idea of seeing somebody is nice. you’ve thought about it before, but you honestly couldn’t care less right now- and the fact that you’re so busy with classes just makes it inconvenient. and the thought of unrooting the routine you’d gotten so accustomed to? it made you nervous. as much as you were lonely regarding the relationship aspect of your life, you didn’t know how you felt about being set up with a guy right now.
but, maybe you should at least try to be out there more. especially if it’ll get oikawa off your ass about it.
“maybe.” you finally say, which earns you a cheer, and a new glass of cherry coke.
“i guess that’s my cue to go straighten those three up, hm?~” he chuckles, but it doesn’t sound too amused. and then, oikawa joins them.
you take this as your time to depart too. you end up leaving a tip, and a half-finished glass behind you. oikawa better at least text you what he looks like, because he hadn’t even bothered to tell you anything besides the fact that he has a tongue piercing. and there’s no way you’ll totally agree without knowing a bit more than a piece of metal in somebody’s skin.
is that really attractive? you don’t want to think about it, in case you actually do think it is.
why is that even a thought in the first place? you scold yourself in your head, trying to not delve into it any more than you need to.
your phone dings, and you reach down to check who texted.
𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖: 𝚘𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚠𝚊
𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠 ~
you have half the mind to not show up now.