𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗔𝗟 𝗕| 𝗕𝗟𝗨𝗘 𝗟𝗢𝗖𝗞 𝗔𝗨

𝟭𝟰 |𝗞𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗶 𝗖𝗮𝗳𝗲

 Early in the morning, you spent your time studying for once. This was a great excuse to get out of doing jobs for the garage and King Card. You managed to cram in a good chapter's worth of Algebra. But when it came to reading Kanji, it was a whole different concept for you. You didn't have any trouble reading Katakana and Hiragana due to the straightforward it was. Kanji could be read in different ways that were somehow too confusing for you to understand. You've already made the same mistake of referring it to something else. You were close to throwing the textbook out the window, call it a day and sleep.

"How the hell does that mean sweet? It says right here it means too sweet?! What's the bloody difference," you yelled out in frustration. Your hands were tangled into the strands of your hair. The textbook was sitting on a bookstand while pieces of loose paper were spawned across your desk. Your notebook had little notes and drawings in the margins. In summary, it was total chaos. Out of nowhere your bedroom door swung open, the hinges almost were ripped from the door frame. You snapped your head in the direction of the door. Luckily it wasn't the cops that broke into your house for doing something illegal. Rather it was your mother. You attempted to hold in your laugh just looking at how ridiculous your mother looked. With a bunny bunny-themed headband that held back her hair while she held a bottle of facial cleanser.

"What's the problem," your mother asked. You stifled your laugh trying to take breaths, instead, it came out with chokes.

"A Kanji problem," you answered with a few wheezes.

"Oh I ain't good with that I think you're better off learning from someone else," she says, squeezing a drop of cleanser into her hands. "I think you should try studying in a change of environment. Maybe that might help."

"You just want me out of the house to have your me time," you retorted. She rolls her eyes, gently rubbing the cleanser into her cheeks.

"No because I could hear you screaming from the bathroom and the neighbours will come knocking on our door demanding absolute silence," she responded. With a sigh, you started to put some of your books into your bag alongside your laptop and a couple of pens.

"Fine I'll take your suggestion," you groaned. Your mother smiles closing the door behind her. You went over to your wardrobe and chucked on a pair of denim pants and a thrifted Harley Davidson jumper. Once you were finished changing you made your way downstairs to the exit. Finally, you left the house. A couple of adults were walking around the street. You still never got tired of the cars passing down the street. Most of the cars that drive past were old models, which could be replaced with body kits. You believed that those cars were worthy of being fit in a race back in America.

While getting lost during your walk, the world felt like it was passing by you or rather went too fast like making a movie fast forward to watch the good bits. Then a place caught your eye. To those who didn't look at something close enough, people would think this place was like every normal cafe out there. Which added to its charm. Without any step of walking away from it, you entered inside to find a couple of adults drinking their cups of hot beverages. The place had tones of brown which gave it a comforting feel. The furniture was rather worn out with the wooden tables chipped from its corners. Overall, it was somewhere you were willing to study.