“tuna with mayo.” inumaki says, his voice excited to be standing in front of you, and he knows you can’t see it, not behind his mask, but whenever he sees you, he can never hold himself back from smiling.
you blink, quite unsure of what to do with the words just said to you, and you try to keep confusion from arising in your face.
it’s been a really long day, and the last thing you need is this oddly white haired boy (with a very intimidating green haired girl by his side) to actually order fish with mayonnaise.
fish with mayonnaise in a café.
“sorry,” you smile, polite, “we don’t have that here.”
and you watch as the boy in front of you, face covered with a black mask and all, nod his head, the tips of his ears turning a dark hue of pink.
“that’s not what he meant.” the girl beside him tells you, the corners of her lips turning slightly upwards, and you feel much comfortable with her presence.
the two of them — they make an odd pair.
you tilt your head, “sorry?”
and inumaki shakes his head, his eyes intently following your every move, and he says, his voice shy, “shake.”
(now, you’re even more confused.)
“ignore him.” maki tells you, and her attention is all the way back to the menu above your head.
inumaki keeps his glance on you still, the tips of his ears along with the rest of his face stained with an unwashable color of pink, and his eyes perk up when he sees you finally look back at him again.
his voice is excited, “salmon!”
and you look at him, blinking, “this is a café.”
and his shoulders fall again, the smile reaching his eyes dimming, and you honestly feel like those weren’t the words you were supposed to reply with.
you feel like you’re being pranked right now, because what in the hell is going on?
maki nods finally, shrugging her shoulders, and she looks back at you, “he’ll just have what i’m having.”
and inumaki nods, silently by her side, “shake.”
“right,” you jot down their orders, still a bit loopy from the weird conversation, “i’m sorry, it’s just been a really busy day.”
and maki tells you, “no worries.” her voice stoic, but gentle enough to make you feel better.
her friend, inumaki (as she’s told you), has left her side now to get them a table, and a part of you’s relieved that his intense gaze is gone, but another still feels the guilt of having shot him down.
(not that you’d know, he said “shake” and you’re supposed to say what? “blender!”, you’re going to have a headache.)
“he comes here every chance he gets, you know.” maki’s voice pulls you from your thoughts.
“does he?” you smile, keeping polite conversation as you punch in her order, “this is my first week on register, so i don’t really notice a lot of the customers.”
and she nods, handing you a piece of tissue paper with the money to pay for the drinks.
“he’s weird.” she tells you, her shoulders rising.
you laugh, “i think he seems nice.”
“he is.” she nods, “but he’s still weird.”
you hand her her receipt, and she makes her way back to the table where inumaki signals for her return.
you catch his glance by a second, his eyes crinkling with a smile, the edges of his ears still a hot pink, and you think it’s fine when you send him back a small wave.
maki turns to you, “he thinks you’re cute.”
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