SoraMafu one-shots

- You Were The One... -

(Mafu's POV)
It was three months ago when I met Soraru-san, a very special person of mine.

Soraru was a customer in the cafe I worked in before. I work behind the counter, usually assisting customers with their orders or with any needs they asked or requested. The manager—Kashitarou—once asked me to serve some customers for a day, being a substitute for the server in the cafe since he fell ill. That day, Soraru was the customer that Kashitarou assigned me to serve. When I was serving his salad, which he ordered, I accidentally spilled his cup of coffee—which was on his table. I panicked a bit before heading behind the counter to get a piece of damped cloth to wipe off the spilled coffee. When I did so, Soraru grabbed my wrist and told me not to clean it.

"You shouldn't clean that up," he spoke, still holding my wrist.

"Eh? Why? It's my—"

"Don't," he interrupted, giving me a serious look.

I didn't know why he told me that; I still obeyed him.

Soraru was a regular customer in the cafe. Even though I was always behind the counter and never got to serve him, I knew he was always in the cafe everyday.

He was the quiet type and he doesn't seem to interact much. He merely have meetings in this very cafe with his friends. When he's with his friends, there are usually around one to three people with him; one girl and one guy or two.

Yes, just by watching him behind the counter, I already knew half of who Soraru is.

That day was the first time I served him. He treated me gently; a stranger.

I had no idea why a guy like him, who had beautiful, dazzling, sapphire eyes and dark blue hair that seemed so soft to touch, treated me that way.

Have I also mentioned that when I first saw Soraru, he was incredibly beautiful that I couldn't take my eyes off him.

There were similar incidents like this—wherein his drink spilled or his food fell—that happened to Soraru. Instead of coffee, it was water. Others were soup and so on.

But when the server—that served him—spilled something on Soraru's table or on the ground, he wouldn't mind them cleaning.

Yet... why did he stop me?

"Someone like you shouldn't clean this mess up," he whispered to my ear. "You're too beautiful to do something like that."

I felt my face heat up. "I-it's still my responsibility..." I stammered; looking away.

He chuckled. "Mafu-san," he mumbled. "For sure, you already know me since I'm a regular here, right?"

I looked at him quizzically and responded, "yeah, why?"

"So..." he trailed off before intertwining his fingers with mine as he stood. "I'm sure you know what I'm feeling too, right?"

I blushed furiously as I averted my gaze and pulled my hand back. "Soraru-san..."

The conversation we both had earlier sounded as if we were acquaintances. I guess we could be called 'acquaintances' since he does know my name and I know his and we've interacted quite sometime.

"I..." I mumbled.

"Hm?" he omitted, before glancing at his watch, he added, "ah, looks like I have to leave."

I looked at Soraru. "Eh? So qui—"

I stopped speaking the moment I felt something hot pressed against my forehead. "See you~"