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[kangals]

one x one between sphere and i!!
just a barista x customer kiribaku au
don’t post unless ur one of us!! thanks

[kangals]

ＫＩＲＩＳＨＩＭＡ ＥＩＪＩＲＯＵ !!
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❝ the world will never take my heart !!

xxxxxxxit wasn’t common for kirishima to be awake before the sun, but that didn’t stop him. his vermillion eyes blinked through the darkness that cloaked his bedroom, then glanced to his alarm clock on his side table. the blinking red numbers dictated that it was just past 6:00am, and the boy pondered his options. he was already feeling wide awake, and if he went back to sleep, he knew he’d be groggy. on the other hand, an extra hour or sleep meant an extra hour of sleep. he decided that the former would be in his best interests. a slight shiver wracked his frame as his bare feet touched the hardwood floor, and he stood up to stretch his tired limbs. he shuffled around his room, collecting his favourite crimson riot shirt and a pair of sweatpants, before making his way to the bathroom to continue his morning routine.
by the time he left his house, the sun had begun to peek over the horizon, flooding his neighbourhood with a hazy pink light. he took it in for a moment while he tied his hair back, before popping in some headphones and beginning his morning jog. his mornings usually went like this: wake up, go for a jog, go to work. today was hardly different, even though he’d woken up significantly earlier than usual. now just meant he could get coffees for everyone in the morning, rather than lunchtime. or maybe he could show up early to work for once - but that was unlikely. as hard as he works on the job, his punctuality isn’t something to boast about. but he makes up for it by buying everyone coffee, so it works out in the end.
kirishima reached the coffeeshop only a few minutes after it opens, but the building is already crowded with people. plenty of businessmen and businesswomen were taking calls from the plush couches around the cafe, a couple teenagers with laptops were seated at the tables, and a mother in line trying to comfort her crying child with a sugary pastry. the room was full of loud chatter and heavenly aromas, it was almost overwhelming. he took a place in line, and stared into a glass cabinet that was stocked with pastries. he tried not to drool.
eventually it was his turn in line, and he flashed a grin at the boy across the counter. kirishima was a regular, and he didn’t think he’d seen this boy before. then again, it was rare for kirishima to do morning coffee runs, so it was possible he’d just never been here for one of his shifts. “good morning!” he chirped. he was a pretty cheerful guy, even this early in the morning. “are you new? i don’t think i’ve seen you here before.” he spoke. he pushed a few stray strands of hair that had fallen from his bun away from his eyes, and pursed his lips at the menu board. he read it for a moment, unaware of the strife it was causing the people in line behind him. “can i get one iced green tea, one matcha with milk, and one iced coffee with two sugars?” after a brief pause, he spoke again, “oh, i almost forgot mine! and a vanilla bean frappe, please. all of em mediums.”

[icxacruz]

❝𝑲 a t s u k i 𝑩 a k u g o. ♣
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The day was looking pretty crappy. Everyday was but there was something about this one. Katsuki's alarm went off at five thirty am as it now did on week days. Birds chipped in the early morning, the sun wasn't even up yet. That's the thing that Katsuki hated about the early morning shift, getting less sleep than the sun. It was a struggle getting out of bed. He was so tired and the bed was so welcoming. He almost didn't feel angry, almost. He groaned as he slowly got out of bed and into his dimly lit room. He kept the lights on from last night, guess he was too tired to turn them off. He yawned and stretched before walking to his bathroom and hopped in the shower. He was too tired to make breakfast so he brushed his teeth and ruffled his hair, got dressed and walked out his front door. He was wearing baggy jeans and his coffee shop shirt, which was a scratchy polo. He took his slow commute to work. He took a subway train, almost falling asleep on the way. There weren't many people out this time of day, who would want to? Katsuki lived on the opposite side of town from the coffee shop so it took him a while to get to work. He leaned his head on the side rail of the subway as he started to nod off. The stops and noise would snap him back to reality, sadly. He must have been scowling because a friendly lady asked him why he was so angry. He went into a fit about waking up early for this new job. the lady looked terrified, luckily her stop was the next one. Katsuki wasn't feeling too great.

His stop finally came. he got out of the subway and into the town. It was about a fifteen minuet walk from the subway to the shop. Katsuki could've taken an other subway but that would require getting on an other train. People were starting to mill around on their commute to work and other places at this point. the sun was barley peaked in the sky. Today would be Katsuki's first official day working at the coffee shop. He'd volunteered there so he knew the ropes but he needed a couple extra bucks so he applied for a job. He got there along with other workers. He grumpily said hello and walked in. His boss ordered him to man the cash and take orders.

Customers started coming almost immediately, it was quite a busy little shop. Other workers were already busy with the espresso machines and baking treats. The place was up and running in to time. There was even soft coffeehouse music playing from stereos somewhere. He started taking orders, he took about five and silently congratulated himself for not screwing up. He looked at the next person in line, who smiled at him. It made Katsuki feel weird, no one had ever smiled at him before. The boy had fiery red hair which was tied into a bun. Katsuki usually hated buns on guys, but this boy was an exception. For some reason, he was the only person today that katsuki had been around that he didn't want to punch. It was a first. He mumbled a "yeah i'm new" under his breath, barley audible. He tapped in the boy's long order and wrote them on a medium cup, one for each.
"Long order you got there," he said, "that'll be fourteen fifty please." He turned away from the counter and started to make the drinks. Katsuki usually didn't care for strangers like this one. But there was something about him that katsuki didn't want to forget. Impulsively, he wrote his phone number on the side of his frappe cup. He handed the boy all the drinks in a tray and quickly moved on to the next customer before he could check if the boy saw his number or not. He didn't want to admit it, but he could feel his face was noticeably warmer than before. Probably noticeably redder too.

[kangals]

ＫＩＲＩＳＨＩＭＡ ＥＩＪＩＲＯＵ !!
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❝ the world will never take my heart !!

xxxxxxxthe boy behind the register responded in a voice so faint, kirishima nearly missed the words. so he was new. this made the red-head feel a significant amount of guilt for placing such a long order. he doubted it was an easy task to deal with so many drinks when the cafe was already so crowded, even for the more experienced baristas. he gave an apologetic smile, "yeah, i'm sorry about that. i'm interning at a hero's office, and i tend to do coffee runs more than actual work," he spoke, rubbing the back of his neck and letting out a sheepish laugh, "i'm sure you'll be seeing a lot of me." he hoped that this wouldn't be disappointing. he took out his wallet and counted out the correct change, in hopes of making up for the stressful order. for good measure, he placed another two dollars in the tip jar.
as the blond handed him his tray of drinks, kirishima made a quick glance for his nametag. katsuki. he was quick to move onto the next order, but that didn't stop kirishima from shooting him a final grin, "have a great day, katsuki, i hope your shift goes well!" he took his tray and headed for the door, waving to a few of the staff he recognized on his way out.
as he stepped outside, he placed the tray on one of the patio tables so he could pull out his own drink. he took a sip from his frappe, and smiled to himself at the taste of the frosty beverage. as he lowered the cup, the sharpie scrawled on the side of it caught his eye. the clueless boy took a moment to realize the collection of digits was a phone number, and when he did, he nearly choked on his drink. he'd gotten a phone number from someone? he turned to look inside one of the cafe windows to katsuki again, and thought back to how the boy's cheeks were flushed when he went to the next customer. he'd gotten a phone number from a cute guy? kirishima was certain his face was the same shade as his hair. he was floored; this kind of stuff happened in movies, he didn't expect it in real life.
he pulled out his phone to add katsuki's number to his contacts, and realized he was running late for his internship. the lineup must have been longer than he thought. he typed out a quick, "hey its the guy from the coffeeshop" and then hit sent. he hesitated for a moment before sending "i really hope this number was meant for me lol". he didn't have much time to think of a cool message before he had to leave. after a moment's thought, however, he tossed the tray of drinks into the trash. another coffee run would give him an excuse to see katsuki before his shift ended. he stole another glance at the blond through the cafe's window, and then began jogging to work.

[icxacruz]

❝𝑲 a t s u k i 𝑩 a k u g o. ♣
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[sorry for the short reply]

The next customer stepped up to the counter before Katsuki had anymore time to react. While he was busy making an iced coffee, he glanced out the window and saw the red haired boy hurrying off to his work. Shortly followed by a buzz from him phone. Katsuki knew better than to look down at his phone and get called out on his first day on the job. He kept on doing order after order but his mind wouldn't wander off the boy with the red hair in a bun.

After a long day, it was finally his lunch break. He left the counter and sat down on an unoccupied bean bag chair in the staff break room. He checked his phone and he'd gotten a notification from an unknown. He read the text and felt himself getting red again. He didn't know what was getting into him, it wasn't like him to have feelings for others. Well, he'd get mad a lot but nothing like this. He wanted to ask him out for dinner one day and talk to him for longer than just a coffee shop order. He was surprised the boy even texted him, at this point Katsuki inferred that the boy was pretty outgoing. He opened his phone and stared down at the blinking cursor on his messages app. He tried typing in a greeting but deleted it. He tried again but deleted that as well. He gave up and sent what he started typing: heyy it's the guy working at the coffeeshop. and yes this number was for you that would be really embarrassing if you gave that drink to one of your coworker c: This wasn't like him. He usually wasn't thing cheery, this guy had a lot of exceptions. guessing you read my name tag and saw my name is katsuki. i didn't catch yours what is it? he also sent. he hoped it wasn't too stalker-ish to ask for a name like that.Before he could wait for a response, his break was over and he was back at the counter. He waited for the day to pass on and hoped it would end quickly.