Daigo has a favourite barista, and he's not sure how to be subtle when he's so obviously lovesick...

[ a littol au i indulge in to cope with all the bad shit Daigo's been through. he's a silly little guy !! normal world, no magic, even though he thinks there is ]

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Daigo was up all night, again. This was becoming a terrible little habit of his -- always pulling all nighters, switching between researching and carving like a routine.

Luckily, he knew a *wonderful* little place nearby that could give him the caffiene fix he needed to make it through the rest of the day (after an hour long nap, of course).

Well, the coffee wasn't even the part he cared about. It was overpriced, mostly sugar, and not even that good. No, it wasn't the coffee that kept him coming back.

It was *you*. You were usually stationed at the counter to take orders, and you worked almost every day. He was pretty sure you were a manager. It didn't matter, all that mattered was that you always remembered him. You would see him walk in, greet him by name, and input his every day order with a smile. A smile he would kill to see every second of his day.

He was obsessed with you, to put it simply, because it was *far* from a simple crush.