DONUT SHOPS CRUSH AND BOUQUETS. . .

"'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions,

Wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine

And I see forever in your eyes
I feel okay when I see you smile."

dandelions : ruth b

— crush stuff gooey fluff
— wow that rhymed
— DONUT SHOP! AU

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Once again, Amane found himself trudging towards the all-too familiar Donut Shop owned by a lovely duo (who bickered so much that Amane actually doubted that they were even a couple in the first place), where he would be able to find his donut shop crush, Yashiro Nene. The pretty girl with such a sweet personality, sweeter than the donuts they sell.

(And that's saying a lot because donuts are Amane's favorite food).

No, Amane did not know her name by asking, and no, there wasn't a tag. He had just gathered the information from all the moments her fellow workers would call her. Yes, that's how many times he had visited the cute shop. Is he ashamed of openly ogling his crush? Yes. Will he ever stop? No.

His feet dragged him inside, heart beating so loud it was the only sound his ears heard. It echoed in the back of his mind, judging him silently.

"Welcome back!"A voice squeaked from beneath.

Amane looked down to see a pink bunny-like creature, greeting him with an elated jump. And although the Mokke lacked showing emotions, Amane understood that the Mokkes enjoyed his company.

(He remembered the first time he met the Mokkes — it wasn't pleasant at all). And he wasn't exactly alone, either; new customers that would check out the place would almost die from a heart attack when greeted by. . .the creature-thing.

But that was also the same day he met Yashiro. He remembered walking into the shop, expecting a normal bakery, with normal staffs, along with normal food — but no! He was greeted by a lovely angel! He felt like he was floating the whole time they were talking (if it could even be considered as that), her voice accompanied by a choir of random women that appeared out of nowhere.

She said they made the donuts themselves (and his was specially made for him since their best baker, Kou, was absent at the time).

Amane didn't know it was possible to make donuts even tastier, but Yashiro proved him wrong for so many times.

Amane was truly, madly, deeply in love with the girl, and it hurts sometimes — it's painful to know that he's wrapped around her little finger, and she's only a crush. A stupidly cute crush.

From the corner of his eye, he noticed a blond staring at him curiously as he said his usual order, lips pursued, eyes calculating. Then he turned away when Amane turned to him.

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"I'm right," Kou said to Mitsuba without any context, who was frosting the donuts busily, tongue stuck out in concentration.

Mitsuba paused and turned to Kou, eyebrows raised. "About the regular customer crushing on Daikon-senpai or that emo-spider and Yako-nee-san purposefully made sure our shifts are always together?"

Kou turned red at the mention of the two owners being sneaky and sending them knowing smirks. "You idiotic girly-face, the first one, of course! We already know the answer to the second one anyway! That couple never minds their own business." He grumbled the last part.

Mitsuba turned quiet, his hands still busy, but his mind empty. "Don't you think it's time for one of then to man up and just confess? I'm pretty sure Daikon-senpai also has a crush on him."

"Yeah," Kou sighed.

Then, as if on cue, the door opened, the familiar bell ringing as a ravenette entered, steps light like the expression on his face. The two watched as he all but jumped over to the counter where Yashiro stood.

"And there he goes," Mitsuba muttered, his pink eyes trailing after him. He grabbed something from the counter carefully wrapped in their packaging and walked over to Yashiro and Amane.

Kou frowned and walked after him. "Wait, what are you doing?"

Mitsuba stayed stoic. "I saw Daikon-senpai prepare this earlier, and the only donuts she ever prepares is for him."

"Oh! Here—" Yashiro, who was in the middle of the conversation, jolted and whirled around, only to be stopped by Mitsuba and Kou a already beside him.

Mitsuba handed the package of donuts to Amane, a small smile on his face. "Here. Daikon-senpai made it, don't worry."

Amane seemed utterly confused but still thanked him and took the donuts, all the while Kou was panicking, face pale, and Yashiro was frozen on the spot.

"Mitsuba, it's her customer!" Kou sputtered.

Mitsuba turned to Kou. "Why not? They like each other, we both know that. It's not like I'd interfere anyway, we're dating already—"

Kou whacked him on the head. "That's not what I meant."

"Owie!" Mitsuba whined, clutching his head. All of them turned when they heard the bell ring, and Amane leaving — or, more like, running away.

Yashiro sighed. "Maybe next time."

Kou weakly hit Mitsuba again. "Stupid."

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The next day, Amane couldn't stop smiling, butterflies flying wild inside his stomach. His twin brother had to slap him on the head because he spaced out during class and didn't even notice. That's how bad Yashiro's effect was on him. And he intended to stop being a coward.

And so, once again, Amane found himself trudging towards the all-too familiar Donut Shop — but this time, with a bouquet of roses and violets. (Those were not cheap, but he'd spend all of his money to make his crush happy). He stepped foot onto the shop, eyes locked on the one and only Yashiro Nene.

Below him, a Mokke nodded its ears (?), and said, "good luck."

Amane smiled and skipped over to Yashiro, itching to just get everything over with. "Hey."

"Amane-kun, hello!" Yashiro beamed a smile, so bright and wide Amane almost forgot what he came for. But it's set in stone, he won't back out. No matter how much his brain wanted to. No, shut up, brain, Amane scolded his brain.

"Is he really gonna do it?" He heard someone whisper; Mitsuba, maybe. Amane might give him a few words later.

"He better." That was definitely Kou.

"So, Yashiro." Here goes nothing. Amane gave her the bouquet of roses. "Roses are red—" then he gave her the violets— "violets are blue—" he breathed in deeply— "I've always wanted to say, I am sorta, kinda, in love with you."

Yashiro exploded into a bright red, lips gaping open and close like a fish, eyes hazy. Amane bowed. "My usual, please," he casually said.

And then he left. How strange.

Of course, Yashiro came chasing after him, his pre-pepared order in hand. She all but slammed the order down on the table where Amane was gonna sit on, and stood there, still a blushing mess.

Amane eyed his order, finding something strange with the packaging. He then realized, on a separate small paper, there was a set of numbers that were messily scribbled.

He looked back up at Yashiro. "Wait, really? That pick-up line worked?" What a miracle.

Yashiro rolled her eyes. "I liked you from the start, Amane-kun. But, like, the pick-up line is cute, too."

And their story just begins there.

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Requested by: maplebell

Love your Daisuke pfp btw, but Haru is my king. Thanks for requesting! This idea is very adorable ❤️

I've been writing too much cheesy Amane, but, like, no one's complaining so—

Thanks for reading!!! 💕