it's still You 【BoBoiBoy】

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The events from that day haven't left your mind. At all.

There are times where maybe, just maybe, you'd be better off imagining the whole interaction as some dream you had this morning. Entertaining the thought doesn't sound too bad. Perhaps you can pretend you chased Gopal around with your powers in hopes he'd repent for the embarrassing position he placed you in too?

Maybe you can do that after you finish grabbing everything on your shopping list.

You sigh, scanning the long piece of paper once again. The weight of the shopping basket ready to snap your arm off its socket as your free hand scratches the back of your head.

"Seriously, why am I doing this on a weekend...?" You mumble through your tired conscience. Another yawn escapes your lips. Being the only one in the grocery store aside from the cashier doesn't lighten your mood either. "Especially so early in the morning. Whoever wakes up and buys ingredients at this time are crazy—"

"Oh, (Name)! Nice to see you this early!"

Your face twists in surprise, recognizing the voice of the crazy person who wakes up around these hours on the weekend shakes all the z's off your body, and you turn around. Adjusting your weary vision to the sight, from the dark blue and white get-up alone, it doesn't take a genius to guess who it was.

But it does take a good solid minute to guess why he's here so early.

"BoBoiBoy... Taufan? What the...?" You must still be dreaming. Yeah. That must be it.

The wind element bounces over, an overabundance of energy impossibly radiating off him in the changing hues of the sky, and his grin aligns perfectly with the joy in his eyes.

"What's up? Shopping?"

Scratch that — you aren't dreaming. Your heart racing through your ears is proof enough thanks to his hand on your shoulder. This is all too real for you at these early hours.

"Uh, yeah." Forcibly blinking away your sleepiness, you pull away a little. "Mom wanted me to run her errands since we ran out of ingredients."

You miss the way his smile fractures at your gesture, but it fixes itself when you rub your eyes with the back of your hand.

"Ohhh." His gaze falls to the basket hanging off your arm. "Do you need help?"

You shake your head. "Nah, it's fine. I'm almost done anyways. Just gotta find one more thing on the list and I'll be good." This lets you shoot a questioning glance back at him. "Speaking of, what are you doing here?"

"Just the usual!" He points over to the rack.

"Newspapers again? For the shop?" He nods. "I thought there were still enough yesterday."

Taufan rubs the back of his neck. "The Cendawa people and Tok Kasa really like reading what's on there so we run out pretty easily!"

"Oh. It's amazing how you can get up this early all the time and still have this much energy."

"Eh? It's not that early?"

You deadpan, "the sun isn't even out yet."

Taufan giggles when his eyes trail outside to the pitch black shade fading into indigo, scratching his cheek. "Ah, sorry. I'm pretty used to waking up now so that I can help Tok Aba set up the shop."

You huff another tired yawn behind your hand. You give him a small wave with the other. "Don't sweat it. I'm just—" you stifle the second yawn that comes quicker than you anticipated, "—not a morning person."

The amount of talking and thinking you're doing this early isn't good for you, you swear. Though it could've been worse.

The urge to drop your basket right there and then has been poking at you. Instead you focus your gaze over to the newspapers stocked up. "Don't you need to get back to the shop soon? I don't want to hold you back."