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Heyo! Guess who got recommended one the of cutest and funniest animes ever? This girl! The amazing @intheticklecloset convinced me to watch Play It Cool Guys and UGH!!! I love it! It's so CUTE! Today I bring you Hayate and Souma, tomorrow, who knows! These boys are just precious! I hope you like it! :D

Summary: Hayate finds himself in an awkward situation. He had forgotten his coworker's name!

Hayate was in quite the pickle.

What…is his name?

He had been working at Mawarimichi’s for a month now- bumping elbows with the redhead both metaphorically and physically. He was the cheery type-, kind, always laughing without a hint of malice- the kind of person Hayate found comforting.

But he doesn’t know his name!

“Haya-chan? Could you take this to that customer over there?” Asami asked with a smile, passing him the tray of food. Damn, he could have checked with her!. “Sou-chan, I have that coffee ready.”

Sou-chan! A hint! Sou….what? Hayate racked his brain, but nothing came to mind.

“Haya-chan?” Asami looked concerned. Wait..what did she ask him again?

“I got it! It’s for the same table.” This “Sou-chan” smiled kindly as he took the tray, leaving Hayate flustered by the counter. “Next one’s on you, ‘k?” He turned away as he began to laugh.

“Uh..sorry, Asami-san.” Embarrassed, he bowed as Asami waved it off.

“Don’t worry about it. You seem out of it today- why don’t you go sit for a few minutes? Have some water.” She handed him a glass, gently directing him towards the backroom. “We’ve got this.”

“Th-Thank you. Sorry again.” Another lost chance! He shuffled away in shame with his water as he peeked over his shoulder, watching the redhead effortlessly serve his tables.

“...Souma!” Finally! He remembered! He felt a sense of relief come over him.

Then a deep sense of mortification when he realized everyone was staring at him. Flushing bright red, he smiled awkwardly before diving into the back room.

it healed me, I love this show so much T_T

For my first! Could I please get 🧊 (Cooling Off) with Souma and Shun of Play It Cool Guys? (See what I did there? Hehehe) you can decide the Lee and Ler 💖

I’ll be back to bug you more soon, my friend! 💖🫂🥰 Happy Lemonades!

🍋 Lemonade Special Order 🍋

I certainly hope you do use all 4! I used all 5 of mine for your event after all! I'm glad you got into PICG - I KNEW you'd love Souma! I made him the lee here, just for you, friend! 💖

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Souma sighed in relief as he plopped down underneath the tree. Shun was on his right, joining him a moment later. “This is much better than being out in that sun.”

“Hmm.” Shun sloshed his iced lemonade around absentmindedly. “Surprised you don’t burn more easily. Aren’t redheads more prone to that kind of thing?”

“I don’t know.” Souma shrugged, twirling his still wrapped straw as he settled himself further. “But if you just wear sunscreen it’s not so bad.”

They were silent for a moment as they each unwrapped their straws. Shun jabbed his into his lemonade and took a deep sip, sighing at the cool relief it brought. Souma, on the other hand, went to poke his straw through his own lid and missed spectacularly. It bounced off the top and ricocheted his hand back up into his own face, clocking him just beneath his left eye.

“Oww!” Souma groaned, then snickered under his breath. “That was embarrassing.”

Shun took another sip, watching him idly. “What’s there to be embarrassed about? You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

Souma giggled again. “Yeah, sure, we’ll go with that.” This time he completed his task successfully and took his own drink. “Mmm, good stuff!”

“You laugh at yourself a lot,” Shun observed suddenly, making the redhead glance at him in surprise. “Is there a reason for that?”

“I have to. Life would be pretty depressing otherwise.”

“Are you sure you’re not trying to, like, make up for something?”

Souma blinked, genuinely lost. “Make up for what?”

Shun shrugged. “I mean, are you ticklish? Maybe you laugh so much to make up for people not being able to tickle you.”

“I—” Before Souma could reply, Shun reached over and squeezed his upper ribs, making him arch to the side and burst into giggles. “Hehehehehehey!”

“Ooh, you are ticklish!” Shun set his cup aside and went full force, digging his fingers into his friend’s ribs and sides, gradually driving him back so he was practically lying on the ground.

“Ehehehehehehehe! Shun, wahahahahahahait! My lehehehehemonade!”

Shun grinned. “Just put it down. You clearly have enough control to not flail like an octopus right now.”

Then three things happened in quick succession. First, Shun scribbled one hand around to Souma’s belly. Second, Souma squealed and twisted to the side in an attempt to escape. And third, his foot shot out behind him, making contact with something that sounded suspiciously like an iced drink.

Shun stopped his attack and glanced over his shoulder to see his lemonade effectively spilled and soaking into the ground.

“Sohohohohorry,” Souma wheezed, somehow still holding his own cup aloft. “I’ll buy you another one.”

“No, I’m the one who made you knock it over. It’s fine.” Shun sat back, reaching to gather up his trash, taking note of his friend’s unspilled beverage. “You know, sometimes you can be pretty cool when you’re not trying to be.”

Souma sat back up, still grinning as his friend got to his feet and walked back toward the stand to buy another lemonade. He went to take a sip of his own, not realizing he was holding it by the lid until the drink had been spilled into his lap, ice cubes finding bare patches of skin where his shirt had ridden up during the impromptu tickle attack.

The redhead blinked, then giggled to himself again.