Bookworm [Discontinued]

A familiar face

Here you are again. Cleaning up shop early in the morning, you hadn't had that much sleep because of this unhealthy routine.

Chrollo, Illumi and Hisoka have been coming to your shop for about two years now. With you, Illumi and Hisoka becoming good friends.

As for Chrollo, you two grew closer and closer by the day. I wonder if those two would catch-up...

But then one day, Hisoka, surprised you by waltzing in your store before opening hours and before anyone else.

"Oh (Y/n)! It's me Hisoka!" He sung, and again. He heard a crash after that came a small yelp from the back.

(Y/n) stumbled out of the back, with a jacket and leggings.

"Hisoka! Why are you here before opening hours?!" You asked in a panicking tone, placing, or more like shoving, a few more books into their respective shelves.

"To see you of course! You cute little thing! Also you left your door open." He chimed, your face went bright red at the last part.

"You could've at least went in after I open up! Now people would might think you were trying to steal shit!" You exclaimed, pacing back and forth, paranoia and anxiety growing.

"Oh dear don't swear, and if they ask I'll just tell them that I'm your bae~" You scowled, "And you are not doing that."

"Just a what-if scenario~" he mused, you sighed. You glanced at the wall clock, you only have about 40 minutes until you have to open.

You placed your computer on the counter, typing on the keyboard, with a few clicks. Then it was silent.

Hisoka peered, "Whatcha Doin'?" He asked, "Anime." You bluntly replied.

"Anime? What's that?" You gawked at him, "You don't know?! It's been literally all over the internet, it's like you were living under someones bed your entire life." Hisoka fake pouted at that last statement.

"Just tell me what it is, I'm curious~" You cleared your throat, you began to speak.

Only a few seconds into the explanation, and Hisoka realised, that this was going to be a shit long explanation.

•))1 hour later((•

"...And that's that!" You chirped, "Any questions?" Placing your hand on your hip, smiling.

Hisoka just stared at you intensely, staying silent. He didn't understand a single word you were saying.

You glanced at the clock once more, only to find that it's twenty minutes past opening hours! SHIT.

"Fuck this." You mutter under your breath, as you hurry to clean up your counter, going to the back once more to remove your jacket. Inside your jacket was a light brown long sleeved shirt, with a printed, poncho with a puffy collar.

You pull your hair into a ponytail and get the fuck out.

You flip the sign to 'Open.' And you positioned yourself at the counter.

"By the way (N/N)," He began using that shitty nickname he calls you to get your attention, you winced on how that nickname rolled off his tongue,