Sumina, naturally, has no choice but to assume that the reason he hasn't messaged her is because he, in fact, secretly hates her. Maybe it's the stress of midterms talking, but also, maybe it's true. Maybe it's enough for him to have tutored her for a few sessions and to be a regular at her workplace and nothing else. And that's— that's more than reasonable, isn't it? She's busy, and he must be busy, too. It shouldn't bother her at all... only that it does.
Better not think about why. Maybe the stress of the week really is getting to her.
And being that it is midterms season, it's quite unfortunate for Sumina for reasons that are yet to be revealed to her that the shop is still packed at this hour, when it ordinarily would be empty enough for her to get a head start on closing up or even work on her own assignments. Tonight, there are more than a few fellow students lingering, pumping themselves full of caffeine for what is sure to be a long night of cramming ahead.
And they are all, unfortunately, the captive audience for whatever the hell Gojo - who secretly hates her, obviously - is here to pull. The only other barista on shift decides to duck into the back-of-house the moment he strides in with seemingly great purpose, traitorously leaving Sumina to fend for herself.
Of course, she also has no reason to assume straight away that this empty cup he's slammed down onto the counter is, in fact, the very same one she'd written her number on almost a week ago. So— ]
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Sumina, naturally, has no choice but to assume that the reason he hasn't messaged her is because he, in fact, secretly hates her. Maybe it's the stress of midterms talking, but also, maybe it's true. Maybe it's enough for him to have tutored her for a few sessions and to be a regular at her workplace and nothing else. And that's— that's more than reasonable, isn't it? She's busy, and he must be busy, too. It shouldn't bother her at all... only that it does.
Better not think about why. Maybe the stress of the week really is getting to her.
And being that it is midterms season, it's quite unfortunate for Sumina for reasons that are yet to be revealed to her that the shop is still packed at this hour, when it ordinarily would be empty enough for her to get a head start on closing up or even work on her own assignments. Tonight, there are more than a few fellow students lingering, pumping themselves full of caffeine for what is sure to be a long night of cramming ahead.
And they are all, unfortunately, the captive audience for whatever the hell Gojo - who secretly hates her, obviously - is here to pull. The only other barista on shift decides to duck into the back-of-house the moment he strides in with seemingly great purpose, traitorously leaving Sumina to fend for herself.
Of course, she also has no reason to assume straight away that this empty cup he's slammed down onto the counter is, in fact, the very same one she'd written her number on almost a week ago. So— ]
It's... an empty cup?
[ wtf ]