Thanks for the request, I actually had quite a bit of fun with this one and can only hope I captured their personalities well enough. 

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Stepping up to the counter, Midorima is just about to open
his mouth when you say, “Tall latte, triple shot, dark with no foam and extra
sugar.” He blinks at your cheeky expression, suppressing a grin when you
whisper, “I won’t tell anyone you like it so sweet,” then wink. The wink is
enough to get his cheeks heating up but he quickly recovers, thanking you and
paying.

 “Strawberry short cake shake,” the next customer orders simply. 

Midorima spares a sideways glance at the male, eyes
narrowing slightly. This kid is always here at the same time as him. He notices
that he drops a rather sizable tip into your jar, waving away your protests
and saying, “Like I don’t know you need it.” Appalled at his candor, Midorima looks
at you but you’re chuckling, playfully whipping the towel from over your
shoulder at the teasing male.

Tsukishima moves on, taking a seat at his usual table near
the window, opening his homework and getting down to business. Midorima,
meanwhile, sits at his normal location ensconced in a wingback chair set in the
corner facing out towards the room, a book in one hand and his perfectly
prepared latte in the other. His eyes follow over the edge of his book as you
walk out the blonde’s order, smiling down at him and placing a piece of chocolate
cake on the table.

He’s close enough to hear you explain, “You gave too much
tip, this is my way of saying thank you.”

Gritting his teeth, Midorima tries to focus on his book,
startled slightly when you suddenly appear before him. Since when were people
able to sneak up on him?

“Excuse me? Sorry to bother you, but I made just a little
too much of another latte and wondered if you’d like a top up?” He looks to the
coffee carafe in your hand. At his nod, you lean forward, pouring the contents of
the pot into his cup. Standing back up, you offer a bright smile and nod of
your own before going back behind the counter.

The following week, Midorima surprises you by offering your
lucky item for the day. He covers his embarrassment with a slightly terse, “It’s
simple really, I mean, it’s a coffee cup after all.” But never the less, you
beam at the fact that he brought you a unique one, covered in cats (your
favorite animal).

As he leaves the line he hears, “Tch, you know she doesn’t
believe in that nonsense, right?”

Green eyes meet gold, narrowing as the basketball player
says, “How do you know? Have you asked her?”

The volleyball player rolls his eyes. “No, but you only
have to speak to her for a few minutes to realize she’s far too intelligent to go
in for such ridiculousness.”

Midorima clenches his fist, saying lowly, “Intelligence and
faith can co-exist, only someone truly ignorant would not be able to see that.”

Tsukishima scoffs but says nothing in return, electing instead
to spin on his heel and head to his normal seat.

After a few more weeks of both males obviously garnering for
your attention, they tire of each other, each believing the other to be
simultaneously annoying you and hindering the other’s progress. It comes to a head one afternoon as Midorima smacks his hand on Tsukishima’s table
before taking a seat across from him.

Cocking one eyebrow, the blonde asks, “What do you want?”

“Your incessant unwanted pursuit of ______-san needs to
cease,” Midorima says testily, “It’s blatantly obvious you’re not her type, so
why don’t you find another café whose doorstep you can darken?”

“Heh, like you’re one to talk, I don’t see her exactly
fawning over you, you overgrown weed,”
Tsukki snarks back.

“Are you kidding? She always knows my drink, always makes it
perfectly and typically brings
refills, only claiming they are because she “accidentally” made extra because she’s
shy since there’s no way she is frequently that
careless.”

“As if that matters. She remembers every regular’s
order, so yours is nothing special. Also, I don’t see her taking her lunch
breaks with you,” replies Tsukishima
smugly.

“She only does that because you help her with her homework,”
Midorima fires right back, “Don’t think I can’t hear your conversation, it’s
not that far from my seat to yours.”

“I’m not leaving,” Tsukki says crossing his arms and fixing
his opponent with a firm glare. The two males stare one another down, each unwilling
to back down.

Finally, Midorima says, “This is getting us nowhere, let’s
settle this here and now.” Looking up he catches your eye, indicating he’d like
to speak with you. Holding up one finger, you nod. Turning back to his unwanted
company, the green-haired male smirks. “Now we’ll see,” he says as you make
your way towards them. This is not how he’d wanted this to go but he’s tired of
this waif impeding the peace of his favorite café.

“Funny, I didn’t think you two were friends,” you remark reaching
their table.

“We aren’t,” Tsukki confirms, cheeks tinting pink because he
knows what’s coming.

“Ok,” you say drawing out the letters then look back at Midorima.
“Is there something I can help you with?”

“Yes,” he says looking up at your face. “We’re in a bit of
debate and hope you can clear something up for us.”  

“I’m intrigued, how can my infinite wisdom assist you
gentlemen?” you ask smiling.

“We were wondering who-“ Midorima begins but is cut off by
the sound of you squealing in delight, attention out the window. Turning
around, his teeth clench at the sight of Imayoshi Shoichi, one hand shoved
casually in his pocket and the other out with his finger crooking in a come-hither
motion to you.

“Sorry guys, one minute,” you say hurriedly running out the
door. Both males watch as you fling your arms around the third-year point
guard, lips planting on his in a swift kiss of greeting. As he hugs you,
Imayoshi sends a wide smirk to the occupants inside, clearly understanding the situation
he came upon.

Both males eyes widen when you grab who is clearly your
boyfriend by the hand and pull him in with you.

“Sorry,” you say a bit breathless, “I just got so excited.
Shoichi-kun, this is Tsukishima-san, middle blocker of Karasuno’s volleyball
team and this-“

“Oh, I know who he is sweetie,” Imayoshi comments, his arm
snaking around your waist, eyes hidden behind the glare of his glasses.

Unaware of the tension among the three males you turn your
attention back to the seated basketball and volleyball players. “I’m sorry, what
did you want to ask me, Midorima -san?”

“It is of no importance,” he says brusquely, standing up and
walking to his seat. Gathering his book bag and lucky item (for all the good it
did him today) he strides out of the café, unsure he can come back given your
taste in men.

“Is everything ok?” you ask worriedly as Tsukki also makes
his way to leave.

“Yeah, sure, see you in class,” he says then quickly makes
his own exit.

“I hope I didn’t offend them, I was just so excited to see
you Shoichi-kun,” you say softly, eyes full of worry.

“Don’t sweat it sweetie,” he says kissing your temple, “they’re
just poor losers.”

“What did they lose?” you ask confused and he just smirks,
finding it so funny that for being so intelligent, you can be so oblivious
sometimes.