Heights. (Sugawara Koushi x Male!Reader)

You love everything about working at the petite, hole-in-the-wall café at the edges of a bustling city, from the quirky customers, classic decor, and ivy coating the brick walls outside.

Well, almost everything.

One thing you absolutely loathe, however, is the chestnuts.

The chestnut tea is a surprisingly rarely ordered item at your establishment, and you do absolutely everything in your power to avoid suggesting it. On the chalkboard menu, it is one of the last things listed, and in the tiniest font you could have managed.

Ever since the incident in which squirrels ravaged the shop, your boss insisted on putting them on the highest shelf possible. You try to argue that squirrels can actually climb shelves, and the fact that the chestnut jar has a heavy lid on it should be enough to stop them (you also think of mentioning that no one should be letting squirrels inside in the first place, but you let the thought slide).

Last time you took them off the shelf and kept them on the counter, your boss and his neat freak personality nearly had an aneurysm.

What problem do you have with chestnuts, anyway?

Oh, yeah.

You're short. Shrimp-like, even.

The two workers you always share a shift with always force you to get the chestnuts when the time comes, and you can never say no. Kenji can never be bothered to, and while Nami's helpful enough, she freaks out over anything relatively dusty.

So you continue to be the one to grab the chestnuts, always having to use one of the café's rickety chairs. If you didn't love this place so much, you swear you'd sue for unsafe working conditions.

When the café gets full, you often have to borrow a chair from someone's table, or worse-- a chair that someone's sitting on.

Luckily, the chestnuts haven't been much of a problem for you recently, as your store just released a different line of drinks.

That is, until he showed up.



Silver-haired and innocent-looking, though with a mischievous glint in his hazel eyes, you first notice the man giggling as you struggle to keep your balance grabbing the chestnuts from their top shelf.

He catches on quickly, continuing to order his infamous chestnut tea and watching you frantically reach for the jar. He offers the chair across from him with a bright smile; one you can't help but be charmed by.

He's not exactly the tallest person in the room either, but he still practically towers over you. And when he's feeling nice, he'll help get the chestnuts himself (though he thinks it's cute to watch your arms raise high above your head, face strained in slight frustration as you do so).

You enjoy watching as he hums away, typing away at his thin laptop as his eyes flicker from side to side in thought.

He approaches you and orders his second tea of the day just as you finish placing the nuts back on the top shelf. You nearly sigh in exasperation, but you can't get mad at him, and he knows it.

All you can do is let out a small laugh as you blush, and climb the chair once again.

Only this time, it's more wobbly than usual, one of its legs settling between wood panels in the floor, and you begin your fall to your death--

-- only you don't hit the ground, because the silver-haired man is right there to catch you.

You fall bridal-style into his arms (which are much stronger than you had originally thought) and look up to see a slight grin on your saviour's face.

"Th-- thank you, uh..."

He chimes in without skipping a beat,

"Sugawara! Most people call me Suga."

"Ah, Suga. I'm--"

"You have a name tag, you know, (Y/N)?"

All you can do is nod as he places you down gently and you hug the jar of chestnuts to your chest. You turn to return to the kitchen, but not before gathering up the courage to tell him,

"H-hey, Suga! This one's on the house today."



Suga isn't at the café the next day, but right by where you always climb to get the chestnuts, you find a light pink stepping stool with a note scrawled on a post-it.

(Y/N)! Call me, 70 8848 6244!
I like you a latte.~

You fold the paper neatly into your pocket, realizing that all of a sudden, you have a major craving for the taste of chestnut tea.