Note: I can't take the song serious, I didn't know what else to put💀
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"Now you're just somebody that I used to know"
"Hi welcome, what would you like?" you boredly state in your customer service tone you had practice nights before you started. You didn't bother adding energy to it, it's literally 3am.
Here you are working three in the morning at a 24 hour McDonald's, this wasn't the only job you had even.
You had multiple jobs obviously most didn't pay much since you didn't complete high school but you kept getting fired because of a certain curse you couldn't get rid of.
You were struggling, you hate how obvious it was you were struggling to survive even to your boss that's why she hired you.
A super cheap rundown apartment that you could barely afford and this job that barely pays for you to eat. Sometimes you have to hustle some money but reliving others pay and by that you mean getting rid of low grade curses.
Curses, the one thing you hated the most after spiders of course, being the reason you were in this situation because you absolutely hate being a sorcerer even though you had the potential to be the strongest.
All you could do was sigh because even now you will admit, being homeless barely having enough to eat is better than fighting those hell spawns.
You realize the person that just arrived walked hurriedly pass you into the bathroom, odd but better than serving them you'd prefer to scroll on your old Nokia phone than actually work.
Only a few minutes passed before another customer walked through the door causing you to groan in your head since you weren't allowed to show any displease to serve any customer.
Looking up to see the newcomer you actually decided to register their appearance in your head. Spiky white hair going up, a blind fold covering his eyes, sharp features, pale skin and a familiar uniform you couldn't quite pin in your head where you saw it before.
"welcome, what would you like to order" you speak in your customer service tone again, the man turns to you and approachs the counter just as he nears you have a feeling you've seen him before especially that uniform.
Once he nears the counter he stands still and puts his hand on his chin in a thinking position while leaning and assumingly squinting his eyes that you copy to try to remember him.
After a minute both you and the strangers eye's widen and gasp in recognition, his more of an excited happy tone while yours was dread and annoyance.
"satoru..""[n/n]!" you both say at the same time, Satoru pouted at the tone of your voice.
