You came here way too often than a normal person should. But at this point, you just didn't care anymore. It was a habit. A part of your routine. There wasn't really anything weird in it— No, he wouldn't find it weird. Hopefully.

A 'regular' college student like you— sitting always in the same zone of the bar, laptop on the table and books on your sides, every single afternoon with a purpose.

Which was to simply watch Osamu, your highschool crush who happens to go to the same college as you, doing his part time job. Who could blame you, honestly?

Mask on, black cap hiding away most of his hair— And damn. That compression shirt he would always wear beneath that bordeaux apron. It was mainly because of him that the bar quickly became a frequent place for students to visit, girls especially, after classes were over.

The only times you would manage to talk to Osamu were when you were lucky enough to have him get your order. But that was fine.

As long as you could still admire him from afar, it was enough.

"Takin' the usual, I assume?" That laid back, familiar voice suddenly interrupted your train of thoughts— Your eyes looking just to meet his.

Oh fuck. When— ..When did he get this near without you noticing it—?