I was super happy that you made a chapter mainly through Yuki's perspective in Black Coffee in Bed! But it does make me wonder how she felt at times throughout the chapters like when she came back and carried the bag of coffee beans for him then went to the back? Or when Megumi interrupted them after she dropped him off after their first date? Moments like that I really loved well I loved all of it! I just also like thinking about it from Yuki's eyes and of course thank you so much for all of your work I love it so much💛
Somewhere somewhere there is a WIP in my folder of a YUKI POV chapter of her first time seeing Choso and just exactly she fell so head over heels — maybe one day it'll see the light.
BUT for now, dear anon, for you:
The coffee bean scene — Three days away from Choso was proving to be too much. Call her a simp the way she physically felt a gnawing in her chest cavity when the morning barista near her hotel greeted her with a smile. So of course when Yuki's captain gave her the okay to head out a few hours earlier than initially anticipated she wasted no time, hoping on her bike and traveling the long hours home.
Or rather, to a quaint little coffee shop in the quieter neighborhood of what had slowly become her city.
Crazy what falling for someone will do to you.
She did not stop home — she barely stopped at traffic lights — aware of how late it was. Hoping beyond hope that Choso were still at the cafe, as if something divine told him to wait for her.
She was not one to pray, but something must have heard her because as she parks her bike and walks towards the glass door of the cafe, there he is. Adorable, frowning (adorably), and walking around in that tight t-shirt of his that causes her molars to grind against each other.
As if pulled by a string, she's inside and striding to him, his name rolling around the edges of her tongue. A smile, splitting her cheeks. And hunger, oh god the hunger, as she watches her sweet omega lift a clearly heavy bag if his grunt and pauses were any indication.
And what kind of alpha would she be if she let her omega suffer? She wastes no time grabbing onto the bag (ensuring that her hands brush his; so hungry to feel him; to tell that he is real after days without).
“Let me help you with that, Sweetheart.”
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Megumi's interruption — Yuki was a patient woman. Not one to rush things. A firm believer that good things come to those who wait.
Of course, that didn't mean that the sweet citrus smell of Choso shy pheromones, and his frequent glances at her from the side of his eye, weren't beyond tempting.
Yuki was a patient woman who did not want to rush the gem of a man she had found, because he seemed oh so skittish, and yet.
With every glance at her lips he pretended not to give, every frown that softened into a near smirk, every click of his tongue — how could she not try and end an already perfect date with a perfect kiss?
She moved in closer, knuckles coming up to brush against his lower back, nearly growling in her throat at the way he leaned into her touch. “So, if I come for a coffee on Monday, You won’t hide from me?”
“No,” he smiled — oh god did he smile.
“Promise?” She asked, raising his hands to her lips, needing to touch him. To feel his pulse flutter against her own warm skin.
Tasting him would be her ruin, this she was sure of.
He too seemed dazed by her presence, eyes falling to half mast as eyes darted between her own and her lips. And so, Yuki decided to ruin them both and go for it.
And maybe the universe is against her, because she got no more than a brush before a young boy was dashing past them, drawing her lovely omega's attention.
Away from her. And away from the half chub she was currently sporting, suffocated by her tight jeans.
Something in her chest bubbled with annoyance, especially as sweet aroused pheromones started to dissipate, stolen by the night air, but that was before Choso looked at her. Eyes turning from annoyed, to awkward to heated, and she remembered just what intoxicated her about this man.
He was like an explosion of flavor, and she knew the minute she got a taste, she'd be addicted. And she would soon, just not tonight.
"Bye Choso," she purred, and knew, by his dilated pupils and spike in scent, that he heard the promise.
