I'll share my cup with you

Chapter 6

Morning sunlight crept in and illuminated the dusty rose painted bedroom through the light creme curtains. My consciousness slowly resurfaced and a smile drew itself across my face as I rolled over and stretched. Purring filled my ears as the soft weight of paws and fur padded along the puffy comforter and curled up once again next to my face, I opened an eye and pulled the fur ball into an embrace, "Oh Mina my beautiful goddess good morning!" My darling friend scampered from my clutch and hopped onto the floor making a bee line to the door to where she started scratching at the frame as a clear signal to get out of bed and feed her. I reluctantly get up and pull on my pink robe over my faux silk pj's I had gotten last Christmas and opened my door to allow her to sneak out and have the run of the roost. I pad over to the kitchenette and scoop a cup of kibbles into her tin dish then open the window over the sink to let her have safe passage into the open world beyond. I set the kettle up and scoop some coffee grounds into my french press as I wander through my normal morning routine. As I wipe sleep out of my eye while pouring hot water over the grounds a confused expression flushes my features as I see my sewing machine sitting on the table and not in it's designated case.

I suddenly gasp as all of the memories of last night come rushing back like a flash flood and I slam the kettle down to begin the frantic race around my apartment looking for my late night guest. After checking the bathroom and hallway of my apartment I make the discovery that he is, in fact, not here. I take a few deep breaths and start rummaging through my purse, "That napkin has to be in here somewhere." I feel the corner of soft papery material at the bottom under my keys and pull it to the surface to reveal the phone number that I have been sitting on for a day or so, "Geez I hope this works." I bite my lip as I punch the pen marked number into my phone messenger and contemplate what to type. 'Where did you go?' might be a bit spastic and needy but a simple 'Hey' may be a little vague. "Hey I hope you got home alright?" SEND. I pour my coffee into a cat mug and pace in front of the shaded front windows for the few minutes before a tell tale bubble pop sounds, alerting me to a new message. Racing to it as fast as my heart is I read, "Who's this?" Shit I could have sworn it was him who left that napkin, "Its me dummy." send. "..." "Well good morning to you too sweet cheeks." I let a breath finally escape me, "Ya it's me, sorry for being a worry wort, I just didn't know you left already."  "I can come back if you want..." I roll my eyes, "No you're fine, I just wanted to make sure you're still breathing. Speaking of vitality, how are your friends?"  "... annoying as fuck and bitching about their hang overs. Sorry I had to leave, I had to go move my bike so it wouldn't get towed and fucking shitty hair kept calling me. So..." Finally I let myself relax, "Well good to know everyone is still alive. :P" I set the phone down and shuffle back into the bedroom to get dressed and mull over the previous conversation and what I had planned for the day. 

I was pulling my black tights on under my forest green circle skirt when my phone started singing again but this time signaling an incoming call. Picking up the device and pinning it in between my ear and shoulder as I finish buttoning up my white collared shirt, I answered with a teasing tone, "You just can't leave me alone now can you?" "Ochako honey what are you talking about? Are you ok?" My face went pale and my fingers fumbled on the last button when I heard the concerned voice of my mother instead of the teasing pierced lip of the ash blond I thought was on the other end. "Mom! Hi! Oh I'm fine, I thought you were someone else! How are you? How's dad? How's life?" I teach myself to breath again for the fifth time today as my mom started in on our typically Saturday morning phone call I completely blanked on.

Ever since I moved out to New York City from my small midwest hometown a couple of states away, I have had this tradition of calling my parents every Saturday so we could keep 'up to date' in my mother's words or so we could keep up with each other and not drift too far apart. We went through the motions of me putting her on speaker while moving about my kitchen and me responding every once in a while with a 'mhmmm' or a 'oh really' which kept my mom talking and freed me up to make breakfast while catching up on the last week of family life. 

"So honey how was the concert?" "Oh it was good. It was actually a lot of fun and I made a couple new friends." My cheeks heated up slightly as I heard my mother chirp in response. "Oh that is wonderful dear, I really liked that Kaminari fellow, he sure likes to talk up that girl of his." I smile, "Ya he still does that, how's dad doing?" the smile fades slightly but my concentration focuses, "Oh he's fine dear, you know how he is, business this, project that. The fall is a busy time for construction like you know so I have hardly seen him this week but things will slow down as winter sets in. Oh Ochako honey I have to take the bread out of the oven my timer is going off!" I grin as I hear her timer beeping in the background, "No worries mom, I'll talk to you next week love you!" "Love you dear!" click. My parents have always been supportive of my dreams yet I still feel like I have something still to prove, something to make them proud of. 

Ding. "Hey we're coming by your shop so the idiots can sober up." "Sweet, I'll be there in 20." 

I shovel down my bowl of cereal and whip through the bathroom to put on a bit of blush and a touch of mascara then whisk my way down the few blocks, following the scent of coffee and buttery pastries. Excitedly walk into my work place I make a quick scan of the patrons, "Will you fucking numb skulls stop your bitching for two fucking seconds!" his back was to me but I pick out the pained expressions of Kirishima and Denki who are slouched into a booth in the corner. 

I gave a little wave to Toru and Iida behind the counter and walk up to the trio, Denki is the first to see me and immediately perks up, "Oh thank god, Ocho! He's trying to kill us I swear!" He pulled out his best acting skills to dramatize his own death while the other blond across from him crossed his arms in disgust. "Look you shitty weasel, I could have left your sorry ass on the cold tile next to your sewer of a toilet to rot your fucking guts out but no, shitty hair here had to pull me into this fucking mess with you pathetic losers!" I wide eyed stared at him in disbelief. Was he always like this? if so I should probably start reconsidering my interests, and almost if he read my mind Kirishima lifted his head from his hands and looked up at me, "Hey don't mind him, he's always like this in the morning. Plus I called him this morning when I noticed he didn't make it to the after party. Oh ya, where did you end up anyway? Did you go back to your parent's place or the dorm?" Bakugou grit his teeth, "None of your fucking business and you should learn not to call people at three in the fucking morning!" I put a hand on his shoulder which immediately relaxes under the touch and leaned forward slightly to catch the gaze of the two hungover boys on the other side of the table, "Alright now, there's no need to get upset, how about we get you guys some black coffee to start putting life back into your bodies and then we can go out to eat, I know a great breakfast place down the road that can whip us up the best hangover cures this side of the river!" Kirishima perked up at the mention of food and Denki fake cried, "Oh Ocho you're our hero!" I can't help but roll my eyes. 

I negotiated coffees for the boys from Toru and apologized to Iida for any possible disturbance while Bakugou wrangled the comical cats out the door, when I caught up with them I pointed them west.

Besides the occasional warning and death threat about oncoming traffic we let the boys bumble ahead, moaning and groaning about how they almost died and their plans to do it again next weekend while Bakugou and I quietly walked behind them. I finally take a glance up at the blond who returns my gaze, "Hi." The right corner of his pierced mouth that I have started to grow fonder of turned up slightly, "Hey." "Did you get back alright?" "I'm here aren't I?" I look back down at the sidewalk, "Ya I guess, sorry." "Stop that." I perk up and look over at him, "What? Wait what am I stopping?" His eyes remained in front of him and his hands rested in his pockets, "Stop the whole saying 'sorry' for no reason bullshit." I blinked a couple of times before impulsively saying, "sorry" under my breath which caused the man next to me to start to react but I cut him off by skipping ahead and linking arms with the two boys, steering them left towards the scent of bacon near by. 

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