𝙛𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙮-𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 - ᴛᴇʀᴜ & ᴀᴋᴀɴᴇ

STAGED SMILES ARE A BIG NO-NO. . .

"Well, he said:

There's nothing like your smile
Sort of subtle and perfect and real

He said:

You never knew how wonderful
That smile could make someone feel."

if i could tell her : dear evan hansen

-Not really an au because it's literally canon i mean what-

- warning! Language! They have such filthy mouths tsk tsk
- wattpad why :( I can't upload a header anymore :(

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Paparazzis had filled the entrance of the small (and usually uncrowded) building, each one of them having blindingly bright flashlights from their cameras, screaming from left to right; and it made Akane nauseous. But now that Akane thought about it, everything made him nauseous.

Akane, employee of the month of the Kamome Cafe, had been suffering from the chaos for about 30 minutes now - and it just gets worse each second that passed.

"What's happening?" Akane finally asked his co-worker, Yashiro, who was busy texting in her phone. She looked oddly sullen, compared to her usually cheery personality that Akane was used to. "Wait, why do you look so depressed?"

She lifted her gaze and nonchalantly stared at the angry-looking (mob) crowd, chanting shouts as if they're starting a revolution. She heaved a sigh and visibly slumped; a stance Akane doesn't usually see Yashiro make - which means it must be something big if it can spur such a reaction.

"Minamoto Teru happened," she answered, then went back to her phone.

Akane wanted to scold her for it, but then again, it's not like they had a customer anyway. There was a huge crowd outside. (Read: outside). But they all seemed to be focused on something else.

"Minamoto Teru," Akane parroted. The name was somehow familiar, but no face came to his mind. "Who's that?"

"A celebrity." Ah, that explains it. Akane had probably seen the name from the headlines.

Akane turned to her. "Then why do you look so sad? Aren't you usually all over those famous guys? Or is he not a celebrity?" He asked, pecuilarly persistent for some reason. He may sound annoying, but he is curious of the person who started this (revolution) riot that just ruined his day.

"He is! A celebrity, I mean!" Yashiro said, her eyes sparkling. "There was news that he was seen entering this stupid Cafe, but no one is even here!" She fumed. "Now they're confused and mad, and I'm sad." She slumped again, a groan leaving her lips.

If Amane, their manager, had seen her state, he would've forced her to go clean the bathrooms. Actually, no, Amane would make Yashiro clean the toilets either way.

"Poor you," Akane said without any sympathy at all. Yashiro rolled her eyes and went inside the cafe's staff room.

"Psst!"

Akane's eyes flitted to a (rather tall) guy dressed in a white hoodie, with a black snapback, shades, and a mask. Suspicious, Akane thought and narrowed his eyes at him. The guy removed his mask and sheepishly grinned, leaning towards the counter even more as if he was trying to get hide his already hidden face.

"Yes?" Akane asked, tone dripping with menace, glasses glinting. Though Akane was the employee known for being polite and hard-working, he didn't tolerate nasty-looking customers and never bothered to give them a second glance.

The man removed his glasses, revealing his obnoxiously icy blue eyes - Akane felt like he was drowning in his orbs for a moment. Did people just get gifted with naturally pretty eyes and eyelashes? Akane was sort of jealous.

Akane furrowed his brows. "Do you need help or something?" He inquired, sounding exasperated. Whatever this suspicious customer's deal is, he needs to spit it out or Akane would snap at them. The angry crowd outside didn't help.

The guy seemed surprised for a second - a flash of amazement, too. "Thank God," he muttered. "I really need help." Why did he sound relieved? Bold of him to assume Akane would even help him.

Customer service is strictly about food, not personal problems. Akane wanted to tell him that.

"Are you going to order or what?" Akane was surprised at how harsh he sounded. He didn't mean to, though, really. Kind of. Sort of. Maybe.

Fortunately, the stranger didn't seem to mind his sudden hostility, judging from the smile that bloomed on his face. Did the guy love rude people, or is he some sort of masochist? What the hell is wrong with him? Akane grew more suspicious of the stranger.

"Can I hide over here for a while? I'm sure the crowd will be away soon, and if they do, I'll order. I promise."

Akane already wanted to refuse the moment the blue-eyed stranger opened his mouth, but there was a strange glimmer in his eyes that caught the redhead off guard. What was that? Did he seem. . . excited? Excited to piss Akane off? Surely that's the only plausible reason because he's really testing Akane's patience today.

"First of all, that's against the rules," Akane began, sounding professional. Like a killjoy. He didn't know why his heart ached when the boy's face fell, blond bangs drooping. "And why are you even hiding in the first place? Are you a criminal or something?"

It was the stranger's turn to frown. "What? No! I just really need to get away from the paparazzis. Can't you at least let me in for a few minutes?"

Akane had to look away from his pleading puppy eyes. Is he an actor or something? He's able to exaggerate emotions so hard that Akane almost gave in - out of pity, of course! Wait, Akane suddenly thought, looking back at the handsome blond, did he say he needed to get away from the papara-

Yashiro, who had a drink on her hand that she must've made out of boredom, stepped out of the room, her eyes flickering to Akane and the stranger, back and forth. She dropped her drink along with her jaw. "M-M-Minamoto-senpai!? She screeched.

No way.

"You've got to be kidding me."

The aforementioned boy gave Yashiro a charming grin, the latter swooning immediately at the sight of it. So damn fake, Akane thought. He shyly waved at her. "Ah, hi. I guess you recognize me, huh?"

"You have got to be fucki-"

"Language, Akane-kun."

Akane froze at the voice of Amane, a lilt in his tone. Akane stood still as Amane walked up to them, his footsteps the only sound that echoed in the room, accompanied by the faint chatters from outside.

"Ah, if it isn't Minamoto-senpai!" Akane beamed at him, but his threatening smile betrayed him. "Nice of you to drop by here."

Teru spoke, "I just-"

"Yashiro. Go meet outside," Amane commanded. "Help me get that annoying crowd away, will you? Your celebrity crush here needs help."

Yashiro, being the naive girl she is, believed Amane's words and didn't bother to doubt his underlying intentions. Well, why would she when her celebrity crush is right there? Might as well give the jealous boy the benefit of the doubt. "Okay! Just for Minamoto-senpai!" Then she skipped away, trailing after Amane.

Akane turned back to Teru, his face blank as ever. "Sorry about that. I guess you pissed our manager off. He played favorites, so seeing how Yashiro-san is head-over-heels for you, he must've gotten jealous."

Teru nodded, his infamous smile still plastered on his face. Akane's eye twitched at the sight of it.

"Stop that," he demanded.

Teru tilted his head. "Stop what?"

"Stop smiling like that. It ticks me off," Akane said.

"Sorry. . ?" But he was still smiling like that.

"You know what I hate the most, Minamoto-san? When people put on a fake smile and a fake personality." Akane gave Teru an expectant glare. "If you feel angry, then look angry. There's no here you need to impress, Mr. Celebrity. Stop the act."

Teru chuckled, but at least, Akane felt that it was genuine. "Is that so?" He mused.

"That's more tolerable, at least," Akane grumbled. He gestured at one of the customer tables nearby. "You can go sit down, there's no need to hide anymore."

Teru breathed out a sigh in relief and followed Akane, plopping down on the cushioned seat with eagerness. "Finally, some time to relax," he murmured under his breath.

"Is there anything you want to order?" Akane asked. There was no need to shout, it was just them, after all.

Teru looked back at him, the smile creeping back up on his face. "Anything you want to suggest?" What a weirdo, Akane thought.

"Depends. Are you in a hurry?"

Teru made his head rest on top of his hands, watching Akane with curious eyes, a goofy grin on his lips. "I think I'll stay for a bit more."

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Requested by: niseikoi2

Thank you for requesting these two 😤❣️ Honestly love chapters that features both of them because it's so amusing haha

Celebrity! Teru? You mean he isn't a celebrity already-- :00 kidding, kidding.
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f Teru ever retires from being an exorcist (which his highly impossible, but we'll take that 0.01% chance) he can become a successful model


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