Disclaimer: Dgrayman and its characters belong to Hoshino Katsura.

Warnings: BL. AU. OOC. (Acronyms – how will I live without you?) And language. Because we're dealing with Kanda.

A/N: Alright. I need to revive my muse so here's my attempt at writing prompts. With Yullen. Yeah.

This is my response to the October prompts found on Writers Write. Hope no one sues me for the setting.

Have a Nice Day

Prompt: Coke

"… yes. You, too. Thank you for calling."

Pressing the release button on the hard phone, Allen pinched the bridge of his nose and frowned. Fifteen minutes. The threshold was three minutes. He sighed. Another call prolonged simply because he had an accent. "Hey, Lenalee," he called out towards the end of the bay. "I'm taking my break."

Lenalee looked up from her screen and gave him a curt nod. "Fifteen minutes, Allen. You need to catch up before the shift ends." It was far from a stern warning, Allen knew, but he gave a weak "I will" all the same. Lenalee's lips quirked into that motherly smile she reserved just for him before her focus shifted back to the computer screen.

Allen took his headset off and heaved his tired self from the cubicle. He was in bad need of caffeine and as much as he wanted to run to the café up front for a nice cup of tea, he only had a few minutes left for his last break. Just two more hours… his mind supplied wearily. Taking the flight of stairs to the pantry floor, Allen made his way to the coffee dispenser and pressed the buttons for a simple black coffee. The machine whirred to life before a plastic cup shot out and Allen heard the slosh of liquid being poured. He took the cup out and gave it a sip, blanching at the taste of mechanical coffee, before turning around and—

"THE FUCK?!"

"Oh god, I'm sorry!"

—running straight into someone.

As soon as the voices rang out, every person in the cafeteria turned towards the scene and Allen's embarrassment increased tenfold. He hastily took out a handkerchief and attempted to wipe the coffee spill on the unfortunate person's front, only to have said person slap his hand away. Rather forcefully, if he may add.

"Don't fucking touch me!" the person all but spat at Allen and the British lad winced.

"I'm really sorry, I didn't mean it," he attempted to reason but the other was having none of it as he glowered at the shorter teen. Not that Allen could blame him. His unfortunate victim had been drenched completely in the scalding liquid if the stain on the other's shirt was anything to go by. He was also holding a soda cup on one hand, a stack of papers under the other arm and – Allen visibly gulped – wearing his ID badge with a red lanyard.

A supervisor.

"I-I-I-I'm really sor—"

"Shut up, you stupid beansprout, before I strangle you."

"Wh—beansprout?!" Allen exclaimed indignantly, his fear momentarily forgotten. Sure, he was short, a bit scrawny and had unnaturally white hair, but that didn't make him look anything like a beansprout! "Excuse me but being mad doesn't give you the right to insult anybody," Allen snapped. "And threatening to strangle someone is against policy."

The supervisor continued to glare at him. "Don't lecture me, you moron who can't even pay attention to his surroundings."

Allen colored at the further insult. "If anyone's being a moron here, it's you!" Manners be damned. He wasn't letting this man humiliate him further than he was already. "It was a bloody accident. Which wouldn't have happened in the first place if you weren't blocking my way, you brutish twat!"

It was the other's turn to splutter in anger, grabbing the front of Allen's shirt in a fit of rage. The shorter lad already expected to be pummeled in the next second, if Lenalee had not appeared to shove the two of them away from each other.

"Stop it, you two!" the lead glared at them. "This is completely unprofessional behavior and you're acting like brats!" Allen blanched at Lenalee's temper, not used to hearing her raise her voice, and only noticed the crowd that had formed around them then. "Just go and wash up, Kanda. You're supposed to meet your team today, aren't you?"

Allen stayed quiet as the supervisor – Kanda – turned his glare at Lenalee before scoffing and glancing down at his shirt—which was clearly a lost cause. Allen felt a stab of guilt and, as polite as he normally was, offered to lend his spare sweatshirt.

Kanda looked at him as if he's grown another head. "Who'd want to wear your puny shirt, fucking beansprout?"

The hairs on the back of Allen's neck bristled in anger as he shouted, "I'm not a beansprout, you insufferable, sissy PRICK!"

There was a shout, then a set of gasps, and the next thing Allen knew he was drenched in a sticky, dark substance. Kanda had unceremoniously emptied his cup of Coke on Allen's head.

Like a fish out of water, Allen could only gape at Kanda's retreating form as Lenalee fussed over his state.

Oh, he was getting that bastard back. Starting with that stupidly long yet gorgeous ponytail.

A/N: Kanda's hair? Check. Allen's British curse words? Check. Beansprout? Check.

Yeah, I'm happy. :)