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writetomyheart2015-06-12 03:15 pm
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[TEAM THREE] ICE CREAM SHOP PART 2
I'm interrupting team 3's probably unintentional chain of cuddling fics to bring you more of my ice cream shop AU. Although there's a severe lack of ice cream in this part. Oops.
He couldn’t be happier than he was right now, Yamada thought to himself after a long but good day at work. He considered any day that didn’t include a screaming child throwing ice cream all over the wall a good day. Everything was now locked up and put away. The closed sign was on the front door. And all he had left to do was finish mopping the floor before he could head home. The sense of accomplishment as he wrapped things up was what he enjoyed most about his job.
“Here you go.”
Yamada turned away from his mopping to see Takaki place a small container of strawberries on the counter for him. Correction: that was what he enjoyed most about his job. He couldn’t stop the wide grin that popped up on his face right after he cheerfully said thanks to his boss. Yamada Ryosuke was pretty sure the only thing that could make him happier than he was right now was if money started raining from the sky. But in bills only, not coins, because coins would probably hurt. He quietly laughed at the mental image he conjured up while dipping the mop back into the mop bucket.
Over behind the counter, Takaki was counting up the money in the register. He expertly sorted the bills and the coins, stacking them by amount quickly because of his years of practice. “Looks like we had a good day.”
“Yuto and Keito stopped by and they stayed so long that Yuto ordered twice,” Yamada explained with a laugh. He leaned forward to push the mop to that hard-to-reach place in the back corner, feeling the strain a little in his back muscles.
Takaki let out a short amused laughed as he finished his counting and gathered it all into one pile. He locked up the cash register before grabbing a rag to help out with the last of the cleaning. And then he asked Yamada a simple question that unintentionally shattered his good mood.
“Have you talked to him yet?”
The unexpected question caught Yamada off guard and he slipped on the wet floor as he turned to face his boss. Yamada leaned against the mop handle to regain his balance before he toppled over and ruined all his hard work on the floor.
“I don’t know who you’re talking about,” Yamada lied. He placed the mop back into the bucket and wheeled it towards the bathroom to dump the now-dirty water. Funny how easy it was to simply lie.
But Takaki wasn’t fooled and ignored his attempt to evade the conversation. “You can’t avoid him forever, you know,” he called out after him. He was worried and trying to help, Yamada knew, but this wasn’t something he wanted Takaki to keep sticking his nose in.
“I can try,” Yamada said under his breath. He dumped the mop water out and watched as the dirt and grime and water all swirled together down the drain. He hoped Takaki would drop the subject when he returned to the room.
And sure enough, Takaki didn’t say anything else about it once he came back from putting the mop away, but Yamada could see silent concern reflected in his eyes. Instead, Takaki checked to make sure the front door was locked before slipping his keys into his pocket. He grabbed Yamada’s strawberry container and handed it to him so he wouldn’t forget it. Yamada said thanks again, only more subdued this time, his good mood now long gone. He pulled on his thin jacket and braced himself for the slight autumn chill outside.
“See you tomorrow,” he said. Takaki just smiled and waved in response as he climbed into his car. Yamada placed his strawberries into the basket of his bicycle, not feeling very deserving of the treat at the moment. He gripped the handles of his bike and closed his eyes for a moment. Positive thoughts, he reminded himself. He sat there on his bike a little longer without moving and just enjoyed the crisp air brushing against his skin.
But the sun was rapidly setting and stealing away all the light from the outside world, so he finally got moving and biked the few blocks back to his apartment. He found his roommate, Inoo Kei, a grad student at the local university, on the couch in a sea of notes and textbooks and blueprints. In the year that they’d lived together, Yamada had learned more about architecture than he ever needed to know. But he didn’t mind because Inoo was easy to live with. (Minus that one time Inoo had gotten so stressed out over his schoolwork that he snapped and angrily rearranged all the furniture in the living room.)
Inoo, who had apparently been napping in between study sessions, opened one eye once Yamada had closed the front door behind him. “Hi roomie,” Inoo said in a half-asleep still-groggy voice. “There’s take-out in the kitchen if you want that for dinner.”
Yamada was grateful that Inoo was always doing nice things for him, like sharing his dinner. He didn’t deserve that either. “Thanks roomie. How goes the studying?”
Inoo just buried his face in the couch cushions and whined, effectively answering that question.
“Well, good luck then,” Yamada chuckled, feeling slightly better than earlier, and disappeared into the kitchen to find his food. He nuked it in the microwave until it was steaming hot because after spending all day serving cold ice cream, he wanted something to warm up his insides.
Once he finished, he found Inoo snoring quietly on the couch. Yamada gently placed a blanket on the older boy and pushed away some notes in danger of getting crumpled up. He switched the main light off but left the lamp on the dimmest setting. If Inoo woke up later and wanted to go back to his bed, he’d at least have a little light so that he wouldn’t trip over his textbooks.
Yamada dragged himself to his own bedroom to settle in for the night. He was expecting another busy day at the ice cream shop tomorrow. There would hopefully be no time to think between scoping out servings and refilling topping containers. He could have friendly chats with all his customers and maybe see a few regulars as well. He sank into his mattress, curled under the covers, and then tried to forget about the problems of the past. He drifted off to sleep slowly. Positive thoughts, he reminded himself.
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He couldn’t be happier than he was right now, Yamada thought to himself after a long but good day at work. He considered any day that didn’t include a screaming child throwing ice cream all over the wall a good day. Everything was now locked up and put away. The closed sign was on the front door. And all he had left to do was finish mopping the floor before he could head home. The sense of accomplishment as he wrapped things up was what he enjoyed most about his job.
“Here you go.”
Yamada turned away from his mopping to see Takaki place a small container of strawberries on the counter for him. Correction: that was what he enjoyed most about his job. He couldn’t stop the wide grin that popped up on his face right after he cheerfully said thanks to his boss. Yamada Ryosuke was pretty sure the only thing that could make him happier than he was right now was if money started raining from the sky. But in bills only, not coins, because coins would probably hurt. He quietly laughed at the mental image he conjured up while dipping the mop back into the mop bucket.
Over behind the counter, Takaki was counting up the money in the register. He expertly sorted the bills and the coins, stacking them by amount quickly because of his years of practice. “Looks like we had a good day.”
“Yuto and Keito stopped by and they stayed so long that Yuto ordered twice,” Yamada explained with a laugh. He leaned forward to push the mop to that hard-to-reach place in the back corner, feeling the strain a little in his back muscles.
Takaki let out a short amused laughed as he finished his counting and gathered it all into one pile. He locked up the cash register before grabbing a rag to help out with the last of the cleaning. And then he asked Yamada a simple question that unintentionally shattered his good mood.
“Have you talked to him yet?”
The unexpected question caught Yamada off guard and he slipped on the wet floor as he turned to face his boss. Yamada leaned against the mop handle to regain his balance before he toppled over and ruined all his hard work on the floor.
“I don’t know who you’re talking about,” Yamada lied. He placed the mop back into the bucket and wheeled it towards the bathroom to dump the now-dirty water. Funny how easy it was to simply lie.
But Takaki wasn’t fooled and ignored his attempt to evade the conversation. “You can’t avoid him forever, you know,” he called out after him. He was worried and trying to help, Yamada knew, but this wasn’t something he wanted Takaki to keep sticking his nose in.
“I can try,” Yamada said under his breath. He dumped the mop water out and watched as the dirt and grime and water all swirled together down the drain. He hoped Takaki would drop the subject when he returned to the room.
And sure enough, Takaki didn’t say anything else about it once he came back from putting the mop away, but Yamada could see silent concern reflected in his eyes. Instead, Takaki checked to make sure the front door was locked before slipping his keys into his pocket. He grabbed Yamada’s strawberry container and handed it to him so he wouldn’t forget it. Yamada said thanks again, only more subdued this time, his good mood now long gone. He pulled on his thin jacket and braced himself for the slight autumn chill outside.
“See you tomorrow,” he said. Takaki just smiled and waved in response as he climbed into his car. Yamada placed his strawberries into the basket of his bicycle, not feeling very deserving of the treat at the moment. He gripped the handles of his bike and closed his eyes for a moment. Positive thoughts, he reminded himself. He sat there on his bike a little longer without moving and just enjoyed the crisp air brushing against his skin.
But the sun was rapidly setting and stealing away all the light from the outside world, so he finally got moving and biked the few blocks back to his apartment. He found his roommate, Inoo Kei, a grad student at the local university, on the couch in a sea of notes and textbooks and blueprints. In the year that they’d lived together, Yamada had learned more about architecture than he ever needed to know. But he didn’t mind because Inoo was easy to live with. (Minus that one time Inoo had gotten so stressed out over his schoolwork that he snapped and angrily rearranged all the furniture in the living room.)
Inoo, who had apparently been napping in between study sessions, opened one eye once Yamada had closed the front door behind him. “Hi roomie,” Inoo said in a half-asleep still-groggy voice. “There’s take-out in the kitchen if you want that for dinner.”
Yamada was grateful that Inoo was always doing nice things for him, like sharing his dinner. He didn’t deserve that either. “Thanks roomie. How goes the studying?”
Inoo just buried his face in the couch cushions and whined, effectively answering that question.
“Well, good luck then,” Yamada chuckled, feeling slightly better than earlier, and disappeared into the kitchen to find his food. He nuked it in the microwave until it was steaming hot because after spending all day serving cold ice cream, he wanted something to warm up his insides.
Once he finished, he found Inoo snoring quietly on the couch. Yamada gently placed a blanket on the older boy and pushed away some notes in danger of getting crumpled up. He switched the main light off but left the lamp on the dimmest setting. If Inoo woke up later and wanted to go back to his bed, he’d at least have a little light so that he wouldn’t trip over his textbooks.
Yamada dragged himself to his own bedroom to settle in for the night. He was expecting another busy day at the ice cream shop tomorrow. There would hopefully be no time to think between scoping out servings and refilling topping containers. He could have friendly chats with all his customers and maybe see a few regulars as well. He sank into his mattress, curled under the covers, and then tried to forget about the problems of the past. He drifted off to sleep slowly. Positive thoughts, he reminded himself.
Your turn,
talisa_ahn
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Minus that one time Inoo had gotten so stressed out over his schoolwork that he snapped and angrily rearranged all the furniture in the living room ....haha orz this sounds exactly like my college roomie
wow, things are getting good! I can't wait to find out about this mysterious ~talk~ Yamada has to have !
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That's hilarious about your college roomie because my college roomie really did rearrange the furniture a few times while stressed out. But thankfully, she only did her bedroom and not our living room. lol
I'll try to make the next installment just as interesting~