( DarkInsanitySoul: Coffee Shop AU. Black Mist being younger and Astral being older. Black Mist has a crush on Astral but is oblivious to the fact that Astral likes him back, so Astral confronts Black Mist.)

Why was he so perfect at everything? Honey colored eyes stared intently into the steaming, Styrofoam cup between his cold fingers, watching the extra sugar on top slowly fall between the many layers of chocolate. Taking in a quick breath, he blew cool air over the top before moving to stir it with a plastic and tiny straw. His thoughts were completely out of the warm café around him and those eyes soon looked outside at the gathering amount of snow on the wet roads, as white as that man's hair. …White as virgin snow…

Feeling his heart twist in his chest, he soon sighed through his nose out of defeat and complete wonder. What made that college student so perfect? Was it the same color of his pretty gold orbs? His intelligence? Or maybe it was the way he talked? The older male had a wonderful way of talking through any bad situation and his voice was incredibly tender, sweet, exactly everything Black Mist was attracted to. The college student was admitting something like that, at least outloud.

One hand began to mindlessly stir the black straw in his cup, hearing the small scraping sounds on the bottom of the stryofoam cup. It was a comforting sound, because only he could hear it, really, and it was background noise with the bitter wind outside and the warm Christmas carols that echoed in the back of the kitchen and near the Class 1 spots.

Shaking his head, he soon moved to pick up the cup between slowly-warming fingers and take a sip. The ring of the bell by the door made him glance up for a moment and he not only burned his tongue but succeeded in nearly having a choking fit in shock.

What the hell is he doing here!? Even though it was a café, just how much luck did he have when it came to having some hot guy sneaking up on him in the same damn area? Pale skin and white hair were easily visible in the warm colors of the shop and Black Mist could've sworn he was able to trace out the blood vessels in his cheeks. His neck was covered by a thick, rather rich-looking scarf, but he knew that this angelic male possessed the throat of someone who had never been into any sexual activity. And lo and behold, perched under his arm were several thick textbooks of Chemistry II, Advanced Calculus and Periodic Formulas.

The boy managed a scoffing noise, but was quick to regret it as the walking male looked at him with a skeptical glance. Black Mist felt every shred of his dignity be eaten by those knowledgable eyes and he looked back down into his cup, hoping that the light of the snow from the window would hide his flushing face. Without wasting another second, he looked up just as soon as Astral began walking over to the countertop to order a drink and food, no doubt.

Gold eyes looked down into that swirling hot cocoa, feeling that numbing, fiery sensation lingering on the tip of his tongue still. That college student didn't give a living damn about him, and his ego would just get in the way about how he was too much of a rebel to keep up with highschool. But Astral wouldn't like that, would he? Black Mist would just be a little low-life.

He squeezed the cup tightly between his hands for a solid second, enough to hear the somewhat satisfying pop of the cup. Why, oh, why did he have to love that man? Without a second thought, the schoolboy down the hot drink and tossed it in the nearest trashcan, feeling his entire go numb to the burn. The sugar had barely settled, so all he could taste was literally wet and hot cocoa stabbing at the back of his tastebuds. Without another word, he stormed out and ever so faintly brushed the arm of the college student. Just from that, he could smell the sweet scent of vanilla and old text books.

"Just get home, Black, just get home…" Head down, he ignored the bitter wind as he wrapped his slender arms around his form. Honestly, this wouldn't have bothered him as much as it should have. Probably because halfway home, he remembered his jacket was still in his seat. Wallet, notes and phone in all his pockets. Oh how he could have killed someone right then and there. However, the poor boy only sighed and put his head down further, tucking his chin into his neck as snow graced his cheekbones and right along the cuff of his ear. Maybe he'd just ask to borrow Victor's extra bed for the day.

Looking skyward for a moment, he soon flinched at the snowflakes that kissed his lashes, causing him to blink and watch them hang there almost stubbornly. "Nn? Oh, so the snow gives me more attention than that white-haired bastard. Go figure."

"What white-haired bastard?" All that fire in the male's stomach was snuffed right out, his anger clearly having been put up in a bottle somewhere over the goddamn rainbow. Same with the fire in his mouth. He turned around and tried to stand tall immediately, cringing as the warmth in his body left every crevice he now left exposed. Curse his bloody ego. "Surely you don't mean me, Black Mist."

Said boy sniffed irritably and folded his arms firmly over his chest, putting up a brave face against the intelligent college student. "So what if I do? What will you do, call the cops on me?" However, sitting nice and quaint in Astral's arms was a black, cheap jacket, as if it had been pulled out from a "Lost and Found" box. It was dusted with snow but seemed fine, and as the male adjusted his footing, he could hear a faint rustle of both fabric and crumple of notes.

"No. I will take measures into my own hands," the taller male stated, soon moving to extend his arm and hold out the jacket. "I just thought'd might want that, since you seem cold." Obviously you couldn't hide from a really observant person. Hell, he worked in a chemistry lab, for God's sake. A slight shade change could set off alarms in his head. In defeat, Black Mist managed a sigh between cold lips before he moved to grab it.

Just as his fingers brushed the fabric, Astral had dropped the item with just a small turn of his hand, letting it drop onto the sidewalk in a small flurry of snow. Stunned, the schoolboy stood there for a moment, hand outstretched still, long enough for the older male to grab it and tug him right into Astral's chest. As soon as the younger boy hit the newfound warmth, he felt his face flushing so darkly he resembled a tomato with a rotten stem. Wonderful. But it was so warm!

"I knew you were cold, Black Mist. You could have just asked." Astral let his jacket wrap around the shivering male, who soon let his slender arms wrap around Astral's mid-section. Black Mist was soon letting his face bury into the college students chest, wondering if the heat was from his face or the other's body.

"…It's not like I can fucking ask a strange," he muttered, glancing up soon enough out of curiosity. His heart malfunctioned in his chest as a pair of lips met his own, soft and clearly covered in a soft hint of strawberry chapstick. Astral himself had seemed surprised, seeing as he was only attempting to kiss the top of his head to comfort him, but he supposed this worked if the other began flushing to a dangerous degree.

Black Mist wondered if his heart would flutter out of his chest as he soon pulled away, able to feel his fingertips again. "Did…you… Since when…?" That small smile on Astral's face made his heart melt to his toes, and he was quick to wrap his mind around what was going on. "You…aha, you don't actually like me, do you?"

Astral's smile grew just a bit more before he kissed the male's forehead. "Can my answer be "Let me buy you another cup of hot cocoa?"" Full of riddles and rhymes this man was but Black Mist was quick to nod, moving away to pick up his coat. "Sure, I can go for another~."