One Cup of Coffee~ 5/?
Title: Coffee is a Love Drug
Characters: Reita x Saga (the GazettE; Alice Nine)
Summary: Two musicians. Hot, steaming, coffee in between.
Rating: Completely safe.
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Coffee is a Love Drug
Day 7
It was exactly one week ago since I first started to meet this strange man every day for coffee in the afternoon. Although I could recall no verbal or written agreement to this, he seemed to follow a rigid code of friendship, even if it was just me.
Maybe it’s ‘cause I didn’t really consider him as one. Not yet - hey, it’s only been a week.
In the end, I boldly asked him if this was how he treated all of his new friends, or just those he had taken a serious liking to. Instead of answering, he just wagged an index finger at me and shook his head. He didn’t speak for the next five minutes, and I swear, aside from being on the verge of madness sometimes, he even has a penchant to step into the world of bipolarity. Sometimes he was silent like that, as if he was deeply amused by something and didn’t want to share, but sometimes he couldn’t stop raving about certain things and could promptly burst forth an entire book when he wanted to.
Like the heated discussion about fanservice, for one.
“And just ‘cause I show a little skin - doesn’t mean I’m a sex maniac, right?”
I gave him an automatic nod, but it didn’t mean that I wholeheartedly agreed.
“Even if am,” he continued, which made me choke on my drink, “But yeah. And kissing a boy doesn’t immediately turn you into a homosexual. It all depends on whether you liked it or not. And whether or not you wanted to do it again.”
“So when you do fanservice on your bandmates...?”
A shrug. “Does it matter? But as everyone knows, yes, I do it repeatedly. ‘Cause I’m a great kisser.”
“And I’m not embarrassed, if you wanted to ask. And if you ask me if you should do the same, by all means, if you share some amazing dynamic with whoever you want to kiss, do it. If not.. roleplaying is serious business. You don’t want to fuck up a steady friendship. Even if we all know it’s just for the fans.”
I had to smile at the logic behind this seemingly theatrical display of affection. So when Ruki tried to go near Uruha and ended up licking the neck of his guitar.. When Aoi ran around and tried to stand as close to the blonde guitarist.. And when Ruki had a mad look in his eyes and strode over to me and his face came close to mine, testing the waters, before he broke into song again? I remembered leaning back on my heels at the time, a little curious, a little high from the music, but quickly escaping. It didn’t feel right.
Saga was smirking at me by the time my short daydream ended. “Enlightening, Reita? Anyone come up to you more than once?”
“Other than me, that is. I’m a different case altogether.”
His name was on the tip of my tongue, but instead of saying it and completing the circle on the joke, his name sailed through into my head. I heard my own voice asking a question, one that tugged at the strings of my person, and there was no immediate answer. That’s it.A tiny epiphany, that Saga was actually doing this for me, and I was subconsciously reciprocating his actions. Maybe he thought I wanted to see him every day, and I thought the same, and it became this.
He must believe that I like him - in that way.
But he’s the one coming on to me - he’s flirting with me.
Isn’t he?
“Coffee shops are much, much more tame. And the people are much more polite. They see that you want your peace. Isn’t this why this place is such a lovely escape from our work?”
I was too busy scrutinizing his fake-blue lenses. They looked good on him despite their vivid artificiality, something I never really thought had fit me before. I mumbled my agreement, leaning back on the large chair, and opposite me, he did the same thing. His suddenly serene face cast a spell of contentment on me, and I could only wonder how a place like this could feel so relaxing despite the constant chatter of businessmen, despite its proximity to work and the fast-paced lifestyles of the people living it.
And with such a person to share my table with, it felt oddly right.
I gave him a tiny smile. He returned it. Then he reached forwards to pinch both of my cheeks crudely.
Fuckdamn. I can see my face turning red now. And I’m not sure if it’s because of the pain or something else.
And so we’ve been meeting like this, for the cup of warm latte, or maybe, for the company. I had no idea how it happened. I had a grand design of my own, which probably turned out to be the exact same thing he thought of - being there was a nice change, and I could use another friend in the workplace.
And if he’s really flirting with me...
Afterwards, I spent the rest of the day trying not to laugh at the thought.
tbc.
Characters: Reita x Saga (the GazettE; Alice Nine)
Summary: Two musicians. Hot, steaming, coffee in between.
Rating: Completely safe.
day1
day2
day30
day23
Coffee is a Love Drug
Day 7
It was exactly one week ago since I first started to meet this strange man every day for coffee in the afternoon. Although I could recall no verbal or written agreement to this, he seemed to follow a rigid code of friendship, even if it was just me.
Maybe it’s ‘cause I didn’t really consider him as one. Not yet - hey, it’s only been a week.
In the end, I boldly asked him if this was how he treated all of his new friends, or just those he had taken a serious liking to. Instead of answering, he just wagged an index finger at me and shook his head. He didn’t speak for the next five minutes, and I swear, aside from being on the verge of madness sometimes, he even has a penchant to step into the world of bipolarity. Sometimes he was silent like that, as if he was deeply amused by something and didn’t want to share, but sometimes he couldn’t stop raving about certain things and could promptly burst forth an entire book when he wanted to.
Like the heated discussion about fanservice, for one.
“And just ‘cause I show a little skin - doesn’t mean I’m a sex maniac, right?”
I gave him an automatic nod, but it didn’t mean that I wholeheartedly agreed.
“Even if am,” he continued, which made me choke on my drink, “But yeah. And kissing a boy doesn’t immediately turn you into a homosexual. It all depends on whether you liked it or not. And whether or not you wanted to do it again.”
“So when you do fanservice on your bandmates...?”
A shrug. “Does it matter? But as everyone knows, yes, I do it repeatedly. ‘Cause I’m a great kisser.”
“And I’m not embarrassed, if you wanted to ask. And if you ask me if you should do the same, by all means, if you share some amazing dynamic with whoever you want to kiss, do it. If not.. roleplaying is serious business. You don’t want to fuck up a steady friendship. Even if we all know it’s just for the fans.”
I had to smile at the logic behind this seemingly theatrical display of affection. So when Ruki tried to go near Uruha and ended up licking the neck of his guitar.. When Aoi ran around and tried to stand as close to the blonde guitarist.. And when Ruki had a mad look in his eyes and strode over to me and his face came close to mine, testing the waters, before he broke into song again? I remembered leaning back on my heels at the time, a little curious, a little high from the music, but quickly escaping. It didn’t feel right.
Saga was smirking at me by the time my short daydream ended. “Enlightening, Reita? Anyone come up to you more than once?”
“Other than me, that is. I’m a different case altogether.”
His name was on the tip of my tongue, but instead of saying it and completing the circle on the joke, his name sailed through into my head. I heard my own voice asking a question, one that tugged at the strings of my person, and there was no immediate answer. That’s it.A tiny epiphany, that Saga was actually doing this for me, and I was subconsciously reciprocating his actions. Maybe he thought I wanted to see him every day, and I thought the same, and it became this.
He must believe that I like him - in that way.
But he’s the one coming on to me - he’s flirting with me.
Isn’t he?
“Coffee shops are much, much more tame. And the people are much more polite. They see that you want your peace. Isn’t this why this place is such a lovely escape from our work?”
I was too busy scrutinizing his fake-blue lenses. They looked good on him despite their vivid artificiality, something I never really thought had fit me before. I mumbled my agreement, leaning back on the large chair, and opposite me, he did the same thing. His suddenly serene face cast a spell of contentment on me, and I could only wonder how a place like this could feel so relaxing despite the constant chatter of businessmen, despite its proximity to work and the fast-paced lifestyles of the people living it.
And with such a person to share my table with, it felt oddly right.
I gave him a tiny smile. He returned it. Then he reached forwards to pinch both of my cheeks crudely.
Fuckdamn. I can see my face turning red now. And I’m not sure if it’s because of the pain or something else.
And so we’ve been meeting like this, for the cup of warm latte, or maybe, for the company. I had no idea how it happened. I had a grand design of my own, which probably turned out to be the exact same thing he thought of - being there was a nice change, and I could use another friend in the workplace.
And if he’s really flirting with me...
Afterwards, I spent the rest of the day trying not to laugh at the thought.
tbc.