The bookstore was quiet, the sound of the rain pattering on the entrance door was all that you could hear. It was a school day, so it was mostly older teens at the bookstore. In the thriller section there was a tall, slender man. He was hunched over a book, standing with what could only be described as the most horrendous posture. He was engulfed in the book, he eyes going from page to page in what seemed like milliseconds. His blonde hair was short, and barely covered his face, he looked like he had gotten it cut recently. “Man, I wish I brought money today..” the man mumbled to himself, closing the book he had been reading and placing it back to its rightful place with utmost care. Although the book was tattered and torn from numerous people grabbing it and taking it from its place, he treated it with respect. Kei Tsukishima had always loved books. Ever since he was little he had always loved them. Whether it be picture books, manga, or novels, you could always find Kei reading something in his free time. Kei reminisced sadly putting the book away, he put his backpack over his shoulder once more and headed towards the entrance of his frequented bookstore. He waved to the usual bookkeeper and walked into the foggy atmosphere outside the comfortable shop doors. He began to walk to the coffeeshop that was nearby, ready to sit down and do some work with horrible, but free wifi. He walked into the shop comfortably, the barista waved at him and he replied with a smile. He sat down in his usual corner and began to work, his fingers hitting the keys on his computer with utmost grace. About an hour into his studies the bell above the door jingled and his attention was caught by a tall muscular man, his hair was black and shaggy, half of which was covering his face. Yet, it suits him, Kei thought. He wore a black muscle shirt and some shorts, along with white socks that reached just below his knees. His presence radiated throughout the room, almost like he wanted people to know he was there. He walked to the counter so quick that the barista began to stutter when he spat out his order. “I-I’m sorry sir, could you r-repeat that?” She mumbled, rushing her hands to the register. The mysterious mans laugh boomed as he smiled, “Ah, yes, sorry! My friend Kenma usually works here,” he apologized. He continued with his order, trailing off as he looked around the shop he clearly wasn’t familiar with. Then his eyes landed on Tsukishima. Who knows how long they stared at each other, but it was definitely longer than two strangers should. This stranger Kei found himself infatuated with was named Kuroo Tetsurou. He was currently attending business school in hope to get himself an average paying job so he could move to Tokyo. After the barista nervously put in Kuroo’s order she instructed him to go sit down until it was done. He nodded obediently and sat in the seat next to Tsukishima. The raven haired man didn’t waste a second, his head turned to Kei before he could even realize, “Hey,” he said, his voice sounding more soft then when he was conversing with the barista. Kei looked over, already beginning to feel his face overheat, “Hi.” he said, afraid that if he said too much he’d make a fool of himself to this stranger. “Do you come to this cafe often? Is it any good?” Kuroo questioned, genuine wonder in the tone of his voice.
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