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Cat Cafe Owner Gyomei x Reader

The air was filled with the sweet smells of sugars, spices, cinnamon, and flour alongside various fruits.

CHOP. CHOP. CHOP. CHOP.

The sounds of a knife coming down to cut the remains of a poor defenseless apple sounded out as a man hummed along with the tune of music only he knew about. Hair back, sleeves rolled up, apron on, and stains of flour and different sauces covering said apron. The nearby windows were open allowing the extra heat and sweet smells to pour out into the cool morning air and inviting others near his little shop.

Humming along he chopped up the fifth apple he'd be needing for the pies to later be displayed and then sold for money. He hummed continuing to cut it up carefully before tossing the core to the side to be used as fertilizer before carefully picking up the cutting board and using the knife to carefully scrape the apple slices into the bowl next to him before turning around to grab the next apple on the table. His pause came with a hum as he turned with a questioning hum back towards the store front, but shrugged and went back to work not hearing any new customers yet.

The day was bright and beautiful as the morning light fell through the window and grazed over the few patrons still in the small cafe she worked at. The murmuring hums of light talk, generic elevator like music, and the occasional car passing by outside. It combined with the sounds from the kitchen. Clinking dishes, utilities, and the occasional shout of an order ready to be served. Relatively peaceful and normal day for those whom worked the cafe life.

It was a demanding job sometimes if you had to handle multiple orders by yourself especially if you were by yourself or happened to be short-staffed that day or if there just so happened to be a large crowd. But it wasn't a bad job. The Patrons were mostly friendly aside from the occasional Karen or grumpy person in the morning who demanded their caffeine high for the morning. It always smelt nice with the lingering scents of coffee, chocolate, and various hand made baked goods in the glass display just in the front.

After a while one would even start to recognize the frequent customers visiting the shoppe's doors. The old couple that always stop by on their Sunday strolls for tea and macaroons. The man in the suit with consistent eye bags always tiredly asking for coffee in the mornings. The soccer mom that brings her children in for doughnuts every Tuesday night. Not every patron ordered something though. There was the frequent college students or bookworms that just liked to sit in the cafe and do their own things. Sometimes they'd order snacks sometimes they didn't but that was life.

It was a slow day this morning in particular.

The smells of apples soaking in cinnamon mixed in with the scents of coffee and sweet vanilla as a reflection ran across the shiny glass of the display case. Inside it beheld the delicious sights within it's hold. A few cupcakes and cakes ready to be bought and eaten. Smaller desserts were on display too. Fudge, macarons, cookies, candied apples-

Not many people had come in today. A few in the morning for a quick coffee run before work but for now it was just him alone here and a few people sitting around enjoying snacks. He didn't mind, it was Peaceful and quiet other than the distant sounds of the cars passing by on the streets outside and the noises from the kitchen.

The only people who were here with him really was the few patrons enjoying tea and small snacks in the closed off room for visitors to enjoy their food in the company of adorable cats. However there was one patron in particular that he was looking forward to seeing every Saturday-

RING!!

The little bell rang out on the front register making him pause in his making of apple pie and turn to the front.

RING!!

It rang again as he calmly wiped his hands on an apron and made his way towards the register. Oh yes. He knew who that must've been. He still remembered the day he first met her. It was a slow day for him as he worked the front, sweeping and waiting for customers when he heard the door open and a woman walked inside.

"Hello?"

"Ah. Good morning, Ma'am." He turned his head towards the woman. *What can I get you today?"

"Actually I was hoping you could help me with something." That's when he noticed something else. A soft little meow coming from her. Turns out she had walked in with a pet carrier, and inside was a little black kitten. "I heard all your cars were rescues."

He .. slowly nodded. "Yes. They are but we aren't looking for any new cats at this time-"

"Please! I literally don't know where else to take him. Black cats don't get adopted in shelters and I can't keep him because my landlord doesn't allow pets that aren't service animals!"

"Well..I-"

"He's got all his shots and he's already litter trained! Here. I brought the papers from the vet to prove it."

"I-...*sigh* Let me go get my assistant to read it over for me then we can properly. Miss?"

"Y/n! Thank you so much, Mr. Himejima!"

"How did you know my name?"

"Your name tag."

"...Ah. R-Right."

He approached the front with a smile to his face and the sounds of his footsteps as he exited the kitchen and into the front where the store front and registry was.

"Hello? Is someone there?"

"Hi, Gyomei.~," a happy voice cooed at him. "How's my favorite cat dad doing?"

The flirty undertone of the voice her voice wasn't lost on him as his face turned a pinkish hue. "I-I-Its nice to see you again, Y/n."