#help.me

Like he just walks into a coffee shop, needing ANYTHING to keep him awake and locked in, but the barista is just a bit too kind to him. Honestly, they’re just trying to get through the late shift. But it took him by suprise because they where obviously tired, didn’t have the crazy high customer service voice, and just made small talk with him. He hated it at first, just wanted to get his drink and go, but they just treated him so normal that he made it his whole side mission to be around them as much as possible. Except he’s just so awkward and horrible with feelings but the barista thinks he’s just absolutely adorable how he’s rambling and blushing 😭

Basic trope but i need it for my soul 😔

can't sleep love

Barista!Reader x Tomura

standing in front of the empty café, he found himself contemplating his decision once more. how many nights had he done this? he couldn't even remember when it all started - hours spent in his gaming marathon had dulled his mind just enough to make him forget. he knows it's way past closing time, and that walking in now would mean disrupting your schedule, or maybe even annoy you...

except - you never are.

that's exactly why he keeps coming back just minutes before the lights go off, always with an order meant to keep him up all night. not that he actually needs it, he's already kept awake by the thoughts of you.

so he walks in, fully expecting you to explode on him this time around.

when the bell above the door chimed, you greeted him with a smile. it wasn't the usual, polite smile you'd give the other customers throughout the day. he could tell it was different - the way your tired eyes softened with genuine relief, the subtle exhale you let out...it was something special. something just for him. it was as if one look at him erased all your exhaustion, like his presence alone made the day worth it.

his heart skipped a dangerous beat.

"i was starting to think you wouldn't come." and miss seeing that beautiful face of yours? no way in hell was he letting that happen.

that voice of yours - if he hadn't already downed his last energy drink fifteen minutes ago, it might've lulled him to sleep with how angelic you sound.

"ah, sorry. i just, uhh, forgot my wallet at home..couldn't um, find it, earlier..."

dammit. curse this feeling inside him - this uncontrollable flutter that made his heart race everytime he was near you. curse the way his words turned into a mess of stammers due to how nervous you make him feel. just being around you scrambled his brain, and for a second, he considering turning around and walking right back out. but of course, he didn't.

the small chuckle you let out snapped him out from his inner turmoil, only to send him spiraling into another one - oh how he wanted to hear more of that sweet, sweet sound. he looked away before you could catch the faint red on his cheeks.

"you don't have to worry about that. here - it's on the house." you hand him the to-go cup, fingers brushing against his.

"wait, seriously? you...shouldn't have done this. i'm just, i, you-"

"don't worry about it."

"no no no. fuck. wait - cmon, tell me how much you want for a tip. it's the least i can do. any number, seriously."

the bell chimed again as you exited together, with him trailing behind you. he rummaged through his pockets, trying to find his wallet - wait, did he even bring it in the first place? god, this was turning for the worst.

but then, you turned to look at him. the smile he grew to love turned into something that tugged at his heart, a grin full of mirth and playfulness. you let a moment pass before saying-

"...the only number i'm interested in is your phone number."

that night, he saw the way your eyes twinkled under the streetlights, rivaling the stars above your heads. he blinked, stunned for a second - before clearing his throat in an attempt to hide the flush creeping up his neck. again, your laughter rings out - and he has never felt so weak before.

he swallowed hard but finally met your gaze.

"...hell yeah. give me your phone, then."

just like that, the night felt a little warmer - and it wasn't from the drinks in your hands, but from the shaky breath he exhaled after typing his number into your contacts.

and how you put a little heart next to his contact name.