One Cup of Coffee~ 4/?
So I figured, I'm not writing as normally as I should. My tone sounds odd, and I'm not inspired at all to write, even if I wanted to. But I should give this thing an ending anyway, that's what I owe it. So I will, in time. Maybe this little thing will go on until the 6th or 7th part. Depends.
FANFICTION.
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Coffee is a Love Drug
Day 23
“Has anyone ever told you, that you laugh so shyly?”
I raised my eyebrow at him, trying to swallow the warm liquid carefully, before settling it down on the low table in front of me. Saga always had a knack for asking questions at these moments, as if he had that one noble intention of getting me to choke on my drink, or to snort it out through my nose.
“I do?” I asked in a quiet retort, although I had already given up the fight in my mind. It was no use arguing against this sort of person. He’s bred to be like the boss, always assuming, always perfectly thinking out everything before talking. I’m sure he had a great big plan stowed away somewhere in that brain of his, ready to be whipped out and put into action at any time.
In fact, the only time that I’ve seen him a little lost, was that day we first met here. Maybe natural disasters like rain couldn’t be fit into his daily living, as he looked drenched and tiny in that one moment his hair wasn’t perfectly coifed and his clothes weren’t as sharp as his features. It made me feel more at ease, that I’ve seen this side of him, so however intimidating he turned out to be, was negated by this thought.
“Look at me, Akira. This is how you laugh when I tell you something that’s supposed to be funny.” He then proceeded to show his teeth, nod a couple of times, eyes almost closed and crinkled at the sides so that I could see the vast amount of eye makeup he had on. When he saw that I was still staring at him - and I knew I had a mildly amused expression on my face - he did it again. And this time, his mouth was open, and his eyes were closed, and he looked so ridiculous that it stole a tiny smile from me, and I realized that I was doing almost the same thing.
“See?” A smug reaction. I shrugged, and he started looking around at people from his seat and acknowledging them wearing that expression, and it was such an absurd moment that I began laughing. Too much, for my own good, as that was what we did the entire thirty minutes we were there, with Saga saying his greetings with that look on his face to each and every new person who arrived, before going back to our heated conversation about my shy laugh. He pushed the topic so hard that it was the only thing we talked about. It was as if his sole intention that day was to laugh and turn into a clown. It was a wonder nobody else found it odd, that here was a stranger greeting them like that. Even the store manager waved at us, and gave a thumbs-up when he saw Saga up to his new hobby. I could only smile apologetically at him.
When it was time to leave, and my mouth was dry trying to control my friend’s behaviour, he caught up to me by the door.
“Do you hate me now?”
I didn’t know what to say, but I shook my head at him. I didn’t really mind, and actually, it gave me all sorts of new stomach-aches just laughing at his antics. It was so unlike him to be a comical character like that without reason, unless he really intended to make fun of me, but it was... oddly comforting, that I must be a friend, receiving this side of his personality like this.
“I’m sorry,” he shrugged, biting on his lower lip in that telltale sign of worry. Then it was an odd silence that followed. He looked at me, eyes frowning, and I suddenly noticed the slight tremor in his mouth, and how his hands shook as he stuffed them into his pockets. It wasn’t merely the cold weather.
“I just had a bad day, I guess.” And then, it was a numbing lull that followed. A timid voice barely trailed behind.
“My girlfriend just broke up with me.”
And I could only stare at his disappearing shadow as it grew tinier and disappeared around the bend of the street. I was tempted to chase after him, to make sure he didn’t go attempting suicide or killing off his neighbors. But with his actions just then, I let it go.
I knew it. He wasn’t at all that crazy.
tbc.