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“Tell me again why you’re here?” Kagami-kun’s voice rings out above the bubbling of the fryer.
“A special field trip.” A guy with black hair appears beside him. They were oddly familiar considering you’ve never seen them together. He even took Kuroko-kun’s usual place. They were just here yesterday, so who is this new guy? He’s pretty, but surely Kagami-kun wouldn’t cheat on his boyfriend and bring him to their favorite restaurant. That would be really low. “Are we interrupting your date?”
Date? Is Kuroko-kun here? You look around to find him despite his tendency to appear out of thin air. You don’t see him, but you do see another giant. He ducks more than necessary to ensure he doesn't hit his head on the door, and when he straightens again there’s a dead look in his eyes. You get the feeling that he’s the type of customer to yell at you when you’re all out of the one thing he was going to order.
Your boss keeps telling you to keep the basketball players out. That they scare away all the normal-sized customers. But watching Kagami dote on Kuroko is the highlight of your shift. And they come in a lot, probably way more than their coach would be happy with. But you don’t have it in your heart to tattle on them and make Kuroko give up his vanilla shakes.
“Ruining my date? Yes. Yes you are.” Kagami looks around like you had moments earlier. This black-haired guy was definitely getting under his skin. He spins around frantically looking high and low, and even at the ceiling like his boyfriend had floated away. ”Kuroko, get your ass over here!”
“I’m right here.” Kuroko stood in front of him, and probably had been the whole time. He was so much shorter than the others that you didn’t notice him even though he’s right at eye level for you. You look at each other before he’s snatched to the side by Kagami’s hands on his shoulders.
“Stay on this side of me. Away from these creeps!” Kagami shoots a dangerous glare at the two who seemed to be tagging along without his permission. The four of them approach the counter with Kuroko nearly tripping at each step as he’s pressed into Kagami’s side.
“We’re not creeps for wanting to hang out with you while we’re in Tokyo.” The black-haired one sweeps the hair out of his face and looks up at the menu. Kagami mutters something under his breath, but the soda machine whirs behind you and all you catch is “stupid bastard.”
You look down at the register to keep them from seeing your smile. Kuroko can still see you clearly, but he stays silent. He probably doesn’t have any air left in his lungs after Kagami squeezed it all out.
“Just shut up and order, Muro-chin. I’m starving.” The giant is impatient and you debate just throwing a handful of burgers at him just to satisfy hunger.
Muro-chin, cute nickname, orders a combo meal and tells the giant to buy his own damn food when he tries to add onto his order.
“Sorry about him. That’ll be all for me.” He smiles and you almost cancel the entire order by accident. You smile back. The register’s screen refuses to cooperate and you smash your fingers even more harshly to get it to recognize your actions. You manage to delete the extra food before the giant smashes your head. “Your turn, Murasakibara.”
“Let me get uuuhhhhhh…” he drones on for a while before Muro-chin snaps him out of his daze by bumping his shoulder. They must be friends as well. You’ve never seen either of them, but Kagami and Kuroko seem comfortable enough around them. Murasakibara-kun goes from ogre to oaf as the angry lines between his eyes fade. He seems more docile now with the food just moments away from hitting his stomach.
He pays and promptly wanders off. Muro-chin chases after him. You desperately hope they don’t disturb the fussy baby and mother sitting at the corner table. You follow them until Kagami’s chest comes into view. Kuroko is no longer attached to him, but they’re still close. Months ago, there had been some distance between their bodies, enough to see Kagami’s hand reach out further than necessary just to brush against Kuroko’s sleeve. He doesn’t have to reach far now. In fact, there’s hardly enough space for Kagami to fish his wallet out of his pocket. He leans to the side and places it on the counter for Kuroko to grab.
“Hi,” Kagami mutters. He’s not shy, but he’s so much more gentle than his appearance lets on. At least when it’s just him and Kuroko, they order, sit, and eat in content silence or quiet conversation. It’s been this way for a while.
“Hello, Kagami-kun. Kuroko-kun.” You relax after the chaos.
You have a suspicion that Kagami can’t differentiate between Japanese currencies. You know that he lived in America for a while. If not for his accent or occasional English, or even his mannerisms, the sheer amount of times he’s mentioned the difference between American and Japanese hamburger restaurants is astounding. Like he never eats anything else. But it seems Kuroko never grows tired of this particular soliloquy.
Kuroko happily counts out the proper denominations as Kagami rambles on. It’s not that Kagami can’t do it himself, he does it all the time when he comes in alone. But perhaps there’s a mental load he’s still not entirely used to, and delegating the task to Kuroko eases his mind. And Kuroko does it much more quickly. Just as soon as you say the total, the tray of money is sliding toward you.
Kagami looks down toward Kuroko. He’s already slipped Kagami’s wallet back into his pocket. He’s looking at the counter at something in front of the register. Did a previous customer leave something weird again? Last time it was a business card for an adults-only hotel.
Kagami grabs the bottom of his sleeve and yanks his attention away from the counter. “Yo Kuroko, let’s go.”
“Oh,” Kuroko mutters. “Coming.”
He gives you a quiet look you’ve come to recognize as thank you. You give him the same look, but he’s already trained his eyes on Kagami’s back. They walk away leaving your station just as quiet as it had been moments before. Customers trickle in slowly around this time so you take a moment to collect yourself and shake off the heat from the warming station pressing against your back.
Muro-chin’s order is ready when you turn around. Your coworker places it on a tray and slides it over to prepare for Murasakibara’s order.
“Sheesh, first Kagami-kun comes in and now he’s brought friends.” Hori shakes his head as he throws the burgers into a pile. The tray is already overflowing. “I swear I’m quitting today.”
“You said that yesterday.” You roll your eyes at his antics. There’s no chance in hell he’d quit now if he’s been griping about his job since the day he was hired. At least he makes your shifts fun with all his snide remarks. Having a shitty customer is almost worth it when you can laugh off the stress by watching Hori smash their burgers flat and hand their bag over with a happy smile. Hori debates smashing Murasakibara’s burgers down so they don’t fall off the tray and onto the ground that probably has never been cleaned beyond the swipe of a slightly wet mop. You maneuver around him and plant yourself in front of the milkshake machine.
Kuroko loves milkshakes. You’re operating on muscle memory at this point, each movement executed hundreds of times leaving the mixer’s vibrations lingering in your hands long after you’ve handed the milkshake over to the paying customer.
You turn the autopilot off just in time to catch the burger falling from Hori’s terrible balancing act.
You already know the answer to the question you’re asking, but the moment feels incomplete without it. “Why are you trying to carry both trays at once?”
“To avoid the extra effort of turning back around to grab the other tray.” Of course. Laziness is the best motivator. He looks at the burger in your hand now slightly squished. “Nice save.”
A quip is on the tip of your tongue, that he’s struggling more this way than if he had grabbed each tray separately. But there’s no getting through to a man who once tried to light a french fry on fire and pretend it was a cigarette.
The trays wobble nervously as he continues toward the counter. Then a dark shadowy figure descends upon them and stretches out its arms.
Surely this isn't how Hori meets his end. A few weeks ago he made you promise to take care of his fish should he ever die in a brawl with a customer. You agreed only because the possibility was slim, but it seems you spoke too soon.
The figure yanks a tray from Hori’s shaky hand and counts each burger like a henchman assigned to count stacks of bills for his mob boss's million dollar drug deal.
“Hey! I'm missing one!” An indignant voice bellows from above. Alas, the figure is but a towering toddler with purple hair. Murasakibara pouts until he sees what you're holding. He leans down and points with a dangerously long finger. “That my burger?”
The lump in your throat blocks any squeals of apology for holding his food hostage. You tread slowly, taking small steps to not cause alarm. His eyes are wide, pupils blown out of proportion waiting for you to release the burger from your evil clutches.
“Stop intimidating them.” You didn't notice Muro-chin standing to the side as Murasakibara shrouds the counter in a veil of rage.
You're finally close enough to the counter to set the burger down when it disappears from your grasp. You feel a brush of wind and barely register the blur of fleeting movement that is Murasakibara snatching the burgers into his grasp and running away.
“You almost lost an arm,” Hori whispers, fully intent on Muro-chin hearing him. You'd laugh if your stomach hadn't just dropped out of your ass. The sheen of sweat you've had since you clocked in coalesces into beads on your temples.
“Haha,” Muro-chin laughs nervously, hiding behind his overgrown bangs. “He means well.” The lie was entirely unconvincing. Muro-chin slyly drags his tray across the counter and walks away as if he wasn't almost an accessory to assault.
When you finally come to your senses the milkshake in your other hand reminds you that Kagami and Kuroko’s food is still waiting at the warming station. You set the milkshake on the counter before it melts. Your hand feels cool against your reddened cheek. “I almost died there.”
“You will be missed,” Hori cries as if it wasn’t his fault you were put in danger. He removes his Maji Burger hat and holds it over his heart. An unconvincing tear wells in his eye.
“I'm not amused,” you say before turning around to hide your chuckle. Panic hits, and this time you really feel like you might shit yourself because there’s no food sitting under the heaters and the display of recent orders has been cleared.
You shout to no one in particular. “Where’s my food?!” Someone always responds even if just to hear themselves speak. Kagami will be devastated if you keep him waiting any longer. You can practically hear his stomach grumble even with the cooks having a lively discussion of which idol group has the cutest members.
“They’re walking away with it!” Hori shouts in terror. “Somebody stop them!”
“Who?!” The greasy floors aid you in your 180 degree turn facing the counter. Though the thought of dying over Murasakibara's burger was humbling, you'd willingly lay down your life to protect Kagami and Kuroko’s date. Thiefs must be apprehended and dealt with. Swiftly. “I’ll kick their asses!”
Kagami stumbles. “But it’s our food! I already paid for it!” He and Kuroko were halfway to their table, trays in hand. You tried to explain yourself but all that came out was half-formed mumbles. Hori lets out a single breathy laugh and you make a mental note to choke him with his apron later.
You give up on coming up with an excuse and instead beg for forgiveness like the lowly wretched fast food worker you are. “Sorry, Kagami-kun.”
“It’s okay,” Kuroko responds for him. Kuroko is your favorite type of customer. He's patient and kind. Even when you don't see him and take the customer behind him first. There were even a couple times when another customer took his food by mistake, or on purpose, and he waited quietly for his meal to be prepared again. And when he and Kagami started coming in together, Kuroko didn't argue when Kagami wanted to pay for his meals.
They make it back to their seat without any more accusations of theft. Murasakibara had already eaten half of his burger pile in the five seconds since they sat down. It was hard to hear, but the face Kagami wore plainly showed his embarrassment at what must have been Muro-chin's teasing.
They sit side by side instead of across from each other like usual. Muro-chin and Murasakibara sit on the other side of the table. Kuroko may be a little smaller than the average guy, but he looks normal. Even so, next to those three and the mountain of wrappers crumpled and strewn across the table, Kuroko looks like a lost puppy taken in by big dogs that know their way around the block. He's a soft touch to their ferocity. Muro-chin is definitely the least scary, but he's currently yelling at Kagami for taking a drink of his soda.
This has been entirely too many moodshifts for a single afternoon. You straighten out your shirt and adjust your hat to calm yourself. It's a mandatory part of the uniform, but the hat sometimes makes you feel like you’re on a tennis court. Hori probably has his hat on way too tight. You give him a plain look and condescending tone. “Hori, why did you do that? I almost jumped over the counter.”
He steals a fry from the warming station and leans semi-seductively against the milkshake machine. “Do you honestly think I could have passed up that opportunity?”
“You–”
A chair scrapes along the floor. It rings around the restaurant and you can’t tell which direction it came from. But it was definitely the sound of a disgruntled customer. You handled the last three customers, Hori should take this one.
Hori vanished right in front of you. Evaporated into thin air at the prospect of actually doing his job. Typical. Leaving you to deal with angry customers on your own. You wait for the tell tale signs. Degrading tone. Wild eyes. And swearing at you as if you personally wronged them and cursed their entire lineage.
Instead, Kuroko approaches.
“Oh. Hi Ku–”
“Excuse me,” He interrupts. “What is this?” He places a cup on the counter.
“A milkshake, right?” You can't see through the plastic frosted lid, but you remember making it. “Like you always order.”
“It’s pink,” he says in a flat tone. He peels off the lid and reveals a strawberry milkshake instead of vanilla.
Oh no. It all comes back to you. The repetition of mixing a thousand milkshakes since your shift started. A thousand strawberry milkshakes. Pink for Valentine’s Day. No wonder Kuroko looks ready to dump the cup's contents right on top of your head. His piercing blue eyes stare right through you. Through you and to the milkshake machine willing it into sentience to operate itself and make his milkshake before he unleashes his wrath.
Kagami enters like a handler in a tiger's cage. “Kuroko. Stay calm.”
He dances around Kuroko’s perimeter before snatching the shake from his hands and plopping it back on the counter. You look into the cup once again to confirm you really did commit the horrible atrocity of making Kuroko drink the wrong milkshake.
“Sorry about him. He gets grouchy without his sugar.” Kagami puts his hands on Kuroko's shoulder, probably to keep him from lunging at you.
“May I have a vanilla milkshake? Please.” So much wrath. He's fighting to contain it. It's practically pouring out of his emotionless eyes. And you haven't even apologized. You've stood idly by as Kuroko-sama begs for his sweet treat.
“I’m so sorry, Kuroko-kun! I’ll make you one right away.” You don't wait for a response, and the ringing in your ears blocks out all other interference. The machine rattles your entire body with its vibrations. Milkshake splatters onto your arms in little drops that leave you sticky and sweet smelling. “All done!”
Kagami’s face is pinched in grotesque shock. You must be smiling too hard. And your heart is racing. You relax your shoulders and take a deep breath. “Apologies, Kuroko-kun. I got stuck in a loop of making strawberry milkshakes all day.”
He stares at you like he knows you have more to say. You don't, but you keep talking anyway. “For Valentine’s Day.”
They give each other a sideways glance. Now they're both staring. “It's pink… for love. I guess. I don't know.”
And now you can't stop talking. “I don't know anything about Valentine’s Day. I'm working. I'm not the one on a date. You two are. Right? And your friends are interrupting you? You two are very sweet and you're my favorite customers and–”
“Shut up!” Hori hits you with a stack of coupons. “You're holding them hostage with your rambling!”
“We don't mind,” Kuroko says with his straw in his mouth. He looks comfortable standing there watching you over-apologize. You notice that he always takes small sips to make his milkshake last longer. And Kagami is watching him too. Their hands are laying on the counter, Kagami's pinky resting on top of Kuroko's.
Kuroko takes another small sip and licks his lip. He holds the straw to his lip and speaks softly. “Thank you for the milkshake. We're going back to our table now.”
Kagami follows behind him like a puppy. So close on his heels that he's towering over him and almost entirely leaning against him. Kuroko doesn't seem to care.
“I thought I was your favorite.”
“I said they're my favorite customers. But you're still my least favorite coworker.”
“Rude,” he laments. “And to think I was going to ask you to be my Valentine.” You twist around so fast that the twinge in your neck nearly immobilizes you. “Kidding! Just a joke!”
He throws his hands up in surrender but you don't relax your scowl. “Oh look, I think I see the manager calling me into the office. Bye!”
Hori is lying. He never pays attention to the manager, and surely would never willingly look a manager in the eye. You let him escape this awkward conversation. But he's a jerk for leaving you to man the register alone.
A few more couples come in for the Valentine’s day combo deal. Hori makes himself useful by wiping down tables. When there’s a moment to relax your spine from all the standing, you lean onto the counter and pretend not to eavesdrop on Kagami’s conversation. Kuroko eats in silence, slowly chewing one fry after another, subtly gazing at Kagami who is glaring at Muro-chin who is glaring right back.
“You bastard! I told you this was a date like three times! Why are you still here?” His voice booms across the dining area. It's quieter now with most of the tables empty.
Muro-chin leans back away from Kagami's burger breath. “Because you haven’t kicked us out. And Kuroko doesn’t seem to mind. Do you?”
All three of them look at Kuroko. He pauses for a moment, probably just now zoning back in. “I don’t mind the opportunity to get to know you better. Or hang out with my friend.” Kuroko turns his head to Murasakibara. The connection is obvious, but even if they played on the same basketball team, you wonder how they ever got along.
Murasakibara doesn’t acknowledge the sentiment verbally, but you see his legs shift and fidget under the table. Kuroko continues. “Although, it is a bit rude to crash a couple’s Valentine’s Day plans.”
“You call these plans, Kuro-chin?” Murasakibara chides through a mouth full of food. “It’s a fucking burger joint. With shitty workers.”
Hori aggressively wipes the table. It's one of the wobbly ones so you hear it clacking back and forth against the tile. You didn't notice how close he'd gotten to their table. Murasakibara leans over and peers around Kagami’s wide shoulders. He shrugs and stuffs his face after determining Hori is nothing of interest.
“You don’t get to decide what’s special for us,” Kuroko says plainly, as if it was a fundamental truth. Murasakibara pays him no mind, instead looking out the window and pretending Muro-chin isn't kicking him under the table.
Their conversation lulls as they continue to eat. Kagami not so conspicuously slides another burger onto Kuroko's tray. He takes one bite of it then pats his stomach with a huff.
“Kuro-chin eats like a freakin’ baby. Don't you know that, Kaga-chin?” Murasakibara reaches to grab Kuroko's unfinished burger and–
“Ow!” Kagami and Muro-chin slap him. He flips back into his chair and crosses his arms.
Kagami shakes his fist at Murasakibara. “Ain’t Tatsuya taught you any manners?!”
“I'm not his brother too!” You can't tell if Muro-chin's outrage is real or fake. Even now knowing his given name, it seems more off limits than calling him Muro-chin. You'd rather avoid calling him anything at all if you speak to him, which seems unlikely. Muro-chin said they were in Tokyo on a special field trip. Sounds like a lie, but you don't have the information to back it up. He and Murasakibara don't live in Tokyo. This could be the last time you see either of them.
That's a little sad. Muro-chin and Kagami seem very familiar. You like watching how they speak to each other and parsing out their history. He called Kagami his brother, but they look nothing alike. Muro-chin is a bit of a pretty boy and Kagami… Kagami is Kuroko's type for sure. Maybe not everyone's. Kuroko always puts a really bright smile on Kagami’s face. You like looking at Kagami and Kuroko together, but you don't want to dwell on Kagami's looks and risk getting on Kuroko's bad side again. Whatever Muro-chin and Kagami's relationship is, you're glad that it lasts even through the long distance.
“Excuse me?” You look up. Kagami is standing right in front of you. Embarrassment colors your cheeks. He caught you staring and you didn't even notice he had walked over because you were too busy daydreaming.
“Sorry, Kagami-kun. I didn't mean to–”
“Can I buy one of these?” He points to something in front of the register. You can't see it, so he picks up the item with a sheepish grin.
It's a charm. A red heart with the Maji Burger logo in the center. You forgot about them. And not many customers noticed them. They've been sitting out all day. A few children played with them. A girl bought one for her and each of her friends. And Kuroko. He had been distracted by something when they were ordering. If it was the charm then it's really sweet that Kagami would buy it for him.
“Is it a gift for Kuroko-kun?” You really shouldn't be prying, but you know Kagami will gush about Kuroko when given the chance.
“Yeah,” he says softly. He doesn't meet your gaze. “I think Tetsuya likes things like this sometimes. I want him to have the things he likes.”
“That's so sweet, Kagami-kun. He's lucky to have you.” He bows his head a little lower. You tell him the price and he takes out his wallet. The coins jingle as he picks through them, then Kuroko takes it out of his hand.
Kuroko snuck up on both of you. Kagami makes a small noise of surprise. “What the hell?”
“You still can't count properly,” Kuroko remarks.
Kagami balks in disgust. “Don't make it sound like I'm an idiot!” Kuroko doesn't say anything and that makes you laugh. They give into the moment as well. Kagami smiles and Kuroko looks longingly at the charm resting in Kagami's hand.
“I got this. For you.” Kagami shoves his palm in Kuroko's direction. Kuroko places one hand under Kagami's and brushes the charm with the other. It's such a small and intimate gesture, but you see the love in Kuroko's eyes. You look away and pretend to organize the condiments below the counter.
“Thank you.” Kuroko says more than enough within those simple words. You squat down low to dig out some sauces that fell behind the container. You feel all warm and fuzzy inside, but that might just be the heat from the warming station making you sweaty again.
A shadow comes over you. You feel a slightly human presence waiting for you to look up. And it’s just Murasakibara, long body stretched across the counter and head peeking over the edge to stare down at you.
“Yo, you good down there?” His head dangles loosely and hair flops over his eyes. He waits for you to move before speaking again. “Wow, looks gross back here. You should tell that stinky guy to clean it.”
“I don’t stink!” Hori announces. “You stink.” Murasakibara blinks. That insult isn’t worth the effort, even for him.
Now standing, you’re surprised to still be so close to him. He’s staring into your eyes, still leaning over the counter.
“Stop doing that everywhere we go!” Muro-chin approaches from behind. He raises a tray into the air like a wrestler about to deliver a smackdown. Murasakibara rises swiftly and grabs the tray from his hands.
“I just want dessert!” He whines. They have a silent argument only noticeable in their clenched fists and scrunched brows. Kuroko and Kagami returned to their table. Hori probably went to go shit on company time. You won’t see him for thirty minutes. There’s no one to help you if a fight breaks out.
Finally, Muro-chin breaks. “We’ll stop somewhere else on the way to our hotel.”
“Nuh-uh. Eat dessert here.” Why is he speaking like a caveman? There’s no thought behind his eyes besides satisfying his sweet tooth.
“Look,” Muro-chin huffs. ”We’ve already spent enough time bothering them. We really shouldn’t crash their date any longer.”
Murasakibara heard those words, but clearly did not listen.
Muro-chin deflates. “I’ll pay for your snacks.”
The tray launches across the counter. You barely manage to catch it before it slides off. Murasakibara waves at you as he runs out the door. “See ya.”
They’re gone in a flash. Through the window you see Muro-chin chasing after Murasakibara who's already disappeared from view. You look around for someone to share this experience with, but everyone is either cooking in the back or eating at tables. Even Kuroko and Kagami are too absorbed in each other to realize or care that their friends have departed.
They’re sitting across from each other now, like usual. Kagami pushed his tray of trash off to the side. The space between them is empty except for Kuroko’s milkshake and the charm he just received. Kagami says something and Kuroko nods. They’re alone now, so Kagami has no need to speak any louder than a whisper.
Kuroko takes his phone out of his pocket and places it on the table. He holds it there for a moment, long enough for Kagami to reach it and make their fingers brush together. Kagami grabs it and the charm. You know what he’s doing and try not to giggle as he struggles with his large hands to string the charm’s strap through the opening on the edge of the phone. Kuroko watches intently. You look back every few seconds to see him leaning closer and closer. He’s scooted his milkshake to the side.
“Dammit!” Kagami drops the charm on the table. He begins to sit up and rake his hand through his hair. Kuroko grabs it and anchors him down. They’re just inches apart. Kuroko turns his head in each direction. You look away before he sees you. Oh, this stack of napkins is in desperate need of refilling.
Even without seeing it, you know that Kagami licks away the milkshake remnants Kuroko has pressed against his lips.
You saw them kiss once before. They were sitting at a corner table and you were walking to the bathroom. You were facing Kagami. He quickly pushed himself away from Kuroko and started sipping his soda. You pretended they hadn’t been sitting there, but as soon as you walked into the bathroom you unleashed a burst of happiness. You knew they were together, but it took so long to get this kind of confirmation. When you walked out, it was Kuroko that you faced. And to say that Kuroko was glowing was an understatement. His face didn’t show it much, but the air around them was light and the look he gave you told you that of anyone that could have caught them, he was glad it was you.
And there’s been a silent agreement between the three of you ever since. More often than not, they’ll wait for you to get to the register so they can order. And sometimes you’ll take their food to their table, something you don’t do for any other customers.
Hori tries to warn you against getting too close to them. And you kindly remind him that getting close to people is a good thing. And then you not so kindly remind him of the customer that broke his heart. He admits his mistakes and applauds you on your malicious attack.
“Ah, young love.” Hori claps his hand on your back. “I remember my first love.”
“You mean the girl that orders her burgers with double beef? Or the guy that made out with you in the bathroom?”
Hori cocks his hip and tilts his head. “Am I a joke to you?”
“Yes,” you say without hesitation.” Very much so.”
He clocks your smile before it spreads across your face. He laughs and hands you a stack of cups. You help each other restock and tidy the register. Everything is quiet for a while, meaning he is about to say something completely out of left field.
He wipes a grease spot off the counter. He seems hypnotized by the circular motion of the rag in his hand. “Do you think that big guy is single?”
You trip over a mat and catch yourself in the same breath. You know exactly who he’s referring to. And now it makes so much sense why Hori seems to enjoy humiliating himself in front of customers that either ignore him or threaten to kick his ass. You’re almost over your shock and awe when you hear the bell ring on the door. A customer should be walking in, but it’s actually Kuroko walking out as Kagami holds the door open.
“Good night.” Kuroko’s hair blows in the cool breeze. He’s wearing Kagami’s scarf.
“Good night.” Kagami usually leaves the goodbyes to Kuroko, so this time you hold his words close to your heart.
“Bye, Kuroko-kun. Kagami-kun. Please come again.” You bow slightly even though they’ve already turned their backs.
“Bring back your bitchy purple friend!” Hori throws his arm around your shoulder. Kuroko looks at you through the window with Kagami falling into him. Kagami sports a look of disgust and horror.
Of course the manager was standing behind you. And of course Hori managed to get both of you punished. But after a shift with your favorite customers and their friends, it was worth it.