Pinku Cat Cafe [South Park x Reader]

PC

TW: Slurs

    Pinku is still as busy as ever, which is a great thing but it's a little tiring. You're happy that Bradley is doing well with the customers, even if he was quite nervous about how he would do. It turns out that a lot of the customers find him cute with his almost identical outfit to everyone else's, save for the skirt. He's smiling more often, which makes everyone happy too.

    "Welcome in, masters!" You greet a rather large family. The father is tall and muscular, which is a little intimidating. What's even more intimidating is that you can't see his eyes, since he's wearing Oakley-brand sunglasses. The mother is smaller, but noticeably fit, with blond hair tied into a loose bun. The most jarring thing of all is the quintuplets that are in front of them! What a horrible labor that must have been! "Do your children need booster seats?"

    "Oh, no need. Thank you for asking," the mother smiles with a wave of her hand. You nod and lead the family to a nice, big booth where everyone can sit with one another. You hand everyone a menu, even giving the children one of the adult menus. You don't want them to think that they need a different menu just because they're kids. Besides, there are kids options on the back.

    "We just wanted to thank you for bringing Japanese culture into this town. We were just saying that we needed some more diversity in this place," the father tells you with a pleased smile on his face. His wife and the children nod in agreement.

    "Oh!" You blink. "It wasn't necessarily me. If you have anyone to be thanking, it would be Mr. Akimoto. This was all his and Lisa's idea. I'm just here for the ride!" Though you do appreciate this compliment from them!

    "We will thank him as well," the mother smiles, glancing down at the menu. "Can I ask what you would recommend in terms of food?"

    "Well, I think it all depends on your taste... but I always lean towards the curry," you suggest, pointing at the line in question. "It's quite good, and the shape of the rice is very cute as well."

    "This is what we truly needed. Japanese food isn't always about sushi," the father says a bit quietly. "Perfect. We'll all have that."

    "Yessir!"

    You walk into the kitchen and tell Yao what they ordered, to which he hums with a nod. He's a little more quiet than usual, which concerns you a little bit. You furrow your brow and lean against the fridge. "What's going on?"

    "Huh? Nothing."

    It's a lie. You can tell. "Yao," you say his name with a furrow in your brow. "I can tell that you're upset about something. You know I'll always listen to you. Tell me what's happened."

He sighs and pauses cutting the potatoes for his next batch of curry. "... I'm. I'm really happy that you're making a lot of friends, (Y/n). I really am, but at the same time it kind of... I don't know. It kind of bothers me. I've never been the popular sort so I thought you and I could be friends because we understood each other. But... now a bunch of the popular kids are getting to you and I'm scared that you won't want to hang out with us anymore. You know?"

You falter a bit. You had no idea that he felt this way... if you had known, you would make sure that he knew that you care deeply about him. You feel awful that you ever made him doubt your friendship. You approach him and hold his wrist gently. "Yao... I'm sorry I ever made you feel like that. I really do appreciate you and your friendship and I will make sure to show that to you. Okay?"

He's quiet for a beat of time. He looks at you with sad-looking eyes. He reminds you of a kicked puppy. "Do you really mean that, or are you just saying that to make me feel better?" He asks.