Miyuki's eyes darted to his watch for the fifth time on the last minute and a growl escaped his throat: still half an hour to go. He hated this damned job and the fact that time seemed to stop whenever he was behind that greasy counter. He'd been working at McDonalds for a whole month now and the only reason why he hadn't quit yet was because he didn't want Kuramochi to put him on a headlock if he didn't pay his month rent in time. Miyuki certainly hadn't considered this situation when he decided he wouldn't be taking the money his father sent him every month, but reality hit him hard and it was too late to go back with his tail between his legs. He had never liked asking for help anyways. So he would continue his work at the crappy fast food restaurant until something better came up.

Just as he was a about to check his watch again, he heard the door open and he couldn't help the smile tugging at the corner of his lips when his eyes stopped at a familiar face. The golden-eyed boy. That's how Miyuki liked to call him. The first time he saw him had been around two weeks ago and he'd been accompanied by a short boy who, in Miyuki's opinion, should seriously reconsider his hairstyle choices. Their eyes had met when he'd come to the counter and the boy had stuttered over his order until he had finally muttered a rushed "ice cream". Since then, he'd come in everyday, ordered an ice cream cone and leave with rushed steps and a really red face.

"Good evening", he was trying to sound professional, he really was. "What would you like?"

"An ice cream cone, please.!" Miyuki rolled his eyes. Does this kid's voice grow louder everyday?

Even though the boy was blushing like crazy, he was looking at him directly in the eyes, as if he didn't want to yield to whatever was embarrassing him. Cute

"You okay? You look like you're about to explode ̴"

"I'm perfectly fine!" Miyuki cringed at the sudden high-pitched voice. "Just give me my ice cream already!"

"Geez, do you have to be so loud?"

The boy's golden stare had turned more intense now and as much as Miyuki hated to admit it, it was making him nervous. It was obvious that kid was dying of embarrassment, why should he be the one feeling like this? He was supposed to be the tease. He was supposed to not care and treat him this boy the same way he treated all the other teenager who had had a crush on him. But this boy… had really beautiful eyes. "Really, Kazuya? Beautiful eyes? That's all it takes to bring you down?"

Miyuki pretended to struggle with the cash register as he handed the ice cream to the boy. He could literally feel his eyes piercing holes through him.

"Crap…"

"Huh?"

Miyuki looked up and froze for a couple of seconds before he burst out laughing, bringing his hands to his stomach. The boy had grabbed the soft serve by the ice cream instead of the cone, and, oh god, he had squeezed hard.

"Really how stupid can you be?" Tears were starting to spill from the corners of his eyes and Miyuki didn't think he'd ever laughed this much.

"Shut up, you bastard! Give me something to clean myself!"

"Wait, wait, I need to capture this wonderful moment ̴" Miyuki grabbed his phone and shot a picture before the boy could even react.

"Hey! You damn — What do you think you're doing?!"

"What do you think you're doing?" Miyuki handed him a couple of napkins, "Look at the mess you've made ̴"

"It's all your fault!"

"Huh? How is it my fault?"

"It's because you're really pretty and I couldn't stop looking at you, damn it."

Now, that was blunt and not anyone else Miyuki had ever met. He knew he was handsome and he knew people around him felt charmed by his looks too, but no one had ever flat said they had fucked up because he was the only thing they could look at. It left him wordless and with a tingling sensation at the pit of his stomach.

"Ugh, anyways, I'm leaving."

The boy turned to leave and Miyuki seemed to find control of his body again.

"Wait!"

"What?" Those golden orbs were glaring at him now and for the first time, Miyuki noticed that under the intense red covering the boy's cheeks lay an endless field of tiny freckles.

"What's your name?"

"Why would I tell you?"

"You know mine, right?" Miyuki pointed at the badge with his name pinned on the left side of his uniform. "It's only fair."

The boy frowned and seemed to consider before he blurted out:

"Sawamura. Sawamura Eijun."

"So… Sawamura…" Miyuki rolled the name in his tongue. "Can I have your number? Just so I can send you this amazing photo I took of you. You'll get tons of likes on Instagram."

Sawamura scowled and Miyuki prepared himself for a long line of insults and curses, but the only thing he got was his phone taken away from him in a swift motion. Did that just now really work? Miyuki blinked perplexed as the boy fumbled with his phone and gave it back to him with a fiercer red covering his face — really, how much could someone blush? — and a really — damn — cute pout.

"You better delete that picture, you bastard."

"Of course ̴"