Introverted|Strawberries & Cigarettes (Sebastian X Reader)

Chapter 1 | pressure

Winter 27 // Y/n's POV

My muscles ached, spending my entire day just sitting in a desk chair typing wasn't so great for my posture.

There was a genuine pain most wouldn't be able to notice when staring at a bright screen endlessly till night.

I hate this job, but it was the only thing keeping a roof over my head.

Can't say the food was bad but it was definitely frowned upon...

Instant ramen wasn't so healthy to have every day was it..? At least I drank what seemed to be gallons of water to wash it all down.

Somehow the hope I had for the world as a kid, faded when taking the opportunity for a job at Joja.

Man was I an outgoing kid before...

At least I think so..

I hardly remember what it was like back then.

A sudden wet, cold feeling stung on the back of my neck.

I yelped as it sent shivers down my spine causing me to sit up from the accidental slouch I had been sitting in for about three hours already.

It was only the start of the day and it was already hard to keep awake.

"Y/n, Are you okay?"

Turning around, I met eyes with Gracie.

She's been one of my best friends for what felt like forever.

Though it was a bit irritating when she'd surprise me like this... she giggled at my sudden increase in volume and I sighed and spun around in my chair seeing her resting her head on her arms as she stood over my cubicle with a soda in her hand.

"Yeah I'm fine, just a little tired"

Actually more than 'just a little' but worrying Grace was never my goal in life.

"Not much sleep huh?" She pouted.

"Nah, stayed up too late" I gave out a small laugh, not wanting to reveal my marathon on anime in which was left unfinished.

"Wanna go get some lunch with me?" She offered with a tilt of her head, thank god she asked...

"Yeah.." I sighed, letting my muscles take a break when finally sitting back in the desk chair.

Grace smiled with the softest expression anyone has ever seen, though I never wanted to worry her...

I just know she's always worried for me..even when I tell her it's fine.

After a minute of rest, we got up completely, stretching ourselves from the aching.

Grabbing my phone, keys, and wallet, stuffing them into my backpack, Grace gave me a weird look.

"Have you ever thought of trying out purses instead of backpacks?"

"Nope, backpacks are what I've worn since I was a kid and it'll stay that way"

She shot me another confused look.

"Why?"

"I at least wanna keep one part of my youth"

And also because they were just more comfortable than having a strap on one side of your arm...

She nodded and looked forward to the cafe we usually hang out during break.

"What part of childhood did you use backpacks? I know damn well you despised school" Grace grinned.

She wasn't wrong... definitely had me there.