Something Sweeter than Coffee

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I was the only one in the café at the time of opening hours the next day. For some reason I barely got any sleep last night,
Though secretly I think I know why.

Dangit.. I need to focus
I groaned to myself while flipping the closed sign over.

I can't believe I'm still thinking about all that...

I produced a yawn that cut through the thick early morning silence as I trudged Back to the kitchen. I opened the fridge, pulled out the the large knot of dough, and set it on the island counter to begin kneading it.

I stepped over to face the oven.

Alright, preheat to 375°
I thought mindlessly, numbly going through the morning biscuit routine in my head.

I turned the dial slowly up to the temperature....
"Hm, the little light didn't turn on.."

I flicked it with my finger a few times, but still to no avail.
"Hopefully it's just some sort of glitch.."

I bit my lip, and turned back to the dough.

A few minutes passed and I returned to the oven.
I wishfully opened the door only to be met with a stone cold stillness, Just as I left it.

I stood up thinking about what I could do to get around this situation.

"I could try using my quirk to make something as a substitute or-"

Before I had time to finish mumbling my thoughts, a powerful crash resounded  throughout the air, coming from outside.
Quickly (but still cautiously) I trotted out to the front part of the shop.

My large storefront windows revealed nothing but dust and smoke clouds.
But slowly I could make out a dark silhouette that seemed to be coming closer to the front door.

Worrying thoughts seeped into my head, as fear pricked my shoulders.

Behind the front counter I retained a defense position, but almost immediately began losing confidence in my self. As though time had slowed down just for me to think about all the things I was doing wrong.
I should hide
Why am I just standing here?
They'd see me before I could see them, so I'd be at the disadvantage!
I'm doing everything wrong...
Why can't I just think properly?

Every thought and idea raged around my head tearing away my self confidence, leaving me numb.

"No.. Stop it."
My cheek burned, in the spot were I slapped myself.

"You always do this Momo!"
I whisper-yelled, as though I was trying to discipline a child.

I successfully slapped myself out of my worrying headspace just in time to see the figure begin to reach for the doorknob.

Without thinking I dropped to the floor behind the counter, pulled my knees up to my chest, and held my breath.

The bell on the door rang and slow footsteps echoed around the room.

Okay... well it's to late for an offensive plan, but maybe I could try playing defense! But it depends-

The footsteps stopped.

I hushed my thoughts and strained my ears. From what I last heard, it sounded like they stopped walking around the middle of the room.

Do they know were I'm hiding??

I held my breath and squeezed my knees harder, readying my quirk.
I felt a small sweat droplet begin to form on my brow, as my heart picked up it's pace.

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