[fic] Theme 015 "Espresso", for 100_wangsts {遊☆戯☆王: Yuugi/'Atemu'; PG}
The obligatory Saint Valentine’s Day update. xP Happy Singles Awareness Day if you haven’t found that special someone yet!
Written for 100_wangsts. This is theme 015.
Genre: Romance (Fluff)
Rating: PG
Pairings: Yuugi/‘Atemu’
Story Type: Drabble/one-shot
Summary: It’s been one month since Atemu met Yuugi at Sanki. Yuugi never fails to surprise the other.
Disclaimer: Yuugiou’s not mine. How many times have I said this already? Nor do I own the icon that inspired this.
Spoilers: None. AU.
Warnings/Notes: Set to theme 007 coffee cup - one of the non-existent scenarios from it. ;)
Aside from being aside from an icon I spotted around LiveJournal, there was also a ‘show’ on TV from a long time ago that talked about what I’m about to write. Hee.
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“Hello and welcome to Sank-oh hey, Atemu-kun! You’re here rather early.”
“Yeah, school’s got a staff meeting and they don’t want us nosing around.”
“Mm, lucky, wish my shifts can end early. So what’ll you have? The usual?”
Atemu nodded, smiling his thanks. It had been a month or so since he first stepped foot in this café, and he was pleased Yuugi remembered his favourite drink.
“You’ll have to wait a few minutes, Atemu-kun,” Yuugi looked up at him sheepishly. “It’s not as busy right now so we’re a little short on hand...”
He waved his hand. “That’s all right, I don’t mind waiting. I’ll be over at the usual booth.”
“Oka-”
“Yuugi, a little help please!”
“Coming, Hitomi-chan!” He shot an apologetic glance over his shoulder. Atemu shrugged easily, a smile still on his lips. “What’s wrong now, Hitomi-chan?”
Atemu muffled a laugh at Yuugi’s exasperation, and made his way to the booth, taking off his coat and pulling out a textbook to read.
Flipping a few more pages, he decided he was bored with the material. Test or not tomorrow, the information wasn’t sticking to his head, and it was useless to keep trying at this rate. He sneaked a glance at his watch, wondering what was keeping Yuugi. He hoped nothing disastrous happened.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” a voice reached his ears, and he looked up into the slightly flushed face of Motou Yuugi. “Hitomi-chan, she...she jammed the coffee maker and she knocked over the pot...” He groaned. “I’m so glad Taki-kun came just in time so I can take my break...”
Atemu grinned at the other’s misfortune.
“Atemu-kun, it’s not funny,” he half whined.
“Well, you finally have time to sit and we can talk.”
Yuugi blinked before his eyes widened. “Shoot! I forgot your coffee! I was so busy mopping up that I forgot... Argh! Sorry! Give me five minutes, five minutes!”
“No rush, Yuugi,” Atemu called after the quickly retreating form. He contented himself by looking out the window, noting that most of the leaves had fallen off, and instead of the colourful collage a month ago, the ground was covered with a fresh sheet of snow.
“One of these days I’m going to get fired, I just know it,” Yuugi grumbled, carefully balancing a cup of coffee in each hand. “Here you go,” he set it down in front of Atemu, a safe distance from the closed textbook, and rotated it so that the handle was on the left side of Atemu.
He hid a silly smile. ‘He remembers I’m left-handed!’
“Cheers,” Yuugi flopped down on the seat opposite.
“Cheers,” Atemu agreed, picking up his cup, but paused.
“What’s the matter?”
“Nothing,” he denied quickly, ducking his head slightly to avoid Yuugi’s gaze. He knew his face darkened with pink, he felt like a giggly school girl with a crush (which, he reminded himself, was true, but like hell he was going to admit it out loud), but he couldn’t help it-especially not when this was in front of him.
Sure, Yuugi had remembered his usual drink to be the latte - the first kind of coffee he’s ever tried and instantly loved - but this was different. Yuugi...did something to it. Atemu peered from under his lashes to see Yuugi absorbed in his drink and staring out the window.
‘Dammit! I’m still acting like a giggly school girl with a crush!’
But it was so hard - he stared at his cup again, at the unmoving liquid, and the shape on top of it...
“Hey, Yuugi?”
“Yeah?”
“Is there a new type of latte I don’t know about?”
Yuugi raised an eyebrow, amused. “No, Atemu-kun, why do you ask?”
“Well...” he gestured to his drink. “It’s looking too pretty to drink. I’m guessing you have something to do with this though.”
He laughed. “Why, yes, I did do something with your drink. I was learning how to make latte art and thought you can be my guinea pig. You know, before I make them for customers who would gladly take the opportunity to complain to my manager how I messed up their drinks.”
“Oh... How can you be sure I won’t complain to your manager about this?”
“Because,” Yuugi reached across the table to punch him playfully on the arm.
“Because?”
“Just because.” Yuugi shot him a smile-smirk, leaned back, and closed his eyes. “Atemu-kun, really, if you don’t drink that soon, it’s going to get cold and will taste really terrible.”
“It’s your fault for making it so pretty!”
He opened one eye lazily. “Then take a picture before you drink it or something. I’m serious about it tasting nasty after it’s cooled.”
Atemu gladly took the advice; whipping out his phone, he switched to the camera option, and took a snapshot...and another, of an unsuspecting Yuugi looking out the window, holding his cup close to his supple lips.
“So, are you making this again any time soon?”
“Depends.”
“On?”
“My mood and stuff. But for you...sure.”
Yuugi found himself another mopping job within ten minutes...even when he was on break.
- Owari -
Story Word Count: 850
Authoress Notes: There, I was being fair...Atemu gets his chance of being girly. Now stop griping, Yuugi. (grins)