#hq suga x reader
Pairing: Sugawara Koushi x reader
Genre: Fluff, Tea Shop AU
Warnings:none
Word Count: 1.0k
Summary: Can a chance encounter turn into something more?
A/N: tea shop au for my wifey mwah
Hakiyuu Masterlist//Love Song Event Masterlist
You regarded yourself as a tea connoisseur. It was your life blood. So when a new, small tea shop opened up downtown, of course you were the first person there.
It was beautiful. It had a vintage vibe, wooden base and metal accents. The best part was that it had a small seating area with free boiling water to enjoy the tea you just purchased from the store. It was perfect.
And it also had him.
He wasn’t there on opening day, but when you visited a week later to refill your stock, he was.
He was standing behind the counter talking to another coworker. He threw his head back and laughed, one hand going up to his eye. He was… perfect. He radiated a warmth that you just couldn’t resist. From the mole on his face to his silver hair he was just absolutely breathtaking. There was something about him that felt familiar, like you had seen him before, but you just couldn’t place it.
You weren’t sure what was better looking, him or a freshly brewed cup of chai.
“Do you need something?” He asked, turning to you. You felt your cheeks heat up. Hopefully he didn’t notice you staring.
“Uh, yeah, um Chamomile?”
You were screwed.
You’re the cutest thing I’ve seen / I think we’ve hung out in my dreams
“Why don’t you study with us anymore? College is hard and I need our Y/n!” One of your friends whined. You rolled your eyes.
“I offered to study with you but-”
“The only place you want to study is that tea shop, and it’s all the way downtown. Do you know how far that is by bus? Not everyone has their own car,” your other friend huffed.
“Y/n only wants to study there because of the tea boy.”
“Oh shut up,” you growled, but couldn’t fight the heat rising to your cheeks.
“It’s true. Maybe you’re trying to show off that you’re an intellectual to him,” you friend giggled.
“I do not go there that often,” you roll your eyes.
“Four times a week is that often.”
You purse your lips.
Was it that much?
At least ten times since we first met / I don’t know your name yet
“Why don’t you talk to him?” A voice startles you out of your thoughts. You look up to see one of the workers standing at your table.
“I, uh, what do you- I mean, who?” You stammer, completely off guard. Did she notice you staring at him again?
“Him of course,” she gestured to the boy.
“I, why?”
“Cause you like him,” she smiled knowingly.
“I do not!” You huffed. “I don’t even know his name.”
The worker rolled her eyes.
“It’s on his apron. Maybe you’d notice if you weren’t so busy looking at his face,” she said lightly, smiling.
You looked back at him.
Huh. It was on his apron.
Strawberries, they can’t compare / To how sweet you look just standing there
He was currently standing with his back to you, shelving some merchandise. You could still see the flex of his muscles through his tight tee-shirt and he reached up, and down, and up, and-
No stop. You were here for a purpose.
You mustered up all the courage you could and cleared your throat.
He turned around and sent you that blinding smile. That beautiful thing should come with a warning, you thought.
“Do you need something?”
“Yeah your number,” is something you could have said, if you were feeling lucky. You could have said a lot of things, to be honest. Like, hey, wanna hang out sometime? Or when do you get off work? Or so many other things. Nothing would have been better than what you actually said.
“Uh, yeah, um Chamomile?”
You were screwed.
Back to me and looking down / Why won’t you turn around?
“Is that a dirty chai?” An excited voice startled you from your work. You looked up to see him- no Sugawara- standing over you with an excited look. “I love the mug, where did you get it from?”
“Uh… my house?”
Sugawara’s eyes widened. “Did you make that yourself?”
“Yeah, at home.”
“Wow, so cool. I always wanted to learn how to make those kinds of fancy drinks but I never got around to it.”
“It’s not that fancy,” you laughed.
“It is for me,” he answered solemnly. It then looked like he realized something and perked up. “I am so sorry, I am interrupting your studying, aren’t I?”
“No, no it’s okay,” you smile and push away your work. “I needed a break anyways.”
“I’m on break in ten, wanna talk then?” He smiled so hopefully. You looked into his eyes, and for a second, lost what you were thinking about.
“I’d love to.”
‘Cause you eyes are not blue / They’re the best part about you
Koushi’s eyes were gorgeous. They were a beautiful hazel that you had never seen before. They were a mix of chestnut and golden and green and everything beautiful in the world. You could stare at them for hours.
It wasn’t just the color, though. They always held this brightness, this warmth that pulled you in. They were magnets. They were so kind and soft.
You wished you could paint the world the color of his eyes.
They’re ink inside my pen / I wanna see them again, again
It had become routine for Koushi (he insisted you call him by his first name) to spend his breaks at a table with you. You even started bringing him a thermos of one of your teas to enjoy while you talked.
Though, despite how much he talked, you usually didn’t hear a word.
When you speak I don’t hear words come out / 'Cause I’m busy looking at your mouth
You’d like to say you were thinking, but you really weren’t. You were mesmerized by the animation of Koushi’s story, absorbing none of it but enjoying it nonetheless. If you had been thinking, you probably would have blurted out the question you did.
“Can I kiss you?”
Must be soft and nice to kiss / If I asked you would you lend it?
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