do you know that feeling of suddenly writing something but that you aren’t even half-way there and you just lost all ability to continue? yeah sometimes i’m like that when it comes to stories. so here’s a male!hinata x sasuke coffeeshop/college au fic i was writing but somehow lost inspiration to finish.
that’s what they call him – the coffee shop prince.
and although he never outright said that he is, whenever uchiha sasuke entered their petite corner café, he somehow carries with himself an air of regality and a face that can launch a thousand wet panties and it’s hard to actually work when you’re the one of the only two workers of the store and 90% of the customers that actually visited where only there to obsessively stalk and watch uchiha sasuke sip half of his americano and then suddenly leave along with 90% of their customers.
mind you, those customers didn’t even pay yet had the audacity of coming inside just to watch him do absolutely nothing but breathe and drink coffee.
what hyuuga hinata believes is that uchiha sasuke is just a pretentious college undergrad who dresses up like a fresh-out-of-uni professor and lives in a penthouse on-top of a five-star hotel and probably goes to school in a limo and has his own entourage.
sadly, so does hinata. but hinata’s on the extremely shy and humble side of the heir spectrum and so he really doesn’t have the nerve to wave it around everyone’s faces that he comes from a rich family.
he’s working in a café for crying out loud!
and it isn’t because he had a falling out with his own father that he is now forced to live in a tin can of an apartment and working two part-time jobs at day while struggling to get straight as in biology classes at night to keep his tuition at bay and his scholarship intact.
nope. hyuuga hinata, heir of the multi-million dollar hyuuga enterprises, wakes up a week before his high school graduation, musters up all his strength and courage and screams to his father before he left for work in a helicopter, “i’m not going to rely on you any longer. i’m going to become independent and achieve my own dreams, by myself.”
and although his father didn’t actually hear it (because of the helicopter), his father did mail him at least 3-years worth of allowance, a lease to an apartment near his university of choice, a list of available high-paying jobs he can apply for, and his credit card in case everything else falls short.
hinata never accepted it, although he did take maybe a quarter of that allowance, the rest of which he kind of hid it under his mattress in an apartment he thought was cheap and small, applied for a job he thought he might excel in, and mailed back his father’s credit card with a letter explaining that if he was going to live independently, he’s really going to live independently.
so no, hinata doesn’t have the nerve to wave her father’s wealth like that. but to say he doesn’t have the nerve would be an understatement. rather, it was pride that hinata continue working two jobs at morning and going to school at night. pride from being humbled by the circumstances of life after living in the bubble that everything’s going to be all right as long as dad is there and then suddenly popping that bubble and realizing once again that it’s actually really hard and you sometimes wish you haven’t done what you did but you’re already in your second year of college and at the moment everything seems to be running exactly as hinata thought it would.
and then uchiha sasuke enters the coffee shop at his usual time, along with 700 of his admirers, and hinata could just feel that something’s going to go wrong.
tenten nudges him with her elbow, telling him he just has to take the stoic prince’s order now. hinata glares at her, screaming refusals because the last time he did (which was also his first time), hinata only received cold glares and a low growl of a “americano and make it quick i’m busy” which resulted in him stumbling to finish his order in a busy day, slipping on a wet floor, and accidentally dropping the hundred-degree hot coffee on his crotch, to which he received nothing but curses of death and threats of suing and if it wasn’t for tenten’s quick thinking and ability to come customers down, hinata would have lost his job, and everything else that would follow if he has.
do you know that feeling of suddenly writing something but that you aren’t even half-way there and you just lost all ability to continue? yeah sometimes i’m like that when it comes to stories. so here’s a male!hinata x sasuke coffeeshop/college au fic i was writing but somehow lost inspiration to finish.
that’s what they call him – the coffee shop prince.
and although he never outright said that he is, whenever uchiha sasuke entered their petite corner café, he somehow carries with himself an air of regality and a face that can launch a thousand wet panties and it’s hard to actually work when you’re the one of the only two workers of the store and 90% of the customers that actually visited where only there to obsessively stalk and watch uchiha sasuke sip half of his americano and then suddenly leave along with 90% of their customers.
mind you, those customers didn’t even pay yet had the audacity of coming inside just to watch him do absolutely nothing but breathe and drink coffee.
what hyuuga hinata believes is that uchiha sasuke is just a pretentious college undergrad who dresses up like a fresh-out-of-uni professor and lives in a penthouse on-top of a five-star hotel and probably goes to school in a limo and has his own entourage.
sadly, so does hinata. but hinata’s on the extremely shy and humble side of the heir spectrum and so he really doesn’t have the nerve to wave it around everyone’s faces that he comes from a rich family.
he’s working in a café for crying out loud!
and it isn’t because he had a falling out with his own father that he is now forced to live in a tin can of an apartment and working two part-time jobs at day while struggling to get straight as in biology classes at night to keep his tuition at bay and his scholarship intact.
nope. hyuuga hinata, heir of the multi-million dollar hyuuga enterprises, wakes up a week before his high school graduation, musters up all his strength and courage and screams to his father before he left for work in a helicopter, “i’m not going to rely on you any longer. i’m going to become independent and achieve my own dreams, by myself.”
and although his father didn’t actually hear it (because of the helicopter), his father did mail him at least 3-years worth of allowance, a lease to an apartment near his university of choice, a list of available high-paying jobs he can apply for, and his credit card in case everything else falls short.
hinata never accepted it, although he did take maybe a quarter of that allowance, the rest of which he kind of hid it under his mattress in an apartment he thought was cheap and small, applied for a job he thought he might excel in, and mailed back his father’s credit card with a letter explaining that if he was going to live independently, he’s really going to live independently.
so no, hinata doesn’t have the nerve to wave her father’s wealth like that. but to say he doesn’t have the nerve would be an understatement. rather, it was pride that hinata continue working two jobs at morning and going to school at night. pride from being humbled by the circumstances of life after living in the bubble that everything’s going to be all right as long as dad is there and then suddenly popping that bubble and realizing once again that it’s actually really hard and you sometimes wish you haven’t done what you did but you’re already in your second year of college and at the moment everything seems to be running exactly as hinata thought it would.
and then uchiha sasuke enters the coffee shop at his usual time, along with 700 of his admirers, and hinata could just feel that something’s going to go wrong.
tenten nudges him with her elbow, telling him he just has to take the stoic prince’s order now. hinata glares at her, screaming refusals because the last time he did (which was also his first time), hinata only received cold glares and a low growl of a “americano and make it quick i’m busy” which resulted in him stumbling to finish his order in a busy day, slipping on a wet floor, and accidentally dropping the hundred-degree hot coffee on his crotch, to which he received nothing but curses of death and threats of suing and if it wasn’t for tenten’s quick thinking and ability to come customers down, hinata would have lost his job, and everything else that would follow if he has.
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