[self-challenge] Welcome to the Atrium; part 3
Title: Welcome to the Atrium; part 3
Rating: PG
Pairing: various; mostly Oishi/Shishido, Oishi/Gakuto friendship, Jackal/Marui friendship, Jirou/everyone friendship
Word Count: 667
Summary: Because all college students need a job. Plus, aprons are sexy.
Author's Notes: Part 3 of the barrista!AU. All other notes/warnings apply as mentioned in the first part. Also, this part kind of sucks a lot. :|
xi; midnight
It wasn't until late in the morning when Oishi finally closed the cafe for good and went back to his apartment, where he found Gakuto asleep, sitting in front of his door. He sighed, unlocked his door and with a practiced ease from having to do this one too many times, lifted Gakuto up in his arms, set him on the couch and tucked him in. He set a glass of water and a few aspirin on the side table - Gakuto suffered from the worst hangovers, had always since high school - and turned out the lights, padding down the three feet hallway to his room and disappeared without another word and no evidence of his whereabouts except for the telltale cup from the cafe and a crumpled up piece of paper with numbers written across it, carefully hidden in his bedroom so prying eyes wouldn't see it.
Oishi wakes up in the morning to find bright sunlight streaming in through his windows and Gakuto straddled on top of him, waving the same piece of paper, now smoothed out, in front of him. "Since when did you make picking up dudes after work a hobby?"
xii; temptation
"I will absolutely stop being friends with you if you go." Gakuto said, horrified, inching his way closer to the closest escape route and Oishi just rolled his eyes and went back to his phone call, telling his friend that he'd be delighted to go, and a friend of his would like to join them as well.
Which explained why, on New Year's Eve, instead of drinking like he had planned at his family's New Year's party, Gakuto was standing in the massive audience at Tokyo Dome, watching boys flounce around in ugly clothing.
In fact, the only reason why Gakuto hadn't killed Oishi for even dragging him here to begin with is the fact that Oishi didn't look to be having such a good time, either, and hell, if he was going to suffer, there was no way he would suffer alone.
xiii; view
Gakuto was sure he was gaping.
He couldn't help it though and he was sure he wasn't the only one, because what else are you going to do when you see your best friend who lacks any sort of sexual tension at all chat with a suspicious looking guy in gym shorts and a hoodie?
No, the mere act of talking to the dude wasn't really what was intriguing Gakuto because hell, he knew that Oishi knew practically everyone around town or, at the very least, everyone knew him, but this was the first time where Gakuto saw Oishi speaking with such enthusiasm and - dare he say it? - a sparkle in his eye.
"Ne, Marui," Gakuto said quietly to the other redhead who was leaning over his shoulder, watching the spectacle unfold. "Who do you think that is?"
"Eh?" Marui looked really confused. "You mean you don't know?"
Gakuto was alarmed for a second. "What do you mean, I don't know? He's not 'ichiroh's boyfriend is he?"
Marui just looked confused as he blew a bubble with his gum. "No, I meant like...I thought you knew who it was, cause I was hoping you'd tell me."
They both changed looks of awkward silence.
xiv; music
"No, Bunta, you cannot use my head as your percussion set for your show. You cannot borrow tables from the cafe for hookers to dance on. You may not offer free coffee coupons to bribe people to go, either. You will not use the cafe as the venue for the show, period. You cannot get Mukahi drunk and order him to dance on tables -- well, you could, but I'm pretty sure that male whores are frowned upon. Yes, it is a bad thing to be a manwhore."
xv; silk
"Jirou..."
"Yes, 'ichiroh?"
"I am not wearing purple."
"But you look so good!"
"...it's purple."
"You're just too used to your bland colors. Live a little! Would you prefer pink?"
"Actually, yeah -- no, wait, I didn't mean that! Jirou, no!"
Rating: PG
Pairing: various; mostly Oishi/Shishido, Oishi/Gakuto friendship, Jackal/Marui friendship, Jirou/everyone friendship
Word Count: 667
Summary: Because all college students need a job. Plus, aprons are sexy.
Author's Notes: Part 3 of the barrista!AU. All other notes/warnings apply as mentioned in the first part. Also, this part kind of sucks a lot. :|
xi; midnight
It wasn't until late in the morning when Oishi finally closed the cafe for good and went back to his apartment, where he found Gakuto asleep, sitting in front of his door. He sighed, unlocked his door and with a practiced ease from having to do this one too many times, lifted Gakuto up in his arms, set him on the couch and tucked him in. He set a glass of water and a few aspirin on the side table - Gakuto suffered from the worst hangovers, had always since high school - and turned out the lights, padding down the three feet hallway to his room and disappeared without another word and no evidence of his whereabouts except for the telltale cup from the cafe and a crumpled up piece of paper with numbers written across it, carefully hidden in his bedroom so prying eyes wouldn't see it.
Oishi wakes up in the morning to find bright sunlight streaming in through his windows and Gakuto straddled on top of him, waving the same piece of paper, now smoothed out, in front of him. "Since when did you make picking up dudes after work a hobby?"
xii; temptation
"I will absolutely stop being friends with you if you go." Gakuto said, horrified, inching his way closer to the closest escape route and Oishi just rolled his eyes and went back to his phone call, telling his friend that he'd be delighted to go, and a friend of his would like to join them as well.
Which explained why, on New Year's Eve, instead of drinking like he had planned at his family's New Year's party, Gakuto was standing in the massive audience at Tokyo Dome, watching boys flounce around in ugly clothing.
In fact, the only reason why Gakuto hadn't killed Oishi for even dragging him here to begin with is the fact that Oishi didn't look to be having such a good time, either, and hell, if he was going to suffer, there was no way he would suffer alone.
xiii; view
Gakuto was sure he was gaping.
He couldn't help it though and he was sure he wasn't the only one, because what else are you going to do when you see your best friend who lacks any sort of sexual tension at all chat with a suspicious looking guy in gym shorts and a hoodie?
No, the mere act of talking to the dude wasn't really what was intriguing Gakuto because hell, he knew that Oishi knew practically everyone around town or, at the very least, everyone knew him, but this was the first time where Gakuto saw Oishi speaking with such enthusiasm and - dare he say it? - a sparkle in his eye.
"Ne, Marui," Gakuto said quietly to the other redhead who was leaning over his shoulder, watching the spectacle unfold. "Who do you think that is?"
"Eh?" Marui looked really confused. "You mean you don't know?"
Gakuto was alarmed for a second. "What do you mean, I don't know? He's not 'ichiroh's boyfriend is he?"
Marui just looked confused as he blew a bubble with his gum. "No, I meant like...I thought you knew who it was, cause I was hoping you'd tell me."
They both changed looks of awkward silence.
xiv; music
"No, Bunta, you cannot use my head as your percussion set for your show. You cannot borrow tables from the cafe for hookers to dance on. You may not offer free coffee coupons to bribe people to go, either. You will not use the cafe as the venue for the show, period. You cannot get Mukahi drunk and order him to dance on tables -- well, you could, but I'm pretty sure that male whores are frowned upon. Yes, it is a bad thing to be a manwhore."
xv; silk
"Jirou..."
"Yes, 'ichiroh?"
"I am not wearing purple."
"But you look so good!"
"...it's purple."
"You're just too used to your bland colors. Live a little! Would you prefer pink?"
"Actually, yeah -- no, wait, I didn't mean that! Jirou, no!"