You're just about to stab yourself when some dude who looks like he hasn't slept in a year walks in. He doesn't even blink at the giant ass knife in your hands, merely walking up to the counter and staring you dead in the eyes.

"I'll have the strongest coffee you have with six caffeine shots. And marshmallows. Please."

"You will die," you warn, casually yeeting the knife into its slot.

"Exactly."

"Mood-"

Deciding you don't actually want to murder this guy, you brew up a mild coffee and only put in four caffeine shots. Ah, the sweet, sweet feeling of being a good person.

h a  n o

Once you're finished, you skrrt back over to the counter and slide the coffee across. "That'll be only 100 yen if you tell me your name."

He finally cracks a small - kind of creepy but it's fine okay - smile. "Shinsou Hitoshi."

"Niiiiiiice. I'm Y/n," you say as he passes you the 100 yen.

"Is... is only 100 really okay?"

"It'll piss off my brother if he finds out so it's more than okay tbh."

Bedhead decides not to comment on your choice of vocab, just shrugging and throwing another 200 at your face. "Take this as a tip then."

You slap your chest, which kinda hurts ngl, and pretend to wipe away a tear. "Ohmergash. ThAnK!"

"Oooookaaaaay." And thus, the live action troll nyooms out the door.

You're alone again.

"Well shit what do I do now-"

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