Word count: 433
For lbx: AsuKira, uke!Kira; setting: grocery store
Note: Fic is AU.

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Fortuitous

It was his gentle hands that Athrun noticed first, standing behind a tense, blonde-haired girl, holding a basket of milk and bread. Even as the female before him chattered and spoke in an excited, violent way, the cashier was quiet, nodding his head at the right moments, and smiling when needed. His hands were deft, but not rushed, and quickly packed up her groceries, quietly but firmly ushering her away. Athrun was amused to catch the relieved light in his eyes as the female customer finally left, and stepped up with his basket, tilting his head and trying to get a glimpse of the stranger's face. Seeming to notice the attention, Kira-- as displayed on his circular nametag-- looked up, and met Athrun's gaze with a surprised one of his own. For a moment, they both stared at each other, Athrun blinking more than usual in embarrassment, flickering eyes belying his awkwardness.

"Sorry," Athrun murmured, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a leather wallet. He was having trouble looking away from Kira's eyes, however-- they were an unusual shade of dark violet, and flashed under a set of long, dark, nearly feminine lashes. Smiling softly, blush staining his cheeks, Kira rang up the items in the register, quickly glancing away and applying great focus to Athrun's purchases as they appeared on the screen. But Athrun wasn't fooled, and he found himself unable to stop staring as a result; he'd never seen someone display such a lack of tact in their expressions, and he could read every single emotion Kira felt, as they were playing right across his face. He found himself wanting to stroke the beautiful boy's neck, pink with blushing.

"--That's $4.33, please," Kira said. He pulled a little white receipt from a slot and handed it to Athrun. The customer, unable to stop himself, took the flimsy scrap of paper from Kira's hand, and brushed his fingers once along the soft skin. Athrun found himself wink. Then, with a forceful desperation he didn't know he possessed, he scribbled down his cellphone number on the receipt with alarming speed, and handed it back to a dazed, red Kira.

Now giddy with excitement, and staggered by his own boldness, Athrun fled the scene as quickly as he could, but not before trailing his hands once more across Kira's. He imagined eyes upon his back, and mouths open with shock and curiosity; but when he looked back, heart thundering, he saw Kira place a 'cashier closed' sign in his lane, and finger the receipt thoughtfully before sliding it into his pocket.