How Fortunate It Is, To Have You.

how fortunate it is, to have you.

thoma is inazuma's most eligle bachelor, i mean, he's got everything down- from looks to smarts to housework, there seems to be nothing that phases him. well, there isn't, unless that something is his classmate (and crush of, like, seven years), in which he then finds himself less of a put together barista and a schoolboy in sixth grade again.

thoma x gn! reader. coffee shop! au. thoma's a mess but we love him. ♡s & ↻s appreciated! a/n at the end but this is for @kkayn! happy hols!

“hi! welcome to komo-” when he whirls around, bright, customer-service smile ready to dazzle someone with his wit & charm, he wasn't expecting you to be standing there, basked in the light of a winter afternoon, staring thoughtfully at the menu above his head.

calm down, thoma, it's just y/n- my god, it's y/n! wait- put down the cup before you fucking drop it & make a fool of yourself.

his suddenly shaking and sweaty hands set down the mug he was cleaning on the counter with a clink, opting to set his hands against the familiar grooves & dips of the cashier screen instead.

“hi, um, welcome to komore teahouse! how can i help you?”

he flashed you his best grin, although he doesn't really have to try, as he realised his jaw is starting to hurt from how hard he was smiling once he spotted you.

“wow, thoma, i didn't know you worked here. do you run this place by yourself?” you smiled back at him, and he swears the room suddenly got brighter, you can't do this to him- he'll go blind!

so that's why ayaka gasped and suddenly dipped into the backroom, she must've spotted you from outside the window... she's never going to let this one go, thoma.

“i'm the only one out here right now. usually there's other people too.”

he replies, face heating up as you lean forward to get a better look at the menu. when you draw back you watch him fumble with those really gorgeous eyes he could get lost in... focus!

“anyways, i can, uh,” he stammers, attempting to find something to do with his hands. is it too awkward to pick up the mug again? or should i just keep it like this? am i gripping this too hard?

“can i get your coffee? i mean do you want drink? want cup? i-... thirsty?”

you laugh, and he hears wedding bells & angel choirs (even if you are laughing at his expense).

“calm down, thoma, i'm not going to eat you.”

you puff out your cheeks as your eyes scan the menu again, and his heart almost jumps out of his chest, and he's pretty sure you can hear the comical BA-DUMP, BA-DUMP of his heart wailing & screaming and doing cartwheels.

“how about that one?” you point at the far right display board, and he can already see the curly script of ayaka's handwriting in his mind.

how does our barista see you? get them to choose a drink based on how much they like you (or not)!

“the one where i have to choose something?”

you laugh at his horrified expression, “yes, thoma, the one where you have to choose something.”

you lean on the table, hand steepled as you place your chin neatly upon them, eyes fluttering in pretend innocence as you stare up at him.

“how do you see me?”

THINK CAREFULLY, DUMBASS. THIS CAN RUIN YOUR RELATIONSHIP FOREVER.

“maybe... the chocolate mocha latte?”

ARE YOU STUPID?

he sees your eyes flicker over the board, no doubt trying to figure out what a chocolate mocha latte means. he watches as your face stretches from confusion into a cat-got-the-canary grin.

“maybe?”

“uh, no, you are.”

he flashes you his signature smile- the one grandma coos over and everyone in a five mile radius swoons over. might as well die on this hill.

CHOCOLATE MOCHA LATTE - I WANT YOUR SMILE TO LAST FOREVER.

“well, thoma,” you muse, seemingly unperturbed by his basically-a-love-confession answer, “i'll give you... a caramel expresso.”

a caramel expresso? but that's... he whips his head around to make sure he's not imagining it. but as he suspected, in pristine white chalk looped across the board accompanied with a crude drawing of a coffee cup-

“i love you?” he splutters, surely, you must mean something else-

“i love you too, thoma.”

you laugh as he turns as red his apron, eyes widen as he gapes at you, “how did you know?”

“about your pretty obvious crush? ayaka had enough, so she told me. but i guess i hid my end pretty well,” you cheekily smile at him, and lean forward to press your lips against his cheek, and he splutters, the normally all-competent & head-screwed-on-straight thoma reduced to a simple tomato, and even more adorable, it seems.

“so?” you question, but all you get in return as a series of frantic incoherent noises.

ah, you might've broke him.

hi @kkayn! i was your secret santa for this year. i hope you have a wonderful time with all the gifts you want <33 happy holidays!!! i hope this was to your liking mwah mwah.