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004:wowow, kaoru has a criminal friend! ┊͙˚. TW | slight violence, blood, drug overdose, mentions of r*pe, character death, and su*cide
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shibuya's late evening is definitely kaoru's favorite time of day, mainly because evenings are peaceful and perfect for a nap. no school, no akkun's noisy friends, no chores, no mikey, just him and his long awaited peace and quiet.
if he didn't have any goddamn work shifts.
kaoru subconsciously let out a loud sigh as he slammed his head on the counter, glaring exhaustedly at the cafe's glass door. it had a flowery open sign that he really, really wants to flip. they barely had enough time to breath a few minutes ago as customers keep coming like bullets from a riffle.
"when does our shift end again?" he asked, making his new co-worker smile nervously. "in half an hour, kaoru-san"
kaoru gave her lazy groan in response as his co-worker laughed at him. her voice was smooth and sweet, like cotton candy. it subconsciously made him look up to the pinkette, who was happily wiping down the tables. how the hell can someone be that enthusiastic while wiping dirty tables?
"hina, why're you working here anyways?" he asked out of the blue, making her flinch. "mm, i just wanted to show my dad that i'm capable of taking care of myself!" she replied, and kaoru couldn't help but smile a bit at her response. it was way innocent compared to his.
"plus, there's something i wanna buy.." hina continued, a flustered smile on her face as kaoru hummed. "for hanagaki?" he grinned, and hina gave him a nod with slightly pink cheeks.
"what about you, kaoru-san?" hina asked back, eager to know as kaoru didn't exactly strike her as a hard working person.
"i'm working to bail my friend outta jail"
"e–excuse me?"
"yeah, my friend keeps getting himself in jail so i have to pay to get him out of—"
kaoru's story was cut off by a muffled, ear piercing scream as a teen with familiar faux blonde hair ran past their shop. he reminded kaoru of the characters in a thriller movie running for their dear life as a murderer chased after them with a bloody machete. "wasn't that hanagaki?"
