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Super old request from anon: Hello! If you're still accepting requests could you write one with tadashi x reader where they meet at the lucky cat cafe and when his friends find out they try and get him to ask her out? I just thought it would be cute. Thanks so much! :)

It’s most likely been way over a year since this request was sent, so sorry for disappearing for like all of 2015! The anon who sent this probably will never see this post, but I decided to attempt to do their request anyways. If it’s super shitty and makes no sense, it’s probably because I wrote this in the wee hours of the morning and I don’t proofread lmao. I hope you enjoy this though and it isn’t too much of a shitshow!

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You’ve spent the majority of your life getting up early for school, so you assumed that you could survive the same schedule at university. What a silly freshman you were. Trying to be awake and functional before 8AM was entirely impossible for someone running on around four hours of sleep. You needed caffeine immediately. Stumbling into the nearest café, you approach the counter. Instead of the cheerful brunette woman that normally takes your order, you find someone slumped over the counter. You debate over waking them up – they looked so peaceful – but this person was in between you and the caffeine you needed so desperately to get through your lecture from hell. You clear your throat, and get no response. Finally, you gently touch the shoulder of the person before you can question if that was too invasive. Before you could jerk your hand back, the very cute young man working the counter bolts upright and a small yelp of surprise slipping from his lips. You can’t help but laugh softly at the strange sound. The man smiles sheepishly and rubs the back of his neck, murmuring an apology to you. You smile back, which probably looks more like a grimace in your exhausted state, dropping the hand you realized was still on his shoulder. After placing your usual order and paying, you lean against the counter, taking a moment to check out observe the man preparing your drink. He was tall and thin, with broad shoulders and a face that was definitely easy on the eyes. His hair was slightly ruffled and he looked absolutely exhausted, dark circles under his eyes matching yours. “So, rough night, huh?” You blurt out after the man had caught you staring at him for the third time. “Do I really look that bad?” He asks, a smile playing on his lips. You stutter incoherently, telling him that no you look fine and vaguely register the word cute leaving your mouth, so you decide to shut up before embarrassing yourself further. He laughs at your awkwardness, but gives you an actual explanation. “I have a massive exam happening in,” he checks his watch, “two hours and I may or may not have pulled an all-nighter.” “And you have to work?” you exclaim, eyes widening. And you thought you were suffering. He laughs once again, and you have to stop yourself from swooning at the melodious tune. What is this, a teen fiction novel? Get it together. “I haven’t had a decent night’s sleep since I started university three years ago, so I don’t even remember what being well-rested feels like anymore. I like to think I’ve adjusted quite well to constant sleep deprivation. Except for, you know, falling asleep on the job occasionally.” You laugh again and he hands you the latte he finished during your conversation. Thanking him, you check the time on your phone, mutter an oh shit, and bolt out the door of the café. The man’s eyes follow your rushed movements and you wave at him through the window before hauling ass to campus. You’d much rather spend your morning trying and failing to flirt with the cute barista than in a stuffy lecture hall, but your professor’s strict attendance policy crushes that dream.

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You don’t return to the café during the next week and Tadashi’s pretty sure he’s going to lose his damn mind. He knows it’s silly to be so taken by someone he’d only met once, but there was something about you that was absolutely captivating. Maybe it was you voice, soft and gentle due to the early morning hour. Maybe it was your laugh, a melodious sound that Tadashi would love to hear on a daily basis. Or maybe it was how absolutely breathtaking you were, standing in front of him at hell o’clock still looking like an enchanting albeit exhausted goddess. Regardless of what it was, you had gotten under Tadashi’s skin and he couldn’t help but glance up excitedly every time the bell above the door chimed. However, instead of the girl he so desperately wanted the patron to be, the visitors were just his friends. Tadashi let out a groan, dropping his head to the counter with a soft thump. “Is this a bad time?” Wasabi asks as the four settle at the table nearest to the counter. Tadashi lifts his head up to shake it and then lets it drop back down. Sure, he’s being a little dramatic, but he felt like he was going to go crazy due to frustration. “Oh, it’s just some girl he can’t get over,” the younger Hamada replies, walking down the stairs into the café. “He’s been pouty for like a week, waiting for her to come back.” Hiro rolls his eyes as he sits down with his friends. Honey Lemon squeals upon hearing the news. Tadashi hadn’t been on a proper date in ages – not for lack of trying on her part. She’d been trying to set him up with multiple people for years, but Tadashi wouldn’t budge from his “no blind date” policy. She just wanted to see her best friend happy and, of course, in love. Tadashi hadn’t had a single crush in the entire time that Honey Lemon had known him, so she needed to know every single detail. As soon as Tadashi had finished recounting the tale of the mystery girl to his friends, he made the executive decision to close up shop a little early. There wasn’t anyone left in the café besides his companions and the street was completely deserted. Tadashi began his standard cleaning procedure, starting with the espresso machine. After that, he wiped down the counter and began to clean the glass display case for the pastries they sold. Just as he began to scrub at a particularly stubborn fingerprint, he heard the tinkle of the bell above the entrance. Tadashi mentally cursed himself, standing up and turning around to talk to the patron. “I’m sorry, we’re clos-” he starts but halts his sentence when he realizes who had just entered the café. Of course it was you, wearing a cute little black dress and a fluffy, oversized cardigan and looking absolutely gorgeous. You get the gist of what he’s saying though and a slight crease forms between your eyebrows. “Oh no, I didn’t realize that you guys were closed! I thought that this place stayed open until five, but that’s, um, completely fine! I saw people in here and figured you were still open but, I’ll, uh, I’ll just come back tomorrow or something,” You trail off, turning around to make a swift exit as to avoid further awkwardness. “No!” Tadashi nearly shouts and his friend group winces at how desperate he sounded. Hiro smirks – so this must be the girl, huh? Tadashi makes a face and continues, “We’re not closed yet. I just barely started cleaning up, but I can get you whatever you like.” You smile and approach the young man. “Same thing as before?” He asks. You nod, surprised, as he slips behind the counter and grabs a steaming pitcher to begin your drink. “Didn’t you already clean the – oof!” Hiro is silenced by a sharp jab to his foot by the heel of Honey’s stiletto. Your head turns to follow the outburst and you’re met with five smiling faces. Blushing, you return your gaze to the man in front of you. He rolls his eyes at the lack of subtlety his friends possess. “Don’t mind them, they’re just nosy. I’m Tadashi, by the way.” He smiles at you over the top of the espresso machine. “I’m Hiro!” The youngest in the group shouts, and with another oof, he’s silenced once more. You laugh at his antics. He looks quite a bit like Tadashi so you assume he’s taking on the standard role of the annoying younger brother. “I’m (Y/N). Uh, sorry for running out of here the other day, by the way. I had an 8 o’clock lecture and my professor would have kicked my ass if I was late.” “I totally get it. So are you going to SFIT then? What’s your major?” “I am, but I’m actually an undeclared. Figured I’d get my general ed requirements done and then narrow it down eventually. What’s your major? And, hey, how’d that exam go?” The conversation flowed freely between you and Tadashi, your coffee sitting forgotten on the counter. You even turn to talk to the group at the table and try to remember their names but you’ve never been particularly good at that. Eventually, though, your phone buzzes with a text. It’s your roommate, frantically asking if you were planning on coming to her art showcase any time soon. You had completely forgotten your promise and you sighed, grabbing your slightly chilled drink, and saying a disappointed goodbye to Tadashi. You wave at his friends as you walk out of the café, pulling your cardigan closer to yourself in the chilly San Fransokyo air. Tadashi ignores the curious looks of his friends and begins to wipe down the espresso machine for the second time that evening. “I like her,” Honey Lemon starts, and the rest of the group nods in agreement. “She’s cute and sweet and totally in to you.” Tadashi sputters at his friend, not believing that a girl like you would actually show any interest in him. “Woman up and ask her out,” GoGo agrees, blowing and popping her gum.

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You’re back at the café the next morning, wearing yet another cute dress and cardigan combination. Your outfit choice totally had nothing to do with the cute barista. Not at all. Unfortunately for you, Tadashi is nowhere in sight. Instead, Hiro and the brunette woman are working the counter. Hiro lights up when he sees you walk in and calls into the kitchen for Tadashi. Tadashi, wearing a black apron and absolutely covered in flour, grumbles and walks out of the back room. You can’t help but laugh at the pink hearts on his apron, with Kiss the Cook written in elegant cursive underneath them. His cheeks dust with pink and Hiro smirks. You walk up to the counter, ordering your usual and the brunette woman begins to prepare it for you. You get out your wallet to pay, mentioning that he had forgotten to charge you as well the day before. Tadashi, however, refuses your money. “It’s on the house. Pretty girls don’t have to pay here,” he states and you can’t help but blush at his not-so-subtle compliment. “So, do you give this discount to a lot of girls then?” You question. “No, it’s a pretty new policy. It only got instated,” he pretends to check an invisible watch, “yesterday, actually.” “That’ll come in handy. I do feel kind of bad though, I feel like I’m abusing the system already. Is there an alternative method of payment I could use?” You trail off suggestively. “Well, now that you mention it, there is this new Italian restaurant I’ve been dying to try out. You could let me take you there, if you want.” He rubs the back of his neck nervously after making his proposal and wonders if he was picking up the wrong signal from you. You nod and flush slightly and Tadashi is sure he made the right decision. “Yeah, I’d like that a lot.” He positively beams at your answer and you exchange cell phone numbers. Your coffee is finally completed and you hesitate before leaning across the counter and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. His adorable surprised face made the impulse completely worth it, and you begin to walk away. “What was that for?” he calls out behind you. “Just obeying what the apron said. Call me!” And you were gone.

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