For fluff how about #6 for the first pairing that comes to your mind? Love you and hope you're doing well 💖
#6. Compliments won’t pay my drinks
I wrote Oishi x Akane future fic LOL wow this drabble got so needlessly long.
It was rare for Shuichirou to venture into a bar. As a student in his final year of med school, he was accustomed to staying up late, but only to study notes and charts. He hardly went to social events, and never drank alcohol aside from the occasional beer. So stepping into a bar past midnight was unheard of, at least for him.
But tonight, he really could use something stronger. The last few clinical rotations had taken their toll on him… and well, his personal life hadn’t been going so great. He’d been so focused on school that his girlfriend finally decided that she’d had enough, and dumped him.
He’d dated the same girl throughout med school, though looking back, it was never a good fit. She seemed content to coast through school with mediocre grades, get matched with a third-tier residency program, and have an unremarkable life. It was a far cry from his first girlfriend, a girl with fiery red hair and an equally fiery ambition, perhaps too much so. They dated on and off throughout college, before her career led her down a path away from him.
Shuichirou shook his head a couple times, making his way over to the only bar within walking distance of his school. Either way, he was alone and stressed, and alcohol ought to help with that.
He plopped down onto a barstool and waved a hand over at the bartender. The girl a couple seats down gave him a smile, and he tried not to blush. She was really pretty, he noted, with her radiant ginger hair, not unlike his first girlfriend, funny how he’d been thinking about her a lot—
Wait a minute.
He did a double-take. “A-akane?” he blurted out, jaw dropping. “You’re here?”
“Hey, Oishi.” She smiled again, lifting her glass at him. “Fancy seeing you here.”
“Y-you’re in Tokyo?”
She swiveled to face him, crossing her legs. “Just for the summer. Got an internship to complete before I take the bar exam next year.” She tilted her head back, downing the rest of her drink in one gulp, and Shuchirou couldn’t help but admire the line of her throat.
He cleared his own, blushing slightly. “You look great,” he said.
Her lip curved upwards, eyes sparkling. “Compliments aren’t going to pay for my drinks, but thanks.”
He blinked, taken aback, before chuckling. He’d almost forgotten how flirty she could be. Moving to the seat next to her, he flagged down the bartender, “One more for the lady… and I’ll have what she’s having.” The bartender set two glasses in front of them, giving both a generous pour.
He took a sip of the amber liquid and nearly spat it out. “Really?” he said, as she giggled at him. “You enjoy this?”
She hummed as she took another sip. “Well, now that I’m about to be a real lawyer, I figure I should get used to Scotch.”
They spent the next few hours catching up, talking animatedly about their lives. Before he knew it, the bartender was closing up and ushering them outside the bar.
“I should probably hop on the late-night bus,” she said, checking the schedule on her phone. She looked up at him, her turquoise eyes aglow in the light from her cell phone screen. “It was really good to see you,” she said, the ghost of an invitation in her voice.
Maybe it was the alcohol buzzing in his veins, but he felt emboldened to take her hand, lacing his fingers within hers, making her gasp softly in surprise.
He’d never been good at making the first move, but when she leaned against him, her body soft and pliant, he moved one hand down to her hip, pulling her to face him.
“I missed you,” he murmured, gently pressing his lips against hers, tasting the scotch on her breath. “I still think about you.”
“Then we’re even,” she responded, locking her hands behind his neck. “I’m staying on the other side of town. I’ve been coming to this bar for the last two weeks hoping you’d show up.”
His heart hammered against his chest. “You could’ve called.”
She shrugged. “I didn’t know if you wanted to see me. I figured I’d just give you an opportunity… if you wanted one.” She raised her eyes to his.
“I do,” he breathed.
“Yeah?” She grinned, leaning even closer so that their bodies were flush together.
“Yeah. It’s always been you,” he said softly, and dipped his head down to kiss her again.
She ended up missing the bus home, on purpose.
