title: Coffee or Hot Chocolate?
characters: female!reader, Fubuki Shirou
pairings: reader/Fubuki
summary: Your favorite customer keeps coming to the coffee shop you work at...for hot chocolate.

Working as a barista was probably on the bottom of your list of jobs that you aspired to have. Its not like it was the greatest job nor the worse, but you didn't find it completely appealing. Besides, how could answering to customers and serving them with a forced smile be any fun? Yet, here you were, working at your local Starbucks, taking orders with a polite smile, asking customers for their names (and cash), and making the many, many different types of coffee that this place offered.

At least, most people came here to buy that dark and warming drink. While there was an occasional few who just came for a snack, sometimes you got a customer who wanted something different, like a smoothie.

Or hot chocolate.

There was this one person- guy, who seemed to have a thing for that particular drink. Honestly, you had no clue why this guy kept coming over to Starbucks, a place that specialized in coffee, for this drink. If you could recall correctly, there was a place nearby that specialized in making hot chocolate. Thinking about it, if you had to choose, you'd definitely go to the other place for this drink. Just as this place offered many variations of coffee, that place offered many variations of hot chocolate, which was pretty amazing since it never occurred to you how much you could do with a drink like that. Maybe you should tell him about it?

But then, you realized if you did, maybe he wouldn't come back here anymore. And you kind of, sort of, did like seeing him. This hot cocoa addict was pretty cute after all.

This guy, well he was more like a man, around your age, just a tad taller than you when it came to height. His hair was a pretty silver color, really spiked up, kind of messy, a bit of a bedhead style but he managed to pull it off. His eyes were a dark teal color, though you had to admit that there was something about it matching with his hair. Maybe he could just really work that natural style of his.

Or maybe you were just crushing on the guy.

You couldn't say that you never really spoke to him either, besides going off of looks wasn't really your thing. While working here, you could pick up on small things, sort of learn how to tell a little bit of a person's personality through the way they ordered and what they ordered. It was even easier when that man, who you eventually found out that his name was Fubuki, enjoyed chatting with you every now and then. It was nothing long, especially during your busy days, but when you were alone, he offered his company. You found it nice, especially since he never really pushed you to speak. Sometimes you two were quiet together, sometimes you could talk up a storm. Most of it depended on your work schedule, though you always tried to keep up a pleasant mood for him.

Thinking about him now, you wondered if he would stop by today. That man never really had a set time on appearing. Sometimes he did, sometimes he just appeared when he was craving the drink, at least thats what he told you with an accompanying laugh, yet you found yourself believing him whenever he said that. He really didn't look like the type to lie anyway. But, things were quiet and lonely here and it would be one of those perfect times for Fubuki to have as company.

Yet, you couldn't get lost in your daydreams since a customer had come through the door. You straightened up, as you always did when someone had entered and let your [e/c] eyes fall on the person who had walked through that door. The expression on your face seemed to lighten up as you saw that familiar man again, and now you even tried to look a tad more presentable to, or as presentable as you could be while working. Your gaze was kept on him and you were imagining that his was focused on you. After all, he didn't seem to be looking anywhere else besides you.

"Good afternoon, what can I get for you today?" You asked while giving Fubuki a smile, hoping that he found it cute. Sure you always smiled at all your customers, but this one seemed to form so much easier on its own.

"You don't have to ask that every time I come in here. I think you know what I want by now. A hot chocolate, please, [y/n]," Fubuki replied with a dashing smile and a wink to.

God, how that smile managed to make you blush. Though, that wink was new. Good thing you didn't have to worry about him knowing your name, you did wear it for others to see after all. And after all the time you two spoke, you were hoping that he was familiar with it just as you were his.

"I know, sorry, its just standard to ask, Fubuki." After saying that, you didn't even need to give the rest of the usual talk as you signed his name onto his preferred cup size. He knew how much it was and gave the exact change, always did. Afterwards, you immediately got to work on making him his ordered drink.

As you did, you still couldn't help wonder about your earlier thoughts. Why he even bothered to come here for this drink. It really was making you curious. And the thought of asking made you a little nervous. Its not like asking a question was so difficult, but what if he found it offensive? Fubuki couldn't, could he? While you may not know him personally, or as well as you would like, you were able to learn that he was a pretty gentle fellow, kind hearted, confident yet a little modest to. At least, thats what you could put together through your little talks and watching his gestures.

"Fubuki!" You called out his name, even though it was unnecessary, you liked the feel of it rolling off your tongue. But that wasn't something you would admit to him.

The man had approached the counter, still gracing you with that smile of his as you handed him his drink. Your hands touched for a moment and you could feel a pleasant warmth from his hands as they glossed over your fingers. If only you could hold onto them, continue to feel their warmth. Wasn't that a delightful thought?

"Thank you, very much, [y/n]."

"You're very welcome," You replied before pausing for a moment, debating for a moment over whether or not to ask, but found yourself already curious to what his answer would be. "Oh, um, Fubuki?"

"Yes?"

He looked at you with a bit of a curious gaze; you definitely had his full attention. When had you ever tried being the one to talk to him first? Normally he'd be the first to start a comment or two, manage to get either a chuckle or bright smile out of you. Then things would flow on from there. Rarely had it been you besides your very repetitive lines.

"I was just wondering, I hope you don't mind me asking…" You cleared your throat, your hands placed down on the counter, nervously tapping an index finger against the marbled set. You glanced down for just a moment before you attempted to fix your eyes upon his. "I want to know…why do you come here for hot chocolate? I-If you don't want to answer, you don't have to, I'm just curious since there are better places..."

Fubuki didn't immediately respond to your question, he just decided to bring the drink to his lips and take a sip of the hot beverage. Afterwards, he set it back down onto the counter, that natural smile of his lighting his face.

"Hmm…I think its because there is a very cute girl that works here," He said in a bit of whisper. Although there was no one else around, he felt that it was right not to be so loud with something like this.

Hearing those words caused your face to flush, if you wanted to try and hide this reaction from him, it would be impossible without covering your whole face. Yet, your hands seemed to be glued to the counter now...or was that just because one of his hands had been placed upon them? At least now you could continue feeling the warmth from them.

"O-Oh!" You managed to stammer that out, though it wasn't much of a response. You really wanted to thank him for a comment like that. Yet, even with your lack of reply, that had made the other give a light chuckle.

"I'm sorry if that wasn't what you were expecting to here, but its the truth. The server here is really cute and knows how to make very, very delicious hot chocolate."

You couldn't help but smile upon hearing that. Fubuki found you cute and enjoyed your hot chocolate!

"Well…y-you know I can make better hot chocolate at home."

"Can you?" He asked, looking a bit excited as those words had reached his ears. "If you do then I'd like to try [y/n]'s hot chocolate some time. May I?"

"Yes! Of course!" You quickly responded, causing another melodious chuckle to escape from him.

"Then, I look forward to it, [y/n]. Your shift ends soon, doesn't it?"

"Yes, I mean, in an hour I'll be off."

"Great. Then I'll wait for you."

"O-Okay!"

You gave him a bright and giddy smile, it was impossible to hide how excited you were over this arrangement. With this thought in mind, you could only hope that your shift would end sooner, after all, you were very eager for this date with Fubuki Shirou.