*sunday. 11:30pm
Sushi sushi sushi...sushi. I ran my finger along the frozen platters until I saw the one I liked. Sure, it's rather late. But i'm seriously craving some sushi and a horror movie. "That'll be $5.78 sir," A bubbly female extended her arm, and I placed my card between her fingers. "Thank you thank you!" She sounds annoying. I raised my gaze to search for her eyes. I found myself staring down at her, god she's short. A small framed, purple and pink haired girl stood behind the counter. Her gold eyes glazed with confusion, she held my card gently with two hands. "I'm very sorry sir but you're card isn't working, maybe I could get the manager for you?" My neck pricked with irritation. I glanced down at her name tag. Etsuko Ito. "I don't want the manager. I used to work here and he'll just wanna start a conversation. Try the card again dumbass," My reluctance was surely visible by now. The manager was a wrinkled, gray old bastard who was certain he was a father figure to me. The gold eyed female winced at my crude comment. "I'm sorry, dumbasses don't know how to swipe cards, but then again y-" Ito cut off sharply as a man wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "Now now, Etsuko. We value our customers, especially Katsuki Bakugou himself," God dammit. There's the old timer. Etsuko crossed her arms. "Yes, Mr. Sano," She handed over the card to him. Sano tried swiping the card, but the machine made a negative beep again. "I see the problem here. Why don't you two go sit down over there, this could take a while," The old man crinkled his nose while turning back the the computer. Dammit, I just wanted my fucking sushi. I shoved my hands deep into my pockets and snarled back, "Hurry up old man. I don't have all night."
"You're very rude," The small female had slumped down onto the floor in front of me. "I'm sorry I don't talk to losers," I placed my foot on her knees and pushed her backwards. She narrowed her eyes and scooted forwards to sit in front of me again. "Well, Bakugou, your not all that high and mighty either," She jabbed a finger towards my face, "I don...oh my god!" Her sudden shout drew a low yelp out of me, and I jumped a little. "What the hell?" I glared at the suddenly enthusiastic girl. "You attend the Elite Agent Training Academy! EATA of course! I've always wanted to apply there," She poked the symbol on my school jacket. I sighed and nudged her away. "Yeah, I do. But they don't accept idiots so that's one dream crushed," I glanced desperately at Mr. Sano, hoping he was almost done with my card issue. "I'm pretty good y'know. One on one combat isn't really my style, though I am an excellent stealth fighter!" She drew her fists up in the air determinedly and began boxing the air. "My goal is to at least be a third year there. And what are you, a second year?" I nodded boredly. "Expect to see me there, I bet I could take you on!" She lowered her fists and lied on her back with her arms spread. "So, Katsuki. You're a pretty gay man, aren't you?" She asked rather bluntly. My face leapt from my hand. "What the hell makes you think that?" A certain shark toothed male slipped unwillingly into my mind. I gave her a deathly accusing glare, and kicked her lightly in the side. "Ow! I meant the emotion not the sexuality. But now i'm guessing you are a gay guy," She snickered softly. That was a trick. She's pretty smart. "Don't call me Katsuki, asshole." I drew my knees up again and rested my arms on them. "It's alright Katsuki. I'm pretty gay myself, though I don't have my eyes set on anyone," She sat up and tightened the laces on her semi dressy army boots. "So who's the lucky guy?" She looked up with an unintentional glint of mischief in her golden eyes.
"There's not one. And if you don't stop getting on my fucking nerves and asking personal questions, i'll kill you," I grabbed the nearest magazine I could reach on the rack near me, and threw it at her. She swatted it away, but came into contact with her face anyway. "He- Woah! Stop that. But c'mon there's gotta be someone," She wasn't giving up. "We're not friends. Stop talking to me like we know each other," I stood up and stretched my legs when I saw Mr. Sano signal me over. "But we are friends now, right?" She kicked a leg in front of my foot, nearly causing me to face plant. "Fuck no. And watch where your sprawling, you could've tripped me," I stepped over her. "That was the plan," She yawned and remained on the floor. I ignored the nuisance and reached Sano. "I'm sorry, Bakugou. It seems your card has been declined. Actually, the last few purchases you've made here have not even actually been paid for. You owe almost $50..but it seems like your card doesn't work on this machine and this machine only," Mr Sano ended with good news. "$50? Hell..." I chewed the inside of my lip to hold back my explosive outburst. "No worries, Mr. Bakugou! You can pay that off by simply working one full shift here. 14 hours, of course," Mr. Sano gave me a crinkly smile. "You want me to work here? Again?" I wanted to kill myself just at the thought. It was total hell here, every employee was just so nice. It made me sick. Then again, Ito seemed like the biggest fucking asshole. Sano nodded. "You can work on the same shift as Etsuko. You two seemed to get along," he eyed Etsuko nearly napping on the store floor. I visibly cringed. "No fucking way i'm working with that loser," I gazed sickly at the female displayed on the floor. "Would you like to be sent to prison instead? You work this Tuesday, one of my other employees will be out that day anyway," Sano handed over my card and I snatched it from him. "So i'll have to work night shift, this sucks," I grabbed my bag of sushi. "I'll see you this Tuesday, Bakugou," Mr Sano turned away and shooed Etsuko off of the floor. I walked angrily towards the exit. Great. Now I have to work nightshift, and with that so called human being. She's a monster. A living breathing ball of annoyance. I'm dreading Tuesday. But..I can't help but wonder how Kirishima is doing. I raised both hands and smacked them against my cheeks. How lame is that. I don't care how the red head's situation turns out.
Finally reaching my dorm room, I inserted my key and twisted it. I slammed the door behind me, not caring if I woke anyone up. Placing the sushi on my desk, I rummaged through the bag to search for chopsticks. "Finally some fucking food," I was about to dig in when something caught my eye. At the far end of my desk I spotted a notebook. Kirishima's notebook. How the hell had I not noticed before? It's possible I accidentally grabbed it when he was down. I carefully placed my chopsticks on my platter and lifted his notebook. It's wrong to go through other's things, but I don't care. I leafed through the first few pages, which were simply poorly taken notes. Halfway through the notebook, dark scribbles were scattered throughout the page. In dark, wobbly the letters, the name 'Kaichi' was printed. Next to that dirtbag's name, the paper was crippled. As if it had been wet. Images of tears falling onto the page ran through my mind and I slammed the notebook shut. I shoved the sushi back into it's bag and stalked to my bed. How annoying. I hope Kaichi fails the next exams. Then he'd be gone.
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i added one of my overly developed ocs but i didn't portray her as good as i would've liked
