Fourteen days has passed after moving into the house, you unfortunately didn't have time to completely unpack all of your boxes and arrange your stuff where you want it to be.
Today was Thursday and the day to get yourself ready to work at your full time job as an office worker. Wearing your suit for work, you arranged your custom designed tie neatly, and adjusting it a few times while staring yourself at the mirror in the bathroom.
You can see the obvious dark circles under your eyes. A tell-tale sign indicating you're lack of sleep and showing how tired you are by your facial expression. Which made you frown. You stayed up working at a late shift hour in your part time job, resulting you to ruin your sleep schedule of an eight hours of sleep.
You only had two hours nap before your alarm went off. It was too bad you forgot to buy a new concealer last night, even worse, you couldn't find your cosmetic bag this morning.
What a bad day for you.
You let out a sigh and watch yourself as you fix your H/C hair with the help of the mirror. Hoping to not look so clearly terrible and the verge of sleeping. Then you glance at your wristwatch for the time.
Right now the time is showing it's seven fifty. A bit early to go to work as you usually clock in at nine but you were okay with that. It only means you have time for a quick breakfast and caffeine drink.
You might be able to stop by your favorite coffee shop that helped you through college years when you needed the best caffeine drink and snacks. You also knew of the employees that worked there, all already familiar with you and your orders.
You can see yourself in the mirror, the corner of your lips threatening to form a small smile at the thought. Once you double checked your appearance, looking decent and not dead tired as you appeared first when you got in the bathroom.
You made your way out of your bathroom and to your front door after making quick assurance you had your wallet, phone, and keys in your pockets.
You looked back at the time, it is only seven fifty-four a.m.
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It wasn't long till the coffee shop is in the vision of your sight as you continue to walk. But on your way there, you could hear a rushed and heavy footsteps behind your back.
Before you could even quickly move to give the person space. You were forcefully push on the ground by the person. Yet you failed to notice one of your pocket shifting when he bump into you.
Your once clean and ironed pants, now suddenly wrinkled and dirty from the dirt and rocks. Some got on your suit as well. "MOVE OUT OF THE FUCKING WAY!"
The warning came off late as the stranger who scream, was the person with the heavy footsteps and shoved you to the ground. In the corner of your eye, you saw something fall from the stranger's hand and onto the concrete floor.
As much as you want to confront the person, they were far out of your reach now. Their figure coming smaller and smaller, with bright turquoise colored clothes and long blonde hair blowing in the wind. You made a mental note to remember those features.
"Th-that fucking bastard." You heard a familiar strained voice approaching you, coming into a complete stop, heavily breathing, and wheezing to catch a breath for their lungs.
"Are you.." a quick pause to breath once more, "You okay, Yoshikage?" You cringe at the sound of another wheeze and look towards to face the voice. "I'm fine." You only respond with that to the person in front of you.
You can see a hand holding out and waiting for you to grab it. The owner of the hand was a man who had an interesting buzzcut hairstyle. Wearing a casual black v-shirt, the shirt seemed to have spots of drenched sweat from the running. Paired with a short red leather jacket, and striped trousers.
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Soft Kitty, Warm Kitty, Little Ball of Fur | - JJBA AU
Random- Imagine this, you believed you're satisfied with your life, working at a tolerable job enough to pay bills, owning a two story house, connecting with a few acquaintances but not too much that would cause trouble, and generally treating yourself af...
