More Mikoto x OC yay!
If only I were Maya ;-; *long sigh*
Thank you for reading, everyone! If you're interested I already have another ongoing K Project story that I am posting, and I have about four more in the works; two like this, one a sequel to my other current one (The Barmaid) and then the fourth will be a longer, more complex one.
EDIT: I have updated this chapter since I first posted it and this is important: the timing has changed, so rather than weeks passing, months have passed. I changed it, prompted by a review that commented on how short a timespan it was, particularly considering Mikoto's character, and I agreed so I changed it.
Chapter 3
The next Wednesday he stopped in the shop to buy something, just as she had envisioned he would. He ordered coffee and nothing else, but stopped inside to drink it in the smoking section.
Maya thought about asking where he went, but decided that that would be too intrusive, so she settled for chattering on about the weather and how her day had been and 'hey did that woman mean to hit you with her handbag?', which was okay too. He didn't say too much but he listened, which she decided she liked too. Occasionally it would look as if he was getting annoyed with her babble, laying his head on his hands as if going to sleep, but if she stopped a small crease would appear between his eyes.
It was closing time again by the time he left; three naps, six cigarettes and four cups of coffee later. He pulled the shutter down for her again.
This continued for several more Wednesdays. Her chattering, eventually, would occasionally be punctuated by some kind of teasing remark or insult which she would, rightfully, take as a joke and laugh off. Sometimes he got a call and left earlier than others, sometimes he stayed until closing time and helped her close the shutters. It wasn't until a few months later that she realised just how deep she was in.
He touched her hand.
It was an accident, her hand had slipped on his coffee cup and it fell, shattering around their feet. She had bent down to pick up the shards, cut her finger and wrapped it in a plaster before he even woke from his nap. When he did, he grabbed her hand, examining her fingers with his own. His touch was hot against her own skin, which was always cold for some reason.
"What did you do?" He asked, though he didn't seem any more bothered than usual.
"I-uh- cut it. On your coffee cup. Sorry. I'll be more careful next time. Let me get you a new one." She told him with a small stutter, a little nervous. In taking her hand he had pulled her closer, and if he turned to face her he, technically speaking, would have been able to wrap his arms around her waist and bury his head in her stomach. Maya wouldn't have minded if he did, but obviously his mind didn't work in quite the same way as hers did.
"You should be more careful." Mikoto dropped her hand, letting it swing to her side. "You're causing trouble."
"A-mmhmm." She mumbled, not trusting herself to speak, and not wanting to ruin the moment by dismissing his odd display of concern. It stuck out like a sore thumb, compared to his usual behaviour.
She turned away to get back to work, and Mikoto smiled.