He blows a piece of his hair from getting into his eye. Chin relaxed comfortably on his warm palm, he gazes out the front doors made of glass. Narrowing his eyes from the dullness of the morning, he groans.

"Oh shut up. It's not like you're doing anything." Kunikida grumbles, hand twisting a soft cloth around the inside of a cup. He moves over to place the item gently onto the counter, fingers flicking the material into the trash.

"It's so boringggg. I wonder what's going to lighten up this dreary day." Dazai grunts, body rolling over the counter he was resting on. His view turns upside down, feeling how the blood slowly makes its way to his brain.

"Who are you, Wednesday Adam's?" Kunikida rolls his eyes, before going toward a customer that needed assistance. They both work at a bakery, not something Dazai himself thought he'd pursue but life has surprises.

He could now feel the way his blood gushed, his vision blurs and his world spun, still he did not relent. Closing his eyes, counting the intrusive thoughts running rampant in his mind. Humming a random song that came to him. He was getting close to the final beat when the bell rang, signifying a costumer that he'd need to tend to.

He opens his eyes, little colorful spots dance around his retinas — like small flies — blinding him monetarily before the clear image of the young man detailed. He had platinum colored hair, that seemed to glimmer in the rising sun, skin appearing smooth and milky. His face slightly asymmetrical, but that didn't erase any sharp facial features that he had.

His eyes were such a rare coloration, amethyst adorning the top of the iris with honey yellow on the bottom. His lips were thin but even they glistened with what seemed to be chapstick. His outfit composed of an auburn colored sweater having wrinkles on the sleeves, they went past his wrists and hiding his hands from sight. His pants were a sandy blonde color, boots raised to his ankles.

Although his clothings were not out putting, the way he shuffles towards the counter — Dazai was laying on — gave hints to his worry. Closing the distance between him and Dazai sprawled on the marble slab, he starts blushing, a cute shade of a pink primrose complimenting his pale skin.

He couldn't help it, but Dazai was entranced by this guy's beauty. Something tugged at his thin heart strings, he's never felt this sensation before but it's not like he didn't disapprove. No matter the way he looked at the situation, the guy in front of him really attracted his attention, in a good way.

"Um...excuse me. Can I...place an order?" The other's voice wavered, a quietness to his tone that made the brunette understand.

Ah, the anxious type. How cute.

"Yes sir, what would you like?" Dazai rolled over once more, front half of his body leaning all the way to the other. Chin once again on his palm, breathing quickening with the dizziness.

"U-uh, one melon bun please." His white eyebrows scrunch, the corners of his mouth twitch slightly, a hint of mirth and wariness present in his mix colored eyes.

"One melon bun coming up~!" Dazai hollers, jolting up from his position and typing away at the register. He sneaks a glance at the other, pondering on how to approach this. "What's your name?"

"H-huh? Oh, my name it's Atsushi." Dazai smiles. Atsushi, huh. What a nice name.

"Well then Atsushi! That'll be 200 yen." Atsushi gives him the proper money and twiddles with his fingers.

"You can take a seat over there, I'll bring your pastry out." Dazai points at a corner, grinning widely. He watches as Atsushi blinks for a second before scampering off to the booth. Guess he's really anxious.

Dazai gives out a breathy chuckle, getting a small paper plate from a cabinet just above his head. It was really good that Kunikida pestered him into baking fresh bread, otherwise that poor soul would've had to wait longer.

Sticking his tongs inside the warm oven, he gently retrieved the pastry and placed it onto the plate. Getting a good whiff of the sweet scent, he gives a heartfelt sigh. His brown hair sweeps to the side of his eye, promptly blocking his vision before he tucks it behind his ear.

Turning around to check on his costumer, he almost chuckles again. Seeing as Atsushi is twisting his long lock of hair around his pointer finger and clenching the fabric of his pants, Dazai thought he should go over and cheer him up. Looking swiftly at the clock beside the cash register, he does a mental pump up.

Break has officially begun.

That's a lie, there were never many costumers in the mornings so he usually just lazes around. Kunikida scuffles across the bakery, pouring more coffee to people who ask, cleaning some empty tables. Seriously, he's such a workaholic.

Striding over to Atsushi, who has yet to notice his presence, he quietly settles into the seat in front of the fiddling man.

"Excuse me, may I sit here for a moment to recuperate from falling for you?" Dazai declares, voice cool and clear, a smirk lining his face. That definitely got Atsushi's attention. The cute blush blooming across his cheeks struck an arrow right through Dazai's heart. Maybe his pick up line wasn't so far off.

"W-what?" Atsushi timidly whispers, hand tightening it's grasp on his pants.

"You heard me, I have to wrap my head around your beauty." Dazai chuckles, pushing the plate toward the other.

"U-uh..." Atsushi stutters, glancing down at the melon bun before eyeing the left side of the bakery. "S-sure, sit here if you want." He seethes, blush still prominent on his face as he puffs out his cheeks in a grimace.

Honestly, how can he become even cuter by the second? Dazai bites the inside of his lip, surveying the others face and how he reaches out to grab the pastry. He realizes he's been staring when Atsushi halts from taking a bite.

"Can I help y-you?" Dazai blinks, how can he be anxious and have an attitude?

"Sorry, I'm just out of it today." He murmurs, hand sliding down his face to hide the burning.

"Are you that out of it that you'll start flirting with your costumers?" Atsushi lifts a brow, mouth pulling into a sly smile, blush gradually disappearing.

"No costumer of mine has ever really got me like this." Dazai leans back, smirk growing.

"Huh, first time for everything I guess." Atsushi smirks for a second before biting into the melon bun. Dazai laughs, hand coming up to tuck his hair back again.

Silence comes across them, but it wasn't awkward — at least Dazai didn't think so — the only sound of the occasional murmurs of other groups. Atsushi swallows, the action catches Dazai's attention as his Adam's apple bobs.

"Wow, this is really delicious. Did you bake them?" Atsushi asks, eyes shining with wonderment.

"You really like it? This was actually my first time making them." Dazai shrugs, appeased with himself for his creation.

"No way. Seriously? It really is delicious." Atsushi nods, smile broad across his face.

"Why thank you. I'm very flattered." Dazai winks, body coming to lean forward on the table. Atsushi's eyes widen a fraction before resuming his munching, a couple of crumbs on the side of his mouth.

Dazai's watched to many rom-coms throughout his life, he knows a golden opportunity when he sees one. So, as such, he reaches his hand over to swipe away at the crumbs. The only problem was the strong grip on his wrist.

That's unexpected.

"W-what are you doing?" Atsushi blinks, hand wavering its grip around Dazai's wrist. 

"Sorry, there were crumbs on the side of your mouth. I tried to wipe them away." Dazai sweats, the grip on his wrist tightens slightly, if not for the redness surfacing on Atsushi's cheeks, Dazai would think he was trying to break it.

Glancing down swiftly at his wrist before looking into those fascinating eyes, had Atsushi releasing him.

"Ah! I-I'm sorry, I just thought you...were going to.." His voice was light, rushing words from his mouth and waving his hands in the air in front of him.

"Haha, it's ok," and it was, "I shouldn't have touched you randomly." Dazai leans back, nail scratching at his cheek in embarrassment.

"I shouldn't have reacted that way. I'm sorry." Atsushi deflates, melon bun forgotten in front of him.

"No, you had every right to react that way." Dazai remarks, frowning a bit from the undeserved apology.

"Still...I hurt you. I'm sorry." Atsushi's eyes were downcast, shoulders sagging. Dazai ponders his next answer. He doesn't have to apologize, it was truly a normal reaction.

"I'm not a photographer, but I can picture me and you together." Dazai states, a big smile on his face as he teasingly winks. That seems to do the trick.

"Haha! Ew, that one's cheesy." Atsushi scoffs, giggling a bit into his palm. Dazai's heart fills with joy, he could feel his grin growing, now I'm smiling like an idiot.

"And yet you still giggle like a middle schooler, huh?" Dazai prods. The smile and blush that comes across Atsushi's face gives him years of life.

"I-" Atsushi's reply was cut off by screaming.

"Dazai! Get your lazy ass up! DO YOUR WORK!" Kunikida stomps to their table, hand coming over to smack the brunette upside the head. "Sorry, is this nuisance bothering you?"

"W-what? No no! We were just talking!" Atsushi stammers, glimpsing back and forth between the two workers.

"Ugh~ Kunikida, couldn't you have waited a bit longer?" Dazai whines, hand rubbing at the side of his head.

"Be quiet! Get back to work." Kunikida bunches the front of Dazai's shirt before yanking him up.

"Uwah! Gentle, Kunikida, gentle! See you later Atsushi!" Dazai calls out, flashing the white haired a sly smile before disappearing into the kitchen.

"Sorry about him, I'll tell him to not bother you anymore." The bespectacled man sighs, his left hand on his hip.

"Oh, it's ok! I enjoyed his company actually." Atsushi's tone was light, he tries not to chortle. The face the blonde man gives him takes him aback.

"Seriously..." Kunikida exhales before shaking his head and walking off to another table.

Weird....Atsushi thinks.

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Same setting as before, except for the moon shining. Dazai's bored, picking at his nails when the bell rings. Looking up and instantly grinning. Atsushi stands at the door, light wool sweater on top a long sleeved shirt and black pants with shoes that were below his ankles. He is so handsome.

"Hey." Atsushi waves, smile etched onto his face as he observes Dazai.

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

"Did you or did you not say 'see you later'?" Atsushi air quotes, coming forth to stand in front of the cash register. They were about to close, Dazai stayed to lock up tonight (not for any other motive, course not...).

"That I did. You know we are closing right?" Dazai places his hands on the counter, cocking his head to the side as he surveys the others face.

"Well I can always come back tomorrow.." Atsushi starts turning on his heel, a sly grin on his face.

"No!" Dazai cursed himself for the eagerness in his tone, "I'm sorry, let's drink some coffee outside."

"Sounds perfect."

.

"The sparkle in your eyes is so bright, the sun must be jealous." Dazai states, handing him the hot cup of sweetened coffee. Atsushi gives him a cynical look, one that Dazai wants to take away.

"Shouldn't you have said that in the morning instead of night?" Atsushi questions, gripping the cup with his hands. "Thank you."

"You're right, but I just wanted to say the truth." Dazai lowers himself on the bench, sitting next to the other. Atsushi blows into the small hole before taking a timid sip, exhaling longingly afterwards.

"Like it?" Dazai asks, hands gripping at his own cup.

"Of course I do, you really are a good baker and Uhh coffee maker..?" Atsushi's lips curve upwards in a half grimace and smile.

"I'll take that as a compliment." Dazai snickers, hair once again tucked behind his ear. Atsushi laughs, lifting his head to stare up into the sky. His gaze locked with the moon, it shone brightly in the sky, stars around it glittering and flicking.

"You know, you remind me so much of the moon and the sun," Atsushi turns to him and blinks for Dazai to continue. "Moon because you can change your moods so quickly, also your appearance is pretty illuminating, it's cute."

Atsushi blushes, right hand coming over to hide his face and grip at his hair.

"Haha! Look at you blushing brightly, just like the sun....You truly are beautiful." Dazai whispered the last part, hearth flipping as he comes to the realization.

"I-I'll take that as a compliment." Atsushi's voice comes out muffled.

"You shouldn't, because it wasn't one. It was the truth." Dazai nudges their shoulders together.

".....Thanks." Atsushi smiles at him; Dazai's heart aches.

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How horrible it is to have that warmth, you yearn for, in front of you but just out of reach. Dazai could speak with expertise, because he was in that exact situation.

Atsushi chats excitedly right in front of him, gesticulating with his hands and smiling cheerfully as he tells him about his day. Atsushi is still a senior in college, he comes to this bakery (he barely found) more often. He's an art major, that explains the clothes, who loves tigers, chameleons and chazuke.

His friend group consisted of a Tanizaki, Naomi, Haruno, Akutagawa and a Chuuya. He speaks of them as if they were family, it warms Dazai's heart. Atsushi is an orphan who grew up in a not so good orphanage.

"Then Tanizaki ended up painting me for his project. I was flattered, of course, but I didn't know how to react." Atsushi continues on babbling. Dazai just stares in admiration, heart beating ever so quickly with each passing second.

"Hold up Atsushi."

"Y-yes?"

"Are you a dictionary?"

"...."

"Because you're adding meaning to my life." Dazai smiles, eyes half lidded and tone like honey.

".....that's funny, I was just thinking the same thing." Atsushi grins, eyes glinting with endearment.

"Oh, you're going to be the death of me." Dazai whispered, not so lowly so Atsushi could hear.

"Didn't you just say-"

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They were walking to the bakery, side by side. Dazai picked Atsushi up as soon as he got off of class, the younger needed a cold drink and some sugar in his system. Yesterday night, they both stayed up late working on Atsushi's assignment. Mostly goofing off on FaceTime.

Atsushi still hadn't stopped thanking Dazai for his help. They would both just stay silent about it to not go further into that zone.

Atsushi trots beside him, almost bouncing on the balls of his feet. He got excited so quickly.

They were a couple blocks from the bakery, not a short distance but not a long one. Dazai questions his next actions, weighing the pros and cons of it before finally giving in to his temptation.

"Atsushi."

"Yeah?"

"I think the gaps between my fingers were meant for yours." Dazai glances at him from the corner of his eye, seeing the way a flush blooms on Atsushi's cute face.

"Uwah.... I think you're right." Atsushi bites his lip and takes Dazai's outstretched hand. Both palms tighten around each other, Dazai looks off to the side trying to hide his own blush. Atsushi fidgets with his other fingers, he glimpses a few times at Dazai, ultimately staring at the ground.

Time seemed to fly past them because when they both looked up, the front glass doors of the bakery greeted them. Dazai motions with his free hand for Atsushi to go first, at the same time Atsushi did.

They smile for a second before going in, accidentally bumping into each other before Atsushi pulls Dazai inside by their intertwined fingers. Panting from their laughter, Dazai tucks his hair behind his ear.

"Your hair bothers you a lot huh." Atsushi declares, free hand rummaging in his pocket then pulling out a Bobby pin. "Here you go~" His nimble fingers apply the pin gently into Dazai's hair, stepping back to admire his work.

"Handsome as always!" Dazai blinks, smile stretching on his face when the realization of Atsushi's words hits him. The younger smacks his hand to his mouth, eyes widening as he stutters out a response.

"You're handsome too." Dazai ruffles his white hair, walking away to the kitchen to make them refreshments.

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"You're eyes are really pretty. Did I ever tell you that?" Dazai whispers, hand caressing the side of Atsushi's pale face.

"No. Did I ever tell you the same?" Upon Dazai's head shake, Atsushi brushes the underside of his eye. "Your eyes remind me of chocolate, but also of warm whiskey and deep pools of honey when the light shines just right. They're truly beautiful, I love them." Atsushi beams.

"They're not as beautiful as you." Dazai softly says, inching even closer. He tucks Atsushi's long lock of hair. "Your lips look lonely, would they like to meet mine?"

Atsushi's blush blooms from the crevices of his cheek to the tips of his ears. So cute.

"Y-yes, absolutely."

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Ahhhh I kinda like this one (and that's saying somthing 🥲)

Sorry I've been taking so long! Hope you liked it, thank you for your patience and u reading!

Have a good day/ night (< if it's that one, please try not to stay up for too long, but u don't have to listen)  love you guys!! Comments are always appreciated too!! (I realize I don't say that often, I'm sorry!)