Title: Out of the blue (One-Shot)
Author: Andy-chan (antimiya88)
Pairing: Sakuraiba
Genre: AU, Romance, Fluff
Rating: PG
Summary: Aiba Masaki, employee at the café of a multinational company, finds the courage and asks Yamamoto Hiroshi, the new staff manager of the company, who's occypying his mind months now, on a date, defying their social difference. To his surprise, the other accepted but when the actual date came he never showed up causing Masaki to receive mocking comments. He was ready to leave when a mysterious and attractive young man made his appearance in front of him and out of the blue pretended to be his late date. Would that date be a total failure or an ultimate success?
Disclaimer: I don't own Sakuraiba, they own me! :P


A.N. This small OS is based on this prompt, I saw yesterday on Tumblr! When I read it, the story was already formed... ;)







Masaki couldn’t believe that the man who had occupied his mind for more than four months now had accepted to go on a date with him. Working at the café of a multinational corporation in the heart of Tokyo wasn’t his dream but he never gave up. At least I have the chance to meet so many different people….
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It was a cold morning of November when he had met him. He was wearing an expensive suit and was holding a leather bag in his hand. ‘He looks so… important’

“Black coffee please”

“Of course. I guess a hot coffee is what you need when it’s this cold…” Masaki replied as he passed the order through his computer. The other merely nodded affirmatively. It was obvious that he wasn’t there for chit-chat but Masaki didn’t lose his smile. “A new client? I have never seen you here before…”

“No… new staff manager…” was the other’s reply before taking the coffee in his hands and leaving.

“Hey! Wake up!”

“I’m not sleeping Nino” Masaki defended himself to his coworker and friend.

“No… you’re drooling…” Nino said mockingly. “But you should wake up anyway… the guy is not of your level…”

“Who said that I’m aiming at him?”

“Just saying…”
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Masaki though couldn’t help but stare every time he entered the café and smiled widely whenever he greeted him. He had found out his name: Yamamoto Hiroshi. Sometimes, he would leave without saying anything else than a ‘good morning’ and sometimes, he would speak of the troubles at work or how he wished he could go on vacation, leaving all this stressful environment behind… and Masaki would always listen carefully. Without realizing it, he was falling deeper and deeper in love.
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“You can’t do that!”

“I can and I will!” Masaki snapped at his friend pouting. “I have to; otherwise I’ll go crazy…”

“Good morning Aiba-san. The usual please…”

Masaki passed the order and with trembling hands accepted the money. He took a deep breath and spoke before losing every single piece of courage. “Yamamoto-san… I… I know that we don’t know each other that well and that I’m… well… just working at this café but… I was wondering…” he gulped “Would you like if we went for a drink some time?”

What he feared the most happened. The other showed any trace of answering.

“I’m sorry… I… I have the tendency to speak without thinking properly bef-”

“Ok…” the other cut him off. “How about this Saturday night?”

“Eh?” both Masaki and Nino couldn’t believe their ears.

“Do you know the new bar that opened two blocks from here? ‘Diamond’?!” Masaki nodded fast. “We could meet there at eleven o’clock. Is that fine with you?”

Masaki could feel his heart jumping from happiness. “Yes!” he said, probably louder than he intended to. “I will see you then… Yamamoto-san… Have a good day!”

“You too, Aiba-san” the other man replied in an indifferent tone, leaving behind a dumbfounded Masaki.

‘I can’t believe he accepted…’

***

Masaki looked at his watch for the fourth time. It was 11:50. The waiter had come to take his order for the sixth time and Masaki tried for the sixth time to convince him to come later because there was someone that he expected. He could feel his throat getting dry. Fifty minutes?! Something might have happened… This is Tokyo… Everywhere there’s traffic… He will come…

He had tried to calm himself down and ignore the whispers that were coming from the tables around him. ‘The poor one… he was stood up… and he’s still waiting… how pitiful…’ Masaki tried to call Yamamoto’s phone but without success.

“Just where are you…?” he mumbled to himself. He started to realize that the other would not show up. “…You could have told me in advance if an emergency had come up…”

He was ready to give up and leave when he heard a voice behind him.

“Baby… here you are! Oh my God… I’m so sorry…” a young man appeared in sight. The problem is that he wasn’t Yamamoto. In fact Masaki had never seen him before. In spite of that, he sat casually on the chair across him and continued talking. “There was this car accident and I got stuck for more than forty minutes… I would have called you but my battery was dead…” he shrugged as he covered with his hand Masaki’s. “I’m sorry…”

Masaki couldn’t articulate a single word. The unknown guy had left him speechless. He kept looking at him closely. He was wearing a simple black shirt with the sleeves folded up to the elbows and a few buttons open, revealing a part of his collarbone. He had black hair that fell beautifully on his face. He had round eyes and full lips. There was something in him that made him look intellectual and sexy in the same time. In other words, he was beautiful. But what Masaki found the most attractive on him, was his voice. It was deep, yet calm, sweet and tender.

“We will have two beers please” the other gave the order to the waiter whose eyes were bulging.

“Very well, Sir…”

Masaki also noticed that the others from the tables close to them had also stopped whispering. When their eyes met, the other smiled and nodded, squeezing slightly his hand, as a sign of reassurance.

Who are you and why?

As the night passed, Masaki found himself, relaxing more and more and kept hearing the other man with great interest. Apparently, he was a journalist, specialized in historical reportage. As he spoke, Masaki could see passion in his eyes and smiled genuinely. He had turned out far more interesting than simply an attractive man. He didn’t know how he was supposed to thank him. It was because of him that he wouldn’t go back to his house crying his eyes out that night.

“Do you think it’s time to leave? I can see it in your eyes… You’re sleepy…” he said in a slightly mischievous tone.

Masaki bit his lip and nodded. “I guess you can see through me…”

“Oh yes…” he leaned closer so that their faces were now only inches apart “…that’s because I love looking at you closely” he pecked his nose and made a nod to the waiter. Despite Masaki’s protests, the unknown guy paid for both of them and not only that. He helped Masaki put on his jacket and intertwined their fingers as they were walking out of the bar.

Masaki felt his cheeks blush a bit and his heartbeat accelerating, especially when he caught others muttering how lucky he was or that even nowadays there are gentlemen out there.

They had just stepped out of the club when he saw the one he was supposed to meet; the only difference was that he wasn’t alone.

“Aiba-san? Don’t tell me that you were waiting till now?!” Yamamoto’s tone was clearly ironic. “I hope you got your answer… Other time please consider what you’re saying better when there’s the whole company there… I have an image to build… Got it?”

“What is it babe?” his company mumbled, clinging closer to him.

“Oh nothing sweetie…” Yamamoto pecked the other’s lips. “Just an idiot who thought he could ask me out…”

Masaki felt tears in his eyes but blinked them away. “I guess…” he managed to speak up when the other two had made two steps further. “I was stupid for asking you out… Yamamoto-san”

Yamamoto clicked his tongue but said nothing in return and left. Masaki was left standing at his spot with both his hands clenching into fists at his sides. “I am so stupid…”

It was then that he felt two arms wrapping around his waist and a head resting on his left shoulder. “No… It’s him who is the stupid one… Aiba-san… If I was the one receiving such an invitation I would make sure not to let it pass… Only an idiot would decline such a handsome and interesting man like you and only a jerk would treat you like that…”

Masaki turned slowly and looked at the other with questioning eyes.

The unknown man smiled. “I’m Sakurai Sho… Nice to meet you…”

“I’m Aiba Masaki…” Masaki wanted to say more but he couldn’t.

After a couple of minutes of awkward silence Sho licked his lips and smiled sadly. “I guess… I have to go… I had a great time tonight Aiba-san… Good bye!”

Masaki only blinked. He saw the man walking slowly away from him. You can’t let him leave… you idiot… you haven’t even thanked him! He started running fast trying to catch a glimpse of Sho. He stopped at the corner of the next road and finally saw him entering a car across the street.

“Sakurai-saaaaaan” he kept calling out loud, till the other turned his head towards him.

Masaki tried to ease his breathing. “I… I… had a great time too… I swear…” he bit his lips not knowing how to proceed. “Thank you for… for doing this for me…”

Sho smiled and lowered his gaze. “No problem… I couldn’t just stand there watching you like this… For me, someone, this sweet, deserved neither to be stood up nor to accept those mocking comments…” he tried to enter his car when Masaki grabbed his arm out of the blue.

“I… I really want to thank you…” he mumbled under his breath.

Sho muffled a laugh and grabbed softly Masaki’s chin, making him meet his eyes. “You do?”

Masaki nodded fast, feeling already his face burning from shyness.

“Give me your phone number…” Masaki did as he was told. “It’s simple… You are going on a date with me! A real date!”

“Wha- what?!” Masaki thought his ears were making fun of him.

“I knew that you should become mine from the moment I saw you…” Sho leaned even closer “So that you know… I don’t accept no for an answer…” he pecked, feather like, his lips and entered his car, lowering his window. “Wait for my call, Masaki” he winked at him and drove away, leaving an astonished Masaki behind.

Sakurai Sho… he thought and smiled.

***

“So… was your date a total failure like I had predicted beforehand?” Nino asked as he put on his black apron.

Masaki, who was already ready for work, was looking at his phone.


From: Sakurai Sho

Good morning sunshine!
Date: This Sunday
Meeting Point: Hachiko Statue
Hour: 11:00 am

P.s. Friendly reminder: You are obliged to come

Kisses you on the cheek,
Sho


He closed it and put it back to his pocket. “I’m afraid I will disappoint you Nino!” he said smiling widely. “It was the best date ever!”



THE END





 A.N. Sooo minna this was it! I know it's quite a simple story but after all the philosophy I read in the past few days, I needed some simple and above all fluffy Sakuraiba!!! :D


Hope you enjoyed it and as always your comments are <333!!!