For Matcha.

[thesettingsun]

[Dazai's favorite coffee shop was a small one, privately-owned instead of a hell chain like Starbucks. The coffee is a little more expensive, but also it doesn't taste like crap. Dazai orders the same thing every time, puts the same amount of milk and sugar in, and is never disappointed.

There's one other reason he comes here regularly-]

Good morning, Ango.

[-which is that he knows the cute guy in the leather jacket comes here at this time at least a couple times a week, and they've been flirting for ages now. Dazai doesn't even ask before he sits down at the same table as him.]

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[grandshitpost]

[ Ango, for his part, doesn't necessarily mean to be a regular. This place just happens to be near one of the best watering holes in the city, and when he wastes the night away doing something he won't remember in the morning, the cafe with the owner whose daughter he fucked that one time always seems to have coffee brewing.

He's mixing a slice of homemade cheesecake in his black coffee when the redhead sits at his table. ]

Good morning yourself. [ He smiles, looking at the redhead from over the rims of his shades. ] Got up bright and early just to see me?