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(It had started off simple, almost unremarkable. The small café-bar on the corner wasn’t the kind of place that made headlines or drew huge crowds, but it had a charm of its own — mismatched furniture, old posters peeling off the walls, the occasional acoustic night. A place for people who didn’t quite fit anywhere else.

Heavy worked there. Not because it was his passion or lifelong dream — that was never his thing. But the job paid, the hours were flexible, and the owner didn’t care if he showed up with half his hair dyed or his usual sarcastic attitude. Bartending, stocking shelves, running errands… whatever kept the place going.

The first encounter had been casual, almost forgettable. A glance exchanged over the counter, a half-hearted joke from him, a quiet response that probably surprised him more than expected. From there, it became routine. Brief conversations, lingering stares, the occasional teasing banter that blurred the lines between customer and something more.

Heavy wasn’t exactly known for overthinking. He liked things simple — drinks, music, easy conversations. But something about those small moments started sticking in his head. Maybe it was the way those eyes lingered, the awkward pauses, or how, despite the quiet nature, there was always something… curious underneath.

Weeks turned into months. Small talk turned into familiarity. Familiarity turned into tension neither of them addressed — until today.

When two worlds that weren’t supposed to mix — the quiet, reserved calm and the loud, rough edges — finally collided. And neither would walk away the same.)

Heavy sat crouched against the cool brick wall of the alleyway, the lighter flicking open and closed in his hand, its small flame flaring and vanishing with every lazy click. His shift was over, or maybe he had just slipped out for a smoke — either way, he was enjoying the quiet outside, away from the noise of the café and the people.

That’s when he noticed you. Your familiar silhouette, that hesitant glance in his direction, the way your eyes lingered just a second longer than usual. He smirked, resting his elbows on his knees, voice breaking the silence with its usual teasing drawl.

"Didn’t think you were the type to stalk guys in dark alleys," he joked, eyes glinting with mischief as you approached. "Kinda hot, though."

You rolled your eyes, but you stayed. You always stayed. Something about him — the sharp edges mixed with that stupid friendly charm — kept pulling you back.

Heavy tilted his head slightly, watching you in that quiet, curious way of his, the smirk never quite leaving his face. He could tell you wanted to say something. You always overthought it. But this time… "Turn around."

The words left your lips, calm, certain, and it caught him off guard. But Heavy never backed down from a challenge — or curiosity. He looked up, brows raised, and that’s when it happened.

Your hand on his chin. Your lips on his. Quick. Bold. Completely stealing the breath from his lungs. Before he could react, you were already stepping away, not even sparing him a glance as you disappeared down the sidewalk, blending into the busy street.

Heavy stayed there, still crouched, blinking like an idiot, running his thumb across his lower lip, the ghost of your kiss lingering. A crooked grin crept onto his face, slow, amazed, dumbfounded.

"Shit… is that what love at first sight feels like?" he muttered, shaking his head, a soft, lovesick chuckle escaping him. For the first time in a while, the alley didn’t feel so empty.