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"Well I do what I can." He leans an elbow against the foam machine and offers her his trademark grin. His attempt at charm faltered however, when his elbow slipped off the foam machine and he blinked at the raven-haired beauty. "Are you serious?" Hayate blinks at her as well with a look of disbelief. Genma adjusts his hair and straightens up with a cough. "I mean....sure, I guess you could tag along."

The Latte Boy AU || shiranui-genma

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骨折

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Defensively, he pulls his plate to the side out of her reach. "Ah, ah, ah. I never said it was a bad thing. It's just been a while since I've had some mothering." he jokes. 

”I might need to have you make me breakfast more often”

"I could get use to that," she chuckled, her reply a little too quick and maybe if her words were all a lie she wouldn’t have been so embarrassed. But it was a subtle confession in her romanticized tone, one that she could have waved off as just as lighthearted if her eyes weren’t so wide and her internal scolding was written all over her stiffened figure. 

She let out a brisk cough as she carried the pans to the table and placed them on mats. Increasing the distance between them, so she could breathe a little freer, it was only when she moved away from him that she noticed she felt a little nervous around him, there was a giddy twitch in her elbows, a need to impress and please… but her want to seem calm and collected didn’t appreciate her little girl crush slivering in, “Help yourself, can’t keep up those muscles without your eggs, hey?” Ayame’s laugh came out a little strained.

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Genma draws in a breath to steel his nerves and try not to snap. "I don't know, how your day's going? How's training? Insert sarcastic joke here?" He prompts, hoping to crack him, even the slightest.

The young teenager kicked a worn-down rock between his feet as he ambled down the familiar Konoha streets. Sheer boredom and the incredible annoyances his sisters proved to be were more than enough to drag him out of the house, but he had to admit, things weren’t proving anymore entertaining out here either. That was until his eyes fell on the Hatake Boy sidling up from the opposite direction. Genma stood a bit straighter and scowled. “Jesus Christ here we go…” 

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Genma sucks in his teeth and frowns. He jogs up to where the boy is standing. "It's called a greeting. People usually give them when they wanna have a conversation." He pulls the sucker from his lips and forces a smile at the boy. 

The young teenager kicked a worn-down rock between his feet as he ambled down the familiar Konoha streets. Sheer boredom and the incredible annoyances his sisters proved to be were more than enough to drag him out of the house, but he had to admit, things weren’t proving anymore entertaining out here either. That was until his eyes fell on the Hatake Boy sidling up from the opposite direction. Genma stood a bit straighter and scowled. “Jesus Christ here we go…” 

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Genma averts his gaze, expecting some scathing look or equal holier-than-thou air from the boy, but instead he passes without a word or second glance. In Academy, he hardly breathed a word unless it was to criticize form or technique. It was enough to put anyone off from getting close. That and everyone knew the stories. How the great White Fang had fallen from grace and dragged his boy down with him. Genma pauses and stares intently at the ground, his hands clenching into fists. All the time spent purposely excluding him, hating him for the fact that he'd always be better even though he was so much younger, then hating him more for the never-ending praise that Gai would give him. The boy grimaces and turns around. "Yo, Hatake!"

The young teenager kicked a worn-down rock between his feet as he ambled down the familiar Konoha streets. Sheer boredom and the incredible annoyances his sisters proved to be were more than enough to drag him out of the house, but he had to admit, things weren’t proving anymore entertaining out here either. That was until his eyes fell on the Hatake Boy sidling up from the opposite direction. Genma stood a bit straighter and scowled. “Jesus Christ here we go…” 

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He takes pride in the appreciative sigh that escapes her, but her question catches him off-guard. His smirk drops. "I'm not stalking you or anything. It's just- you're in here every Wednesday, right? And you always come in right before my break." He scratches the back of his neck and shoots a glare at the way Hayate snickers while he prepares the next customer's order. 

The Latte Boy AU || shiranui-genma

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The young teenager kicked a worn-down rock between his feet as he ambled down the familiar Konoha streets. Sheer boredom and the incredible annoyances his sisters proved to be were more than enough to drag him out of the house, but he had to admit, things weren't proving anymore entertaining out here either. That was until his eyes fell on the Hatake Boy sidling up from the opposite direction. Genma stood a bit straighter and scowled. "Jesus Christ here we go..." 

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It was just late enough that the morning rush of people desperate for a quick fix before their work day had died down, and just early enough that the lunch rush had yet to come in. The blonde was rushing to try to get the last of them out so he could head out on a break of his own. He was an artist when it came to this sort of thing, flipping whipped cream cans, and pouring caramel drizzle with an exaggerated flourish. It killed the boredom. 

An icy burst floods the shop and all he has to do is glance up at the clock to know exactly who it is. "10:55, on the dot." He murmurs with a child-like grin. The barista sets about a new order, then nudges the man at the register. "Yo, Hayate, let me take over the register for a minute." The other man coughs into his sleeve then rolls his eyes. "Right, it's your Weirdo Wednesday." He slips out of the way and Genma pats him on the back. "That's why I love ya, man." 

Genma helps the next customer and then it's her, smiling at him in that enchanting way. He grins back and the toothpick between his lips flits from one side, then the other. "Your usual." he says, pointedly, then hands the order he had already made. "Whipped cream, extra foam." 

The Latte Boy AU || shiranui-genma

It was yet another Wednesday for Fely, wake up, get out of bed, shower, get dressed, then head out the door. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Next on her daily routine was to make a quick stop at Starbucks to get herself a little morning pick-me-up. Heeled boots clicked along the ground as she made her way down the busy city street, making her way to the coffee shop near her apartment. A chilled breeze blew past, running its invisible fingers through her raven tresses as it passed, making her adjust the scarf around her neck tighter to shield her from the cold. 

She arrived in front of the shop and pulled the door open, being greeted with a burst of warm air. The brunette stepped in line and awaited her turn to order. The line wasn’t very long so her waiting time was minimal. Fely stepped up to the cash register and smiled at the familiar face of the male barista who somehow was always the one to take her order and make her drink. A warm smile settled on her lips as she glanced down at his name tag like she had done many times before. Genma, hm… Her gaze shifted back up to his honey colored eyes and her smile widened a bit. “I’ll have a tall caramel latte, please.”

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”I might need to have you make me breakfast more often”

"I could get use to that," she chuckled, her reply a little too quick and maybe if her words were all a lie she wouldn’t have been so embarrassed. But it was a subtle confession in her romanticized tone, one that she could have waved off as just as lighthearted if her eyes weren’t so wide and her internal scolding was written all over her stiffened figure. 

She let out a brisk cough as she carried the pans to the table and placed them on mats. Increasing the distance between them, so she could breathe a little freer, it was only when she moved away from him that she noticed she felt a little nervous around him, there was a giddy twitch in her elbows, a need to impress and please… but her want to seem calm and collected didn’t appreciate her little girl crush slivering in, “Help yourself, can’t keep up those muscles without your eggs, hey?” Ayame’s laugh came out a little strained.

Genma's eyebrow quirks at the softness of her tone and he eyes her with unbridled amusement. She was cute, the way she could go from dutiful hostess to nervous teenager to innocently charming all in the space of a few minutes. At her question, he grins. "Taking care of me now, Ayame-chan?" He pulls her chair out, waits until she sits before sliding into the seat across from her. Eagerly, he begins piling up his plate, his stomach suddenly twisting at the prospect of such delicious food. 

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I wake up wanting you. I fall asleep wanting you. I watch a magnificent sunrise and can think only of sharing it with you. I glimpse a piece of amber and see your eyes… I’ve caught a disease, and the fever abates only when I’m near you.

Karen Marie Moning, To Tame A Highland Warrior (via urbankoi)

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Raise your hand if your OTP has literally made you cry, like real tears, not like you just said it on Tumblr but actually cried tears of real unexplainable to your family tears.

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He grins and pulls away, casting an amused and interested gaze down at her. "I rather like that idea. But you're playing with a pro, doll." He takes a step back and shoves his hands into his pockets, a boyish smirk on his lips. "I'l give you a headstart and let you make the first move." 

"Bite me."

"Where?" An eyebrow raised and left eye twitching at the request.

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A plume of smoke leaves his lips as he chuckles at her. The jounin raises a brow as she plops down beside him. He winces and curls his lips into an exaggerated pout. "More like why do I put up with your abuse?"

It’s too damn cold for this. Genma buries his nose into his scarf as he tries desperately to reach for the string of lights just beyond his fingertips. Almost…almost…and the whole roll comes unclipped from the rooftop onto the ground. “Damn it!” He climbs the rest of the way up the ladder and settles himself down on a flatter part of the roof. Grumbling, he pulls out a cigarette and picks a piece of snow of his jacket. 

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A mischievous smirk twists his lips as he hears her stumble."I like to think o it as confidence, not egotism." He continues kissing a trail down her neck and pauses over her partially exposed collarbone to turn honey eyes on her. "Oh? Do tell~"

"Bite me."

"Where?" An eyebrow raised and left eye twitching at the request.