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coffee. | barista!makoto tachibana х gn!reader
Soulmate!AU in which your soulmate's first words to you are inked on your wrist.
“Sousuke, I don’t want to,” you stated as the larger man pulled you toward the small coffee shop at the corner.
“Come on, it’ll only take a while. I just want my drink,” Sousuke urged. To be perfectly honest, you don’t like coffee. It was too bitter to your liking, even with all the sweeteners you put in. But of course, your close friend chose to be a total coffee addict. Sousuke does know about your intense dislike for all things coffee, but he can’t help it if he was craving a latte right now.
“You’re just going to make me go up to the counter to get your order again.”
“Well, why not? It’s the only way to find your soulmate.”
You stared down at your wrist, at the neat words written on your skin.
Hi, welcome to Starbucks Coffee. May I take your order?
Sousuke thought it was bloody hilarious. You, a person who utterly detests coffee, have coffee printed on your wrist. So the man enjoyed dragging you to every Starbucks he can find in the city and force you to get his order. He kept using the, "So you can meet your soulmate" excuse which, in his defense, was the only legitimate reason why he liked bringing you to coffee shops. But really, you know he only did this because he doesn't have to got to the counter himself. Jerk.
Well, it wasn't like his tattoo’s any better. The No shit, Sherlock! written in cursive handwriting on his wrist was much amusing than Starbucks, but teasing him has no effect on the man.
“Sousuke, this isn’t even Starbucks,” you crossed your arms. Nope, this is his favourite coffee shop, Bell Orca Coffee; the cozy little shop near the university. He took you here many times before; he likes the latte here the best, and the pastries here were the best you've ever tasted so it became a hangout for the two of you.
The man thought for a while. “Okay fine, I'm craving for a drink. Just get me one latte and then we'll head back to campus,” he said. Before you can even refuse, he walked into the shop, the bell hanging above the door chimed as he entered.
'I swear I'll get back at you one day,' you grumble internally, reluctantly following him in, the scent of fresh coffee immediately enters your nostrils as you sniffed the air. Ah, if only you liked coffee, then maybe, this place would smell like heaven for you. There was hardly a lot of people in this place, only a few regulars today, which you didn't understand because the chef knows how to make a fucking delicious black forest cake.
Sousuke grabbed your wrist and pushed you to the counter, accidentally making you bump into a shorter man in front of you. “S-sorry,” you apologized when the man shoot you a glare. He scoffed and returned his attention to the barista and you turn to your jerk-of-a-friend. “Sousuke!” you whispered harshly, glaring at the teal eyed man.
“Iced caffè latte extra milk, to go,” he whispered back, an amused smile traces his lips as he pushed two crisp bills in your palm. You sighed and stuck your tongue out at his back, as he tried to find a place to sit down and wait. Well, now that you were here, you could get yourself a slice of cake or a cookie with his money.
You waited for the man in front of you to finish ordering. 'Man, that is an insane amount of caffeine he's asking for...'
"Yes, of course, sir," the barista said.
Curiously, you glanced up from the cake display to the barista behind the counter. You inwardly gasped. 'Woah...' Standing behind the counter was a very attractive barista, pressing buttons on the cash register. He stood tall, sandy brown hair brushing against his forehead. Dark rimmed glasses framed his face, hiding a pair of charming green eyes behind them. 'Shit, he's hot,' you thought, noting how good he looked in his uniform. He was probably new here, considering that you never saw him in the shop before.
You quickly looked over your shoulder at Sousuke, who gave you a thumbs up from his seat near the window, mouthing his order to you. 'Iced caffè latte.'
'I know,' you mouthed back, sticking out your tongue at him.
'Just making sure,' he grinned.
“Hi,” greeted a gentle voice just as you were about to make a face at Sousuke. You turned your head back around, and your eyes locked with droopy emerald hues of the barista. Ah, it was your turn now. He brushed back his sandy brown bangs and gave you a friendly smile. “Welcome to Starbucks Coffee, may I take your order?
“Um.”
You looked at his uniform. Brown apron, not green, with an orca logo on the left side chest. He’s very attractive and cute, but this isn’t Starbucks...?
“Starbucks…?” you questioned.
Realizing his mistake, he chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. “Oh, sorry. I worked at Starbucks before—”
He paused abruptly.
The brunette looked up at you and blinked, as if you’ve just told him a shocking revelation. 'Huh? What's wrong—'
And it dawned upon you. The words. Your wrist. Your attention dropped to your hand as you pushed your sleeve down, and lifted your wrist just as the cute barista held up his. For a moment, you just stared at his wrist while his eyes was trained on yours.
Um, Starbucks…? in a script that resembled your handwriting stared back at you. The grin on the brunette’s face confirmed that the neat handwriting of the Hi, welcome to Starbucks Coffee, may I take your order? matched his own writing perfectly.
“I’m [Full Name],” you smiled. "Nice to meet you."
He smiled again, the cutest and friendliest smile you have ever seen. “Hi,” he started again, “Welcome to Bell Orca Coffee, my name is Tachibana Makoto. May I take your order…soulmate?”
For once, maybe getting coffee for Sousuke wasn't so bad.
Extra
Sousuke slowly rocked in his seat back and forth. He glanced at you, and he noticed that you were taking an insane amount of time talking to the barista.
And when you finally left the counter and headed his way with his coffee and cake, he raised an eyebrow at you. "What took you so long?" he asked as you handed him his coffee.
"I was talking to Makoto over there," you replied in an oddly chirpy tone, pointing at the barista over your shoulder. He took his coffee and tipped it to his mouth, and—
"[Name]?"
"Yes?"
“Why is there a phone number and a call me on my coffee?” the ebony haired man asked, holding up his to go cup. You took the cup from him and read the short message left on the plastic cup.
Glad I finally met you! (＾▽＾)
Call me sometimes
-Makoto
xxx-xxx-xxxxWhoops, totally forgot to tell Makoto that you hate coffee, and it was not for you.
He stared at you. “Did you just meet your soulmate?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” and you took a sip from his coffee.
Only to cough it out a moment later.
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everyone is writing cute soulmate aus well most of them are fluffy i just-- //v//)
i was talking to Hylian-san about how much i wanted to write mako again so i took the chance and combined both coffee shop!au and soulmate!au o v o) originally i was going to put in a college!au as well but... my thirst for makoto is real
just saying i have no nothing about coffee, or starbucks ;;
Thank you, Kida-neechan for beta reading!
!! Comments are highly appreciated !!
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When your brain reads:
You stared down at your wrist, at the neat words written on your skin.
Hi, welcome to chili's
You stared down at your wrist, at the neat words written on your skin.
Hi, welcome to chili's