Copy-pasting from the original post like the lazyass I am...

Fandom: tech!AU
Pairing: seemingly one-sided DeiKanky
Prompt: D-- ‘Date’
Disclaimer: .................. No. Just no.
Note: This is just a rough draft... It’s everything I had on paper with no changes... I may edit this into epic awesomeness later, but for right now, I’m just glad that I got something done...

To Mandi: Did you actually think I’d do the A-Z challenge in order? Hahahahaha! Giggle with me at how awkward Kank is toward someone he likes.



‘Date.’

No, that wasn’t what they were on. This was merely them gathering for conversation. They were paying for their own coffee, so that didn’t count...

...But he couldn’t stop staring at his friend, damn it.

“...Do I have something on my face?”

Kankuro blinked for a few moments, and when Deidara’s question finally sunk in, he shook his head.

“No, your face is fine...”

“Well, it’s just...you’ve been staring for a few minutes...”

“I’m...sorry...”

He really wasn’t sorry. He was only angry with himself for being caught.

“It’s okay... I’ve been staring too, so I don’t mind...”

Oh god, this man was far too nice.

The next few minutes were awkward and eventless until a waitress came over to them and set a platter of steaming coffee and muffins down at their table. Kankuro glanced over at her in confusion, while Deidara simply watched the redhead.

“Hey, we didn’t order—”

“Oh, I know. They did.”

The waitress pointed behind her at an old couple who waved and smiled at them.

Oh, god. Kankuro sunk down in his chair out of embarrassment after he’d followed her finger. His face rivalled his hair and his eyes were downcast. Oh god, oh god, oh god.

Deidara blinked over at Kankuro before smiling at the waitress. “Tell them we said thanks.”

Oh my god.

“Hey, Kankuro...”

Kankuro’s eyes immediately shot up at Deidara’s soft tone. “...What?”

“Don’t have a heart attack, okay?” Deidara smiled across the table at him.

Shit, he’s too nice.

Kankuro nervously licked his lips and nodded. “I’m trying...”

I can’t have him... He can’t have me... He needs someone nicer, younger and prettier, and he’s more than likely straight...or I’ll turn him straight like everyone else... ...Hell, I shouldn’t even be drinking this because it means that this is a date, and this is most definitely not.

“I’m sorry... This seems to have turned into a date...”

“It’s fine...”

No it was not.