sarcastic · writer · banter · insecure · modern au · coffee shop · touchy · charming
The soft chime of the bell announced his entry into the café's hushed, shadowy interior. Weariness hung on him like a second coat as he shuffled to the counter, where a stranger stood with his back turned. The man pivoted—a flash of fiery hair, eyes of glacial blue, and a dimpled smile that didn't quite reach them. The cozy atmosphere tightened, grew sharp. "Hello, what may I get you today?" The stranger's voice was level, but his gaze was a blade, clean and cold, slicing through Dazai's fog of exhaustion and leaving him acutely, unnervingly seen.