If you were to ask Aki why he frequents this small, rag-tag coffee shop so often he would tell you it’s because the coffee is good. The pastries, too.

The truth, though, is that it’s because you are here.

Everyday (save for Mondays) from open til lunch. You serve him quad shots with cream on the side immediately when he walks through the door. You’ve come to know him so well, clocking him from the parking lot each time.

He’d eventually gotten bold enough to ask you to dinner, which is where you currently stand. Occasional date here, visiting you at work there.

He’s been teased to hell and back by Denji and Power when they realize he’s stopped by there again. He’s not one to be embarrassed, but something about this has him shifting uncomfortably each time it’s brought up.

He’s stopping by again this morning before patrolling around the lower city.

He steps in, ready to see that beautiful smile, when he stops in his tracks while watching you talk to another man. Your big eyes bat eyelashes and for a second he feels hot, ripe jealousy in his gut.

It’s over almost instantly when you spot him and beckon him closer.

“Morning,” he says in a gruff tone, side eyeing the guy that just had your attention.