kamijirou, flower shop au? or soulmates :3
He took this job because he needed to feed his video game habit.
He was allergic to probably half of the shop, he hated how hot it got, and his boss was the meanest old lady he’d ever had to deal with. Kirishima had, on numerous occasions attempted to convince him to quit. However, as much as the job sort of sucked, there was at least one thing that would brighten his day.
Like clockwork, everyday at around four in the afternoon, a girl would come and sit by the shopping center fountain and play her guitar and sing. She would leave her case open for tips, and Kaminari had started taking his breaks around that time to toss in a few bills. At first he had only started to do it because she was cute, but the more he listened to her music, the more he really wanted to get to know her. She sang completely original stuff, really deep lyrics and melodies that were catchy, but not mainstream. He wondered briefly if she recorded, but from the look of her clothes and the small bag that she always had on her, he was pretty sure she was living in a shelter.
It had been overcast all day, meaning that business was slow. Kaminari had been outside at the storefront shelves trying to make a few repairs when he heard her. He looked over his shoulder and sure enough there she was. Taking a quick look at the shopping center clock, he noticed that she was a bit early. Not that he was really complaining. Today was his early shift, so he thought that he wasn’t even going to be able to hear her play. He fixed up the shelves humming along to her and finished up his shift in a relatively good mood. After clocking out and dodging a whack from his bosses cane over a snarky comment he made, he stepped out of the shop only to notice it started to downpour.
His eyes found the girl instantly, and he rushed over to quickly help her gather her stuff while she tried to get her guitar back into its case before it was ruined.
“Hey, thanks,” she said, shouting a bit to be heard over the rain.
“No problem! I really like your music,” Kaminari tried to say, but a crack of thunder cut him off.
“What?” She asked, hair sticking to her forehead and trying to lean closer to hear him.
“I said I really like your music!” he yelled, seeing her nod and smile.
“Thanks,” another crack of thunder and a bright flash of lightning startled them both.
“My place isn’t far, wanna wait it out there?!” he offered, trying not to sound like a creep. She hesitated for a moment before looking at her guitar case. She nodded and Kaminari reached forward, grabbing the case from her and her hand before bolting down the street towards his apartment.
Three minutes later they were standing in his doorway drenched and slightly out of breath. He was glad that he had cleaned up the place the other day.
“You can air dry your case and guitar in the living room. I’ll grab you some towels,” Kaminari said quickly, moving towards the hall closet. He watched her from the corner of his eye seeing her look around his apartment and … laugh?
“What’s so funny?” he asked, honestly curious.
“You’re sense of decorating is a bit … loud,” she chuckled, snorting a bit. He could tell she was making fun of him, but she was laughing and trying really hard to hide it behind her hand.
“I’m very unique,” he said, coming over to hand her a few towels to dry off the instrument.
“That’s a word for it,” she responded. Kaminari blinked, smirking a bit.
“You’ve got a quick wit on you, huh?” he helped her wipe down the case as she tended to the guitar.
“I’m surprised you can keep up,” she smiled. “Thanks, by the way, for offering to let me dry off here.”
“No problem. I’m honestly surprised you agreed. I could be a creep for all you know,” Kaminari shrugged. He didn’t want to scare her off, but he was also worried about the types of situation she could wind up in.
“You’ve got too dumb of a face to be a creep, no offense,” she said bluntly, but she was smirking while she worked.
“How am I not supposed to be offended by that?” he laughed, not really minding.
“Good point,” she smiled to him, and Kaminari had to take a moment to remember how to breathe.
“I can give you some clothes to borrow. You’ll get sick,” he said suddenly. He could see another quick response coming, but for some reason she kept it to herself.
“Thanks, that’s really nice of you,” she said. He showed her the bathroom and told her she was more than welcome to take a shower if she wanted and he’d wash her clothes for her. He handed her some of his own clothes to borrow and put a load in the machine while she rinsed off. He changed clothes in his room and tried to think of how this was going to go. The weather report said that it was only going to get worse as the night went on.
“So, this is a pretty nice place for a guy that works part time at a flower shop,” she said from behind him, making him jump. He turned, trying his best not to blush. She had noticed him, and her standing in his hallway in his clothes was an image he was going to keep forever.
“I work with my old man as an electrician, the flower shop is just to get some extra cash,” he said casually.
“Huh, and here I thought you needed to be smart in order to be an electrician,” she was teasing him again.
“I’m not as dumb as I look,” he shot back, smile in place.
“I suppose you could get by with an average I.Q,” she tried to make the dig stick, but a yawn startled her. “Sorry,” she apologized suddenly, wilting in on herself like she had done something offensive.
“If you’re tired you can stay here the night. The storm isn’t going to let up any time soon,” Kaminari offered. He wouldn’t force her to stay, but he wanted her to know it was an option. “It’s completely up to you.”
