Forgotten (mha, Dabi)

The cashier

I was in the shop, trying to find all of the ingredients needed to do Soba. I found a pack of Soba noodles and then went on to try to find soya sauce, dashi that I found in a bottle and some mirin. He didn't specifically say what to put in it, so I went on with whatever I thought could fit. I first got some shrimps and then I went to the vegetables. The shop wasn't huge but there was enough vegetables left. I found some seasonable mushrooms since it was autumn soon, some sprouts, radish and cucumber. That will do it.

I put everything down to pay. The money was already in my hand, as I counted how much is needed for payment. The cashier raised an eyebrow as she saw the amount of stuff I bought today. Considering how we usually buy precooked meals or things that don't need much effort to prepare, she must have been very sceptic whether we even have a house, considering she did realise we're poor. She just assumed that we'd beg for money for at least one meal everyday and that we're actually homeless.

"Put these things back." She grunted.

"Why?" I asked as I was about to hand her the money.

She raised an eyebrow and she was  very much irritated. In a grumpy voice she said: "You poor thing, you definitely don't have money to buy all those things, or even cook them. So no."

My heart dropped.

"But I have money." I muttered.

"You stole it didn't you! You thief!" The woman said.

"No I didn't!" I cried. Fuck, I thought.

I need to find an excuse.

"I-I... I am not buying these things for myself." I stuttered. "There is this kind lady who offered me a meal so she send me to buy the ingredients and she'd cook it, that's what she told me!" A sparkle of hope was left in me. I promised him to do Soba, I can't come home emptyhanded.

The cashier angrily frowned. Her eyes flickered in anger and frustration. She knew by the law she doesn't have evidence whether I stole or not. So she couldn't even announce me to the police for theft. She yanked the money out of my hands and counted it carefully, so she wouldn't miss a single dollar.

"39... 40..., 41..., 42..., 42,.95 $. You're lucky this lady is helping you, you dirty and ugly rat." She shoved my bag with the food and the change money into my arms.

"Next time I'll call the police and make sure you're not lying." She growled.

I nodded and immediately left as quick as possible, feeling very frightened and guilty. The cashier wasn't wrong. We're technically stealing.

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oh holy fuck, that was close wasn't it, yeh?

Man I dont know i feel like i lost my writing superpowers

anyways its fine the next chapter will be fire again

:P

also

about the lady cashier bitch

what do you think of her?

this is the second chapter where Y/N talks to her

What do you think, will she play an important role to the story or nah?

hehe