ivantill barista oneshot/short lil story ★
its a barista au btw !
the little bell on top of the door chimed as till enters the coffee shop, "ah, till you're here today" ivan exclaims with a smile, his fang just visible. "yea yea, whatever" till says trying to bite down a smile. "what time is it?" the teal haired boy asks, tying his the back of his apron strings into a knot. "around 1pm, why?" ivan inquiries, till nods and starts working on starting up the coffee machine and let's out a deep sigh "no reason, just tired and wondering when I can get out of this hell of a workplace". "awh till don't say thattt" ivan drags resting his head on tills shoulder for a split second because of course he would, till shoves him off " ugh! get off me" he scowls, no real bite to it though. ivan sulks "awhhh you never let me touch you, not even holding hands.." he pouts, till mumbles in frustration before saying "yea cus thats gay!" he sighs in annoyance pinching his temple, till prays that ivan doesn't see the light blush of pink across his face, trying to ignore the fact that he's currently questioning his sexuality. ivan sulks again and starts working on orders reluctantly.
