☕︎𝐀𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭☕︎(𝑰𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒂 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚)

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★𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎★

Suga's Pov: 

The day is now very close to its end, and me and Yamaguchi are closing up the café. Me and Yams settled on making the cake for the owners in the new tattoo shop across the road. I decided I would bake the cake at home and Yams wold go into to work earlier then normal to decorate it. 

As the clock it 7pm, Yams grabbed his bag and said goodbye. I waved at him, and then made sure everything was turned off before grabbing my own stuff and leaving the café, making sure I locked it behind me. I then started to walk home. I live in a small, cozy apartment, 10 minutes or so away from the cafe. It's not one of the fancy, tall buildings in the city that cost thousands of money to live in. I wanted something simple.

 I turned the corner, and I could see the building in the distance. This was the more quiet part of the city. More actual houses and small, second hand shops. The people where more average and over all, it was more peaceful then the other parts of the city. 

I waved to the boys that where always playing outside whenever I came home. I gave them the usual donuts I always got them from the café since they would be hard and not as soft to eat tomorrow. It brings a smile to my face at how they look forward to the small treat every day. Sometimes I even kick the football around with them for a few minutes, but today I am rather tired so I didn't stay for too long. Small things like that make a difference. 

I then made sure to pass by Misses Nichols house to drop off her bread. When you're old and stuck to a wheelchair like her, it's hard to get out the house. So ever since I moved here, I always brought her bread from the café. I also always make sure to pet her dog too. 

I then resumed my walk home. I sighed as I finally got there. I opened the door and walked straight to the elevator. I clicked on the button to my floor, which was the 4th floor  and waited patiently until I was there. I then exited the elevator and walked down the hallway. I heard the usual shouting coming from the apartment of a young couple who had just moved in. I felt sorry for the girl, most of the times her partner isn't home and when he is, he always argue with her. At least it cheers her up when I go over to have some tea with her; she's a very sweet girl. 

I could never imagine not doing this anymore. Its been my routine ever since I moved here. 

My apartment door was the furthest down the hallway, and I grabbed the keys out of my bag when I reached it. I opened the door, and walked in, the warmth of my home inviting like always. I closed and locked the door behind me and then took my shoes off. I hung my coat on the coat hanger and put my bag on the floor next to it. I made sure to grab my phone and my ham and cheese pastry out of it first though. 

Then, I walked into the kitchen and sat down at the small table of four. I opened the brown paper bag and took a bite off my pastry. The flavour of the ham was barely visible over the strong cheese, but that's how I like it. I then grabbed the mail I had picked up from the door and started to open it. One was about some new government plan for the city; boring. The other was a letter. I ripped it all into pieces after I read who it was from. I then sighed and stood up. I walked to my fridge and pulled out a bottle of white wine. I opened it and drank from it directly. 

"He really doesn't take the hint that I don't want to talk to him anymore." I mumbled, before downing the rest of the wine in the bottle. 

I threw it into the bin and then sat back down on at the table, eating the rest of my pastry. After I was done, I walked to my room. I grabbed some clothes and walked into the bathroom. I had a quick shower and then got into the clothes. A white shirt, and some sweatpants. Cozy and comfortable. 

I brushed my teeth, tied my silver hair back because even though it wasn't very long, I was still able to tie it back and make sure it's out of my face. Besides, I need to go bake a cake so it would get in the way. 

Walking back into the kitchen, I grabbed my recipe book. I flicked to the cake recipe, and started to get all the ingredients needed. After I got them all, I started to get to work. Eggs, sugar, milk, flour, baking powder and more. I mixed them all in a bowl, and even added some chocolate chips into the cake mix. When I was done mixing, I poured them into two cake tins and put them in the oven to cook. 

While the cake was in the oven, I decided to sit in the living room and watch some TV. I texted Yams to ask if he got home safe and he did, which was a relief. I went back to watching TV, and after 50 minutes, I went to check up on the cake. It was nearly done so I left it in for another 15 minutes before turning off the oven and taking out the cake. 

I left it to cool on the counter and then I turned all the lights in the kitchen and living room off. I walked to my room and got into bed. I made sure my alarm was on before I turned the lights of and tried to fall asleep. 

Tomorrow I do this all again because this is my routine. This is my life. It has been like this for the past 2 years. I like it like this...but I would be lying if I said I didn't get bored sometimes. I wish something would change. Doesn't have to be big, just something. 

And that's how I fell asleep, thinking of change. 

----The Next Day----

I groaned as my alarm blared loudly through my room. I waved my hand around my bed side table until I could feel my phone. I grabbed it and turned off my alarm. I sighed and then slowly got out of bed. I walked to my wardrobe and pulled out some clothes.

 Light, blue denim jeans and a mint green off the shoulder sweater. After putting the clothes on, I walked to my kitchen. I had a lot to do before leaving for work.

I packed the cake in a container so it would be safe on the walk to the café and then I poured some vanilla yogurt into a small bowl. I mixed in some fruit; strawberries, blueberries, raspberries and then sat down to eat it. After 5 minutes or so, I was done. I washed the bowl and spoon, and left them next to the sink to dry.

 I then walked back into my room and into my bathroom. I brushed my hair and then brushed my teeth. I put some light makeup on: eyeliner, blush and mascara before leaving. I grabbed my phone from my room, opened the curtains to let the light from the window come in and closed the door behind me. I walked to the kitchen again and put the cake inside a bag. Finally, I walked to the front door, put my shoes and coat on, grabbed my work bag and cake bag and left. 

The walk to work was peaceful. There was barely anyone around at this time so the city was quite quiet. It was a rare sight, so I made sure to enjoy it every morning. When I was walking down the long road which my café was on, I saw a figure outside of the café. As I walked closer, I could tell it was Yams. The white colour of his hair that peak from under his green hair could be spotted anywhere. He waved eagerly at me as I finally got to him. 

"Suga! Good morning!" He said, helping me with the cake bag. 

"Good morning Yams." I said, smiling and grabbing the café keys out of my bag. 

I opened the café door and we walked in. Today is just another normal day.