Glowstick

Chapter Three

"-The mall was so packed yesterday-"

It was day seven of the pink girl coming into The Bean since making her promise. She came at the same time every day, calling Akari's name until his uncle boss got annoyed and told him to get her to shut up. So here he was, on his break, listening to the girl rant. Well, not really listening, just letting her talk her head off until he had to go back to work. Today was suppose to be his day off, but since it was Friday, some of the other employees like to call out "sick" just to have another day off. He never really got a day off because of this.

"-And you wouldn't believe who I ran into!"

"oh my,"he said, his tone was bored," who did you run into?"

"My old classmate from middle school!"

"Uh huh, that's nice." He started playing a game on his phone while Mina was petting a cat that had just jumped on the table.

"I almost didn't recognize him because he dyed his hair red and styled it, but it made him look so cool!"

"I bet"

"Oh speaking of him, apparently he did the entrance exam too. But He wasn't in the place where I took it. Probably because they don't want people you went to the same school team up or what ever." please shut the fuck up.

"That sounds like U.A."

"So what school do you go to? You're alway here so i didn't know if you were homeschooled or not."

"Oh, yeah I graduated early. Just wanted to work to save for college."

"Wait how old are you anyways? you literally look like a middle schooler."

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. He got that a lot. "My birthday is in a few months, but I'm technically still 22."

"Ew I can't believe you're older than me! There's no way you're that old!"

"That means when im 50, I won't look a day over 30." He said sarcastically, which seems to be the only emotion that Ashido gets to see with him. She saw him talking to his cat with that tone one day so it must be his go to when talking.

He was about to make her leave before she looked at her phone fir the first time since she got there a few hours ago.

"Well, I gotta get going, homie. Mom said my U.A. results  came in like, since this morning. Oof."

"See you. I guess you'll tell me how you did tomorrow?"

"You bet! Later old man!"

Akari let out a breath of relief with the energetic pink girl finally left. Luckily, it was getting near closing time and not that many people came in at 5pm, so it would be slow until 9. But he could finally relax.

He was the only one that worked for the rest of the night. Everyone else had clocked out and went home with their cats, give or take a few that were his uncles that he now had to watch over, which was onky two. Though, his cats were more mannered than his own so he only had to worry about him for the rest if the evening. Speaking of...

"Dr.Pickles, where the fuck are you?" The white haired male muttered to himself. It was dinner time for the feline. Usually the tub tub would be at his feet by now  clawing at his pant leg until he got fed, but he was no where to be seen. He wasn't in the kitchen. He wasn't in the supply closet where they kept the litterboxes and extra cat food. He definitely was not on top of the pastery display counter because Akari would've spotted him quickly. So where could he be?

He wondered around the dinning area of the cafe slowly, not really in a rush to find the cat anyway. If he was late to food time, then the bitch could starve a little longer. Both of his Uncle's cats were cuddled on one of the couches, so he ruled Dr.Pickles out of cuddle time. He wasn't a fan of other cats that were smaller than him aka all cats. He suddenly got an idea on where to look in his head.

"Why didn't I think of that earlier?"

There's a corner in the back of the dinning area that didn't have any lights. One day the lights over there went out and no one every bothered to replace it. Not like the customers complained. Some like dark secluded places. And in this case, Dr.Pickles was a cat who loved chilling in a dark comfy place. He made his way over to the said area, opening the can of cat food. A chirp was heard but the familier plomp did not sound.

"Damn, you're really going to make me walk all the way over there? So lazy."

As he got closer, he heard snoring. Oh god, someone was here the whole time listening to hin talk to himself, well.. they guy was asleep in a sleeping bag so teeeechnically  that doesn't count. He stood in front if the barely lit corner, spotting a figure on the couch with wild hair, and a cat perched on his lap.

but he did not expect who the person in the sleeping bag was.

a/n: The inspiration for Dr.Pickles is my cat Turbo lmaooooo. He's not as fat as I make him out to be because he gains and looses weight like all the time but he's old so his metabolism is slowing down and because he doesn't have that much crackhead  energy anymore.