writerinparadox

[writerinparadox]

I'm horrible at maintaining continuity when writing, but ngl, it came to mind while I was reviewing the au, and here we are. Hehehe.

◇ Characters: Dazai Osamu!

— Coffee!MaleReader x BSD

◆ "Weird stranger."

Time was flying fast, wasn't it? Deliberately thinking about the way that boy simply answered you when you handed him his coffee, it would certainly have been your most curious experience of the week, but of course, a simple person in a world with people with skills. Nothing was surprising.

You sighed as you waited for your companion to pass you another order, but puzzling over the way nothing was still coming to you even though it had been a few minutes, you approached your companion on duty only to notice a certain chestnut, being kind of gallant with her.

— So, 'donna, would you agree to choke me with those beautiful hands of yours? —

Noticing your companion's confused face, you figured you'd do the normal thing before she scared the other customers away by hogging time in line. Carefully, you walked out to the cleaning room and grabbed an empty bottle of the kind they used to dispose of cleaning fluids more easily.

Making sure it was clean and avoiding being dangerous, you went back to your partner, who, surprise, surprise, was still trying to wait for the boy to say his order.

You interrupted before the brown man began to speak, noticing how his eyes went through you, your coworker, and you once again until he looked at the water spray you had in your hand.

—No, excuse me, I found myself completely cajoled by your beautiful co-worker that I forgot.—

-Please order your order quickly to prevent you from continuing to hog time in line.- You explained, as you watched him nod to hear you, name one of the coffee on the menu carefully before he passed you the note with the order, you passed the spray with water to your co-worker on duty.

The silent laugh of your companion to the set of a nod was enough to know that she understood what you were trying to point out to her, thus exchanging the note with the order of the chestnut with the water sprayer.

You worked with precision, noticing that he had already started to attend to another customer. Already more comfortable, you moved confidently while making the coffee, making sure to do what they asked for. You finished it in record time. But when you finished, you noticed how the brown guy was looking at you all the time while you were working, making you slightly nervous.

—Dazai Osamu?—

—Here.—

You watched his expression, and, as a smile covered his face, you carefully passed him the coffee he asked for.

—If it's not too much trouble, can I know the name of my handsome boy at the coffee shop?—

You heard him speak automatically after stating who he was, but you frowned slightly when you felt how he mistakenly touched your hand. You should definitely ask for more pay for having to deal with all kinds of weird people.

—No, have a nice day, bye.— Assuming from his reaction, the response you gave him was not one I expected, but he still smiled at you while showing a soft pout form on his lips as he left thanking you in a polite manner.

You watched him as his figure left the place and you looked at him as suddenly. Now you had about 3 orders waiting for you, instinctively deciding to get to work.

.

Mainly, entering the cafeteria was not something planned, but after Atsushi, his own boy, abandoned him, trying to follow Kyouka into that new food area, he ended up being discarded in the worst way.

How could they do this to him?

He actually got sidetracked trying a new method nearby, but ended up failing automatically, causing him to fall into surrender for the day, leaving him to wander the streets of Yokohama as he calmly wondered how Atsushi and Kyouka fared with their day off.

Noticing a coffee shop near where he was, recognizing the name, he recalled how he listened to Kunkida's nagging for a while and about how he deliberately complained, about how when he looked for Ranpo, he found him drinking coffee and waiting on a bench.

Assuming the place was interesting, enough to make the agency's flashiest detective had to go in and buy a coffee. He saw no problem with doing the same.

But of course, being too calm sometimes didn't sit well with his character, he decided to seize his moment when he found the young lady taking orders, wasting no time, throwing in the occasional compliment.

Getting a little carried away, he deliberately noticed how the boy who was in charge of making the coffees passed by to go to a room for a few minutes. Attempting to continue the flirtation, he suggested a romantic way where the poor girl would hang him so he could rest in peace.

Until his attention was diverted to the boy from before, who looking at him as attractive as he was, the brown's attention attacked directly the spray bottle filled with water, feeling nervous deliberately, he tried to look at the lady who from the beginning was trying to court to end up looking at the boy.

Just by exchanging words with him, he felt his nerves rising, not having noticed that a line began to form behind him, something regrettable, but understandable, apologizing more calmly to the lady and asking for a coffee.

Before even attempting to make another move, his body just went to sit in one of the chairs to wait; after all, he did order his coffee to go.

Almost as if it was his punishment for hogging so much time with the poor lady who had caught his attention. Where he had sat he didn't have the option to see her, he could only watch the guy from earlier at work.

Almost hypnotic if it weren't for the fact that he somehow felt the slight threat of ending up being doused with water if he continued to fool around, but he wasn't complaining about being attacked like this either.

At least it wasn't a workload he'd end up putting off or subtly throwing at Atsushi.

Hearing his name, it came out of the boy's voice. God, that sounded good to hear him say her name, if it wasn't that there was a chance it was a skill of the boy's, he would have for sure fallen to flirting with him.

With a gentle slip, Dazai touched his warm hand for the current job done and denied his suspicions upon hearing the answer. It was just a possibility that wasn't real, equally surprised by the empty answer and the hurried goodbye. He nodded as he smiled and made his way outside.

He should come this way again, precisely to escape Kunikida if the situation calls for it.

[writerinparadox]

Oh yes, Bsd. I have been wanting to write about my ideas regarding the characters of the series for a long time, and what better than with a café AU?

◇ Characters : Ranpo Edogawa!

— Coffee!MaleReader x BSD

◆ "Working in the new cafeteria, you receive a somewhat... sugary order."

Wow... It sure was exhausting to work, being you, a slacker. It really didn't seem to be the most suitable or comfortable for you, but, you were aware that you couldn't just walk away from work as you did before, especially when your dear friend, F/N, is the boss.

You let out a clearly exhausted sigh as your hands, still active, moved fluidly. Each new day at the coffee shop is a new challenge, you select the beans carefully, grind the coffee with precision and prepare the cup of the order as if it were the only one of the day.

Letting out a slight hum as you listen to the coffee pot roar to a familiar tune, moving as if the sound had called to you, you end up picking up the pot as you notice the strange addition to the order that you hadn't noticed before.

Why so much sugar?

Almost instinctively, you squinted, curious about the extravagant addition. You understood that some people might like their coffee a little sweeter, but with the amount of sugar it called for... It only left you thinking about one thing.

It had to be a joke, right?

Wasn't it?

Almost as if the spoonfuls of sugar you were pouring in were burning you alive, you did as it was written, hoping and almost begging some being watching you, that you wouldn't end up with an angry person because of the addition they ordered.

You moved the spoon trying to beat a little large amount of sugar without moving it too much to avoid spreading the coffee a little. Only to pick up the order and read the name of the coffee buyer.

Before bothering to call him you noticed how a boy with green eyes, black hair and a brown cap was looking at you with curiosity, apparently waiting for his coffee, maybe you had not made it yet? You doubted that, since you had noticed him a while ago and you usually didn't take so long with coffees.

"Is Ranpo here?"

Focusing on finishing this order, you hurried to ask for the buyer out loud, just as you had done with the previous coffees you had made.

"Here."

"Oh, take your coffee with 8 tablespoons of sugar...."

It was the same guy you had noticed before, now visualizing him with a name, Ranpo, he received the coffee with a giant smile, as if he was pleased that they had actually added the spoonfuls of sugar. You could have sworn you saw just a few seconds of the way he looked at the coffee before taking a sip.

"To think I almost regretted coming in here, considering the small variety of sweets available at the counter." You squinted almost instinctively when you heard him speak.

"Excuse me?"

"You are excused." There was really no way to even try to understand this strange talk you were having. It would be best to just leave the conversation there. Lucky for you, you still have to continue making coffees.

As if in silent agreement, you nodded once in his direction, only to end up being greeted by the same action from him.

Finally, you had turned to walk towards your present co-worker, receiving the next order and getting ready to work properly, though of course, still, with the reminder of what had just happened.

.

He was lost, Ranpo was walking through the streets of Yokohama looking for a stable place to wait for one of his colleagues, free, to come and look for him.

Although, he had said he was going for candy, it was not his fault to go the wrong way, it is a big city and besides he just wanted to look for a new place to waste, to take advantage of his money in the best way, buying candy.

He is a detective at first, obviously he needs to have enough sugar to be able to work properly, every detective mostly needs sugar to work, and who better than him, one of the best detectives in Yokohama?

With his hand in his pockets, as he searched for an ideal place worth entering, in his vision, he caught a glimpse of a cafeteria that, he deduced, looked like it was recently opened and welcomed by a high quality of customers.

And obviously, since it's a coffee shop, it should have sweets, right?

His idealization at the fact that it would probably have a large amount of sweets completely clouded his judgment, causing him to enter without hesitation, despite naming himself the best detective in the world, he just ended up with a sad reward, there wasn't even a variety of sweets, being only a few that were there

Sighing in annoyance, he ordered a sugary coffee, just for the purpose of what minimum to get something good from the place.

Ordering without problems with the lady that attended, he went to sit in one of the seats, looking at the decoration and the good atmosphere that there was, well, it was not like the cafeteria that was near the Agency, but it would serve to pass the time in what they came to look for him.

He looked at the boy in charge of the coffees, precisely how he made his own, observing and counting how he poured the extra spoonfuls he had asked for, letting a slight smile show with only the frame of his lips at the fact that he really added the extra ordered.

He did not avoid getting up beforehand wanting to ask for the sweetened coffee that you put on the table where you delivered the coffees, hearing his last name, leaving his lips, he did not avoid feeling happy about it, walking towards your direction while you waited for him to make his presence known. If you already felt the slight nervousness at having to hear his last name, coming from the lips of that stranger as coordinated as if it was made to call him.

Now he just hoped he didn't end up making a bad impression. Which he did, but not as bad as he thinks, surely he would have to return to this coffee shop to be able to leave a better impression, he's not the best detective for nothing, is he?

Surely, if he does it better the second time, he will be able to deduce whether this cafeteria was worth his time.