1Café
By: 1xmocha
Rating: T
Pairing: eventual OT5
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis nor the characters.
Summary: One delicious café worker and 5 hot guys...it's about to get interesting. And they don't even know he's playing them...AU
Notes: Yeah I decided to write a happy fic b/c my others, while I had fun writing them, were making me even more depressed. But fear not I will update Unspoken sometime soon! But for right now enjoy this.
Chapter 1
Ryoma was use to the looks he got. He knew he was highly good looking. A bishie for the girls and an uke for the boys. However...
This time it was slightly different.
"May I take your sir?" he asked again for the 9th time. The guy just wouldn't stop staring at him like he was some piece of...
Meat!
True the guy was highly good looking. In fact he looked very feminine himself with his slim build, long light-brown hair, and bright blue eyes but...
No. He was at work and he should not be thinking about this! Finally the man looked down at his menu and Ryoma had to contain the urge to sigh out in relief. There was just something about his gaze...
"I'll have the steak."
And his eyes felt like they were piercing through his soul and-What?
"I'm sorry sir what would you like again?" he apologized to the customer. The embarrassment of being caught off guard like that!
"The names Fuji Syuuske and I would like the Steak. Medium rare please."
Ryoma copied down the order.
"Thank you for the order. It will be right out." he spoke bowing a little to him.
And as he walked away Fuji's gaze did not leave him-or rather his butt-the whole time.
POT
Ryoma had never dreaded a customer coming as much as he did Fuji. Every time he came he ate and did the same thing. Order a steak and then stare, order a steak and then stare. It was driving him nuts! Most fans just gave up after awhile but this guy came about everyday...but this guy...
And what's with the steaks? It felt as though he was trying to tell him something...
It wasn't until the guys 9th day that month that he found out.
"I'm a professional photographer. Would you be interested in modeling for me sometime? You're very cute."
Ryoma just stared at him...
And stared.
The guy was...
Hitting on him!!!
It should have been so obvious because he was use to all the "courting" attempts but his stalkers.
Ryoma stared dunbly as the man manded him a very hefty tip and a phone number.
He stared at the money.
That had better not be future whore money or so help him god he would...
Ryoma sighed and ran a hand through his slightly long greenish-black hair.
Ryoma could see the whole photography thing but it's the type of photography that he would probably ask for that made him shiver.
His golden eyes widened as he caught what was at the bottom of te phone number.
A street address of his apartment.
Ryoma smirked.
"Che. Cocky bastard."
But one things for sure...
Thing were about to get a lot more interesting around here.
TBC...