Prompt: "I was the poor loser you lent your umbrella to yesterday, my cat scratched the fabric open and I'm so sorry." AU

Mathias loved his cat to death. But sometimes he wanted to brutally it hack it open with his axe.

You know, true love.

He glared intensely at the scratched-up blue-gray umbrella in his hands, as if just glaring at it could fix it.

It was a peaceful day, so different from the storm last night. The storm in which a kind (and cute) stranger had lent Mathias his umbrella. The stranger had told Mathias that he was right outside his brother's house. Of course, Mathias had been a twenty-minute run away from his house.

At times like that, Mathias really wished he lived in the city, where they had subways.

The stranger was worth the rain though. Beautiful blue eyes, like the frozen ocean. White-blond hair, combed neatly. Delicate, slim fingers. An elegant figure and a soft voice- seriously, you would have fallen in love too.

Mathias, however stupid, was not going to pass up the opportunity to get together with someone that good-looking. So naturally, Mathias had proposed that they meet at a cafe, so he could return the stranger's umbrella.

The stranger had agreed. Score!

When Mathias had gotten home, he had immediately dropped the umbrella to brag to his German friend and American friend about his smoothness. That was when his cat ripped up the umbrella. That was also when he realized that he'd forgotten to ask for the stranger's name.

Mathias could still hear his friends' laughter.

Sighing, he leaned back in his seat and scanned the cafe, trying to locate the stranger, but with no avail. Bored, Mathias decided to play a game he and his friends had come up with.

It was like bingo, accept it was done with people. He and his two friends all had a separate sheet on their phones, and their job was to locate everyone "type" of person on the sheet.

Looking around, he saw an Asian person with a ponytail talking to another Asian person. Ponytail was almost as good-looking as the stranger, with pale skin, but Mathias couldn't discern the person's gender. The gender of the Asian person next to him was also debatable. The other person's haircut was boyish, but one could never be too sure. The other person also had pale skin, though not as pale as Ponytail's. Both had delicate features.

One of those people whose gender you can't tell like in anime or something- double check.

Near the door, a couple (at least, Mathias assumed they were a couple) were arguing. One of them, a man with weirdly thick eyebrows, threw up his hands and screamed, "I hate you!"

The other man, some guy with wavy blond hair, huffed and turned to leave. Eyebrows looked shocked, and immediately grabbed the other man around the waist. Eyebrows began to bawl.

A tsundere- check.

In the corner, a brunette began to flirt with a tall Asian dude. The blond girl next to him, who might have been his girlfriend, immediately pulled out a knife.

Mathias gulped.

A yandere- check.

Sitting a couple of tables away were two teenagers, who were both listening to music. They both were sulking, slouching down in their chairs. The two had their phones in their laps, and looked like they were concentrated on the screens. The Asian teen, though, kept on looking tensely at Ponytail and his friend, while the white-haired teen was dressed in all black. It contrasted sharply with his white hair.

Angst-ridden teens- check.

In the center of the room, and Indian man was talking animatedly to an Arab one. The Indian man occasionally would randomly burst out dancing, causing the Arab man to groan.

Someone who acts like they're in a Disney movie- check.

"And Bingo!" Mathias said victoriously.

"Oi."

Mathias screamed. His seat teetered, before falling on the ground with a crash. His butt ached with pain.

"Smooth, da-ze!" The tall Asian dude called.

The stranger from the night before was staring at Mathias with a slightly irritated expression.

Mathias laughed nervously, before scrambling up and dragging his chair up as well.

"I see you came," Mathias said, trying to act smooth.

He leaned against his chair. Sadly, it couldn't support his weight. Mathias and the chair went crashing down again.

The stranger sighed, taking a seat.

"Oaf. I want my umbrella back."

Mathias picked himself, his chair, and the umbrella up. He sat back down, his butt and face burning.

"Er, about that…"

The stranger narrowed his eyes.

Mathias laughed nervously, "We should get introduced to each other first! I'm Mathias-"

"Lukas," The stranger said flatly, "Now give me my umbrella back, you imbecile."

"My cat ripped it," Mathias blurted out, "I'm so sorry."

Lukas glared at him for the count of three, which gave Mathias enough time to internally write his will.

Then Lukas snatched the umbrella from Mathias.

"Moron. I'll get it mended."

Mathias stared at him for a second. Then his face split into a wide grin.

"So…" Mathias said hopefully, "You're not mad at me?"

Lukas rolled his eyes, "You fool. Now, are we ordering?"

Mathias's grin got even wider.

"Like a date or something?"

Lukas sighed, "Well, 'something' wouldn't be nearly as fun…"

Mathias grinned, feeling delighted, "Awesome!"

Yes, his friends were going to be so impressed when he told them this story. Avoiding trouble, scoring a date, getting a bingo…

Of course, Mathias would have to leave out the part with the chair and his butt.


1/6/2017

Y'know, I think this is my first time writing DenNor.

I hope I didn't fail as epically as I think I did.

Also, cameos.