Scars || T. Oikawa Spin-off

7| "Lonely"

   "Where are you going!" Ayame yells loudly, causing me to jump. A few more feet and I would've made it to the door without anyone noticing. Oh well. I guess beggars can't be choosers. 

   The only people that are in the dorm hall as of now are Ayame and Hanako. The guys are all out doing their own thing for the afternoon.  

   I turn round slowly, hands in the pockets of my gray hoodie, "Work. Some of us adults have to earn a living," I mock, rolling my eyes at the pink-haired person. 

   They scrunch their face up at me, slightly twisting their stool, located under the island table, "I don't like what you're implying there, Mi-Mi." 

   "I didn't ask you to," I retort, turning back to the door, going to open it. 

   "Why are you always so mean to me!" They whine. 

   Hanako, who's sitting next to them, hits them over the top of the head, "That's enough, Ayame. Let Mia go to work," She insists in a mature tone. 

   "Fine..." 

   I sigh, walking out of the door, but before it closes, I hear both Ayame and Hanako call out to me, saying, "See you when you get back!" 

   For some reason, a feeling ignites within me. No one's ever said that to me before, and those words seemed to come so naturally to them. My heart starts racing as I walk down the long, spacious hallways. It almost feels like I'm floating. 

   "See you later," I whisper. 

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   I work at a small bakery between the college and Fukurōdani Academy, which is within walking distance. N/n and I came here once after a game but never came back because "their strawberry cake wasn't good enough." I saw the girl eat four full boxes of strawberry pokies within the span of a half-hour and puked it all up afterward. She had the vibe of a genius, but in reality, was a complete moran: Probably still is.

   "Fujisaki, dear, could you get the pastries out of the oven, then take over the register for me," My boss asks. She's a cute, little old lady that I completely forgot the name of, and it's way too late to ask.   

   "Of course, Ma'am," I respond with a fake, shiny smile. 

   I walk to the back, taking some tongs; pulling the pan out of the oven. I put it down, revealing a bunch of sweet-smelling milk bread. 

   I walk back to the front, displaying them in the glass. 

   N/n and I used to bake together all of the time, so I got pretty good at it. Before that, I gave her father food poisoning twice. N/n beat me, though. She got him sick a total of five times. Poor guy trusted us enough to handle his meal after he threw up the last one. No, I take that back. He didn't trust us, but he loved N/n too much to turn her down. 

   Once I'm done displaying the milk-bread, I hear a ding come from the door, indicating that someone entered the store. 

   "Hm, Mia?" A familiar voice calls. 

   Oh shit. 

   I look up to see Akira standing at the door, his eyes filled with shock.

   "You work here?" He asks, walking up to the register without picking anything out. 

   I roll my eyes, "No, I walked in here, grabbed a uniform, and started baking for them out of the kindness of my own heart. Of course, I work here," I sneer, crossing my arms over my chest. 

   He looks at me with a blank expression for a moment before returning to his narcissistic self, "Aww, well, isn't that adorable. I'm sure you'll make a lovely little maid one day," He says, walking off to get a tray and pick out the pastries he wants.