Pretty Boy

Pretty Purple Boy

Author Note: The pic isn't mine. I've been out of the anime/fandom game for a min so be patient please. I'm open to criticism just be nice about it. I got feelings. Anyway enjoy :)

It's finally winter time so I'm riding to the coffee shop down the street from my apartment. I saw a sale ad on their window the other day and figured it'd be better than giving my money to Starbucks.

I hop off my bike and take off my helmet, walking into the shop. Almost immediately my muscles relax. It's nice and warm and there's lo-fi playing in the background and, best of all, it smells like coffee. Judge if you want, but I don't like coffee I just like the smell.

I look over to the counter and there's a small line so I take a seat at one of the tables by the window until the line is done. I go ahead and pull out my laptop and journal to finish up notes that I didn't finish in class today.

After about 10 minutes I look up and see that the line is down but the cashier isn't there. I look around and there he is cleaning the tables. He's kinda cute. Messy, purple hair dangling in front of his eyes but I can still see how focused he is. He's wiping those tables with such aggression I wonder what he's thinking about. I blink myself back to reality and get back to work, waiting patiently for someone to show up at the counter. Finally a couple minutes later the same guy is at the cashier. I get up and make my way to the counter, taking a few glances at him. He catches me staring and smiles, his eyes looking so exhausted but his smile hiding everything else.

"Hello. what can I get for you today?"

I smile back and take a peek at the menu, spotting one of my favorite teas.

"I'll get a medium chamomile tea. Hot please."

"Alright."

He makes a few taps on the register tablet thingy and looks back up at me.

"That'll be $7.50."

I pull my card out of my wallet and hand it to him, his rough hands brushing against mine. I glance at his name tag and read.

"Hitoshi, Shinsou... " I say it in my softest, lowest, quietest voice just to see what it feels like rolling off my tongue. And let me say it again, I do my damn best to whisper, but I guess he managed to hear me because now he's staring at me. I make eye contact with him and quickly look down. I feel my neck heating up.

"Sorry, I was just reading your name tag. That was random." I say my words really fast unconsciously, my face feeling really hot.

I hear him laugh softly.

"It's no problem. Don't worry."

I take a breath and shift my stance, trying to feel less awkward. It wasn't that big of a deal but I'm really bad at social situations sometimes. I look up and smile at him, still kinda nervous.

"Thanks. You have a pretty name by the way. Also I love your hair, do you dye it yourself?"

Hopefully the compliments aren't too much but I think they are because he's looking at me like a deer in headlights. His cheeks are tinted a little pink. He snaps out of it fast and smiles at me.

"Thank you. Sorry I'm not used to compliments. Actually, yeah I do dye it. Purple's one of my favorite colors and it matches my eyes a bit."

And that's when I notice his eyes. They looked so gray at first glance but I do see hints of purple now that I'm paying attention. His hair does a good job of bringing them out. They're also very pretty. He's very pretty.

15 seconds pass and I realize I've been staring for definitely way too long so I try to snap myself out of it.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry I've been staring." I say worriedly. "Gosh, bro, I'm a mess right now." I mutter under my breath.

He laughs again, harder this time. Damn it, his laugh is pretty too. Can I find one thing about him that isn't absolutely stunning? The answer is no. The answer is fucking no. I even love the bags under his eyes.

"How about we start over then?" He offers, clearly seeing that I'm a big mess.

I sigh, smiling. "That sounds great."

"Hello, I'm Hitoshi Shinsou." He offers his hand to shake and I take it, trying my best to do one of those big, strong, firm alpha male handshakes.

"Hello, I'm F/N L/N. It's nice too meet you."

He smiles comfortingly and says,

"Can I take your order?"

I smile, knowing he still has my order on the screen.

Can I get a medium chamomile hot tea, please?"

"Sure you can."

He pretends to tap on the screen, fake putting in my order. I try to hold in my laugh and I think he is too.

"Alrighty, that'll be $7.50."

I stuff my laugh down and pretend to give him my card. He takes it and swipes it. When my receipt comes out, he grabs a pen and writes something on the back of it. After, he hands me my stuff. I take my receipt and card, smiling and head back to my table. When I sit down I look at what he wrote.

'*** *** ***'

BRO GAVE ME HIS NUMBER?!! HOW??!! I was such a mess!

My eyes widen and I feel my face heating up again. I keep my composure this time and glance over at him, his back turned to me, making my tea. Then I realize. Bro is built. Broad shoulders, muscular back, and gosh those biceps, bro. Damn. I look back down at the numbers and smile to myself. How tf did I pull all that?

About 5 minutes pass and I'm finishing up my notes. It wasn't a lot so they didn't take long.

"For Y/N!" He yells out over the chatting voices. I pack my things up and walk over to him. He softly hands me my drink and at the same time I pass a napkin to him with my number on it. We smile at each other and then I take my leave.

I left the coffee shop satisfied. I got a hot drink and a pretty purple boy's number. I smile to myself and get on my bike, sipping my tea. Ugh of course it's amazing.

I start her up and take my ass home, excited to text this new number.