coffee and chairs :: byakuya togami x reader

You just wanted to go into Costa for one day. Just for one coffee, and then you could go. You needed some chill coffee time after all. Well, it didn't look too busy from the outside, so it wouldn't hurt to go inside, right? Right foot, left foot, repeat that mechanism until you entered. No problem here at all.

Until you actually saw the inside. It was packed. No, literally, the queue nearly went up to the door, and everyone was sat at tables with not a spare one in sight. Not to mention the noise of everyone talking and some yelling, which would probably give you a headache later. Your brain told you to turn around right now before it was too late. However, your heart was like ‘nope, you need that coffee immediately’. With a sigh, knowing you'd give in to the temptation of a Costa coffee, [favourite coffee] to be specific, and joined the back of the queue.

How long was it that passed until you got to the front? If you were to guess, it would've been at least twenty minutes, maybe more. But you did it in the end. Holding back to urge to actually kiss the coffee cup, you walked around, looking around for a seat to sit on. You wandered around for about five minutes not finding anything, until one empty chair caught your eye.

As you walked over to it, you noticed it was on the same table as a boy, not much older than you but quite mature-looking, opposite him and unoccupied as the boy simply read a book on his own. The book was some sort of boring non-fiction work; something about architecture. You placed a hand on the top of the free chair and opened your mouth to speak.

“Can I have this chair please?” You asked.

The male, who had blonde hair and glasses, decked out in a suit and keeping a slightly irritated look on his face, simply glanced up at you for second, his eyes looking you up and down, before his lips curled up in what appeared to be digust as he carried on reading. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. What the heck was that look meant to mean? Shrugging, you started to pull the chair out anyway, until a pressure pushing down on it prevented it from moving. You looked down, seeing that the male's fancy shoes were placed on the chair.

“Um, hello? Can you not see that there aren't any other chairs and this place is too packed right now?” You inquired, giving a bit of attitude.

He looked up with an annoyed expression, glaring at you with bright cerulean eyes with fairly long eyelashes. “I'm resting my feet. Leave.” He spoke in a low, monotone voice which held no emotion in it whatsoever.

“What do you mean, ‘leave’?” You asked, scoffing.

“What? Are you deaf or just an idiot?” He questioned, lifting a slender finger to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“Look, dude, I just need to sit somewhere. I've been waiting in that damn queue for nearly half an hour and there is no where else to sit. I won't even bother you! What's your problem?”

“I'll repeat: I'm resting my feet. Now go away.”

A low growl erupted from your throat. He was being awfully selfish for no valid reason, and that royally ticked you off. You ran a hand through your hair in irritation, taking a deep breath and attempting to convince him again.

“Okay, but I really need to sit right now. From the second I woke up this morning, it has been my goal. Please can you move your seat so I can sit?” You said quietly, giving the male puppy eyes.

“I understand that there are no other seats in this place, however my feet are occupying this chair and therefore you cannot have it, so do me a favour and get out of my face, plebeian.” He replied, rolling his eyes at your desperate attempts to own that chair. You clenched your free fist and waved it at him angrily.

“Oh, that does it, jerk! Give me the chair now!” You hissed, forcefully throwing his feet off it, quickly pulling it out and sitting down.

“Tch. Brainless moron.” The blonde-haired boy said, closing his book, standing up and picking up an important-looking briefcase. Only then you noticed how tall he was. Giving you one last disgusted look, he sauntered out of the coffee shop, leaving you alone at last.

Well, that was weird. He didn't put up much of a fight after you actually got the chair. You observed the side of the table which he sat at. There was an empty coffee cup, along with a small piece of paper next to it. Curiosity kicked in, and you leaned over the table to pick it up and have a closer look. It read: ‘Byakuya Togami’ followed by what appeared to be a phone number. That must've been a business card. Hang on, did he leave that there on purpose? He better not have done. Although, you were too angry to even notice him put that there a second ago. Staring at the idiot—Byakuya—'s piece of paper, a small yet mischievous smirk graced your lips. You slipped it into your pocket, a ton of ideas filling your head. This was going to be good.