After school ended you promptly packed up your things and made your way to the train to ride home. You had previously scheduled it all out. School ended at 3:30, you would get on 4:00 train, try to finish as much work as you could on the train, make it to the apartment at 6:00, clean and set out dinner, be done with that by 7:00, do any remaining homework or rest, go to your job at 8:00, get back at 1:00, try to get at least 4 hours sleep before you had to get back up at 5:30, and repeat.
Since it was only the first day of school you didn't have that much work, and you finished whatever homework you had to do on the first half train ride. This left you with an uncomfortable urge to do something, anything, just something. You would play a game on your phone, until you remembered you couldn't afford a phone.
The apartment wasn't that dirty so you only spent 30 minutes tidying up. You opened the almost bare cabinets, and started to think what you could make. You proceeded to make a simple miso soup, which you could reuse for breakfast in the mourning.
You finished at around 6:55. Mikko-san came home at 9 so you could afford eat. You only took enough that Mikko-san wouldn't notice, but to you the small amount of food felt like a feast. You greedily slurped down the delicious broth, wishing you could have more. But you were content with the warm feeling it left in your stomach.
By 7:30 you had absolutely nothing to do. You had dusted every surface of the apartment, mopped the floor, done all the laundry, the entire apartment was practically glowing. You laid down on the sofa that was currently your bed and sighed. You turned on turned on the tv and watched some show mindlessly until it was finally time for you to go to work. Begrudgingly, you left the comfortable spot on the couch and left to go to work.
You silently did your job. The old goat was always going on about how you should be more welcoming but you really didn't care. Did he pay you this month? You weren't sure, but you've done a lot of overtime. And you had to take care of him when you was wasted. You really deserved a raise.
Right on cue the old goat entered the store.
"What are you doing here old goat"
He walked you on the head with his cane and said, "It's my store, and I told you to stop calling me that, brat."
You called him old goat because of the slight goat mutation quirk he had.
"How could I do that when you've been oh so cordial to me." You said with sarcasm and a straight face
He only gave a "baaah" in reply. You almost snickered.
"So, you going out to get shit faced again?"
"You know it! Hopefully I'll come home with a nice lady friend."
Sometimes he was a womanizing bastard, but he still employed you nonetheless.
"I pity the fool who decides to sleep with you"
"Have some respect, I'm your elder and your boss."
"Ah, so you finally accept that your old."
This rewarded you another smack on the head, which didn't help your never ending migraine.
"Old goat, you should spend less time drinking and more time paying me."
"Baaah, here ya go, brat"
Your eyes scanned the wad of cash he tossed at you.
"This is more than normal?" You stated with a questioning tone.
"Well you've been doing your job . . . not horribly"
"Aww, are you complementing me?"
"Shut up, brat."
With that he left to some hole in the wall to do some less than heroic deeds, and you continued to do your job with no other unforeseen occurrences. You put some cash in the register, grabbed some groceries, and headed home.
When you got to the apartment Mikko-san was already asleep. You threw away the beer bottles, did the dishes, put the groceries away and went to the sofa. You pulled the comforting, black jacket around you like a blanket, you hugged the broken stuffed bunny close to you chest and tried your hardest to will yourself to sleep.

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Stormy Mind
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