takemichi is sliding DVDs back into their original places when he sees you, he has to do a double take because you’re so damn pretty.

he’s honestly a bit nervous after a minute passes— he’s on the clock and god only knows when his manager is going to come around and tell him what he’s doing wrong.. but she’s not here right now.

he meekly walks over to you, a few DVDs in his hand. “do you need any help with anything?” he eventually spits out, trying to keep the conversation going.