chapter 5

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That morning in the mighty Cafe Denki Kaminari was flinching away from a very irate Hitoshi Shinsou

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That morning in the mighty Cafe Denki Kaminari was flinching away from a very irate Hitoshi Shinsou. "How could you? You know how much I hate theater kids!"

"What do you have against them anyways?" Hitoshi's hands were slammed on the cash register counter and he was leaning over it. His jaw tightened at the question.

Hitoshi straightened himself before looking at his friend with a glare. "They're so loud and annoying and and-"

"So everything we are plus like two?"

"Exactly! It's so annoying, I can hardly put up with your stupid ass!" Denki flinched slightly before sighing.

"You couldn't sleep last night huh?"

"Of fucking course not! Not after that email!" Histoshi let out a huff and fiddled with the black ring on his pointer finger.

"Look I'm sorry but you are the best in the department and they really needed help."

"Fine, but you could have warned me first," Hitosohi hissed out very much aware of everyone in the cafe's prying eyes.

"You're right, I should have told you, I'm very sorry and next time I'll tell you before I sign you up for random shit." Hitoshi nodded and leaned back onto his side of the counter. "Black coffee?"

"Black coffee."

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Walking or rather trudging through the hall was a painful task for Hitoshi today. He felt as if he was dragging lead behind him and it was so fucking heavy he wished he could take a nap, but sadly he had places to be.

Outside of the theater department rooms there were three people and Hitoshi scowled. God, today was going to be terrible. One was a black haired boy and he was talking to the other green haired students beside him, one male and one female. The green haired male he recognized vaguely, so many rumors were circulating about this guy, none of them any good. Hitoshi almost felt bad. 

Almost.

 He didn't need anymore drama than necessary and that kid was nothing but.The purple haired boy made his way around the small group quietly and into the department. Once he introduced himself to the teacher he found a very secluded seat, away from prying eyes and sat down.

"Fuck this."

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