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April 2nd, Friday, 6:30 p.m.
ย "๐ฃ๐พ๐บ๐ ๐ฝ๐๐บ๐๐, ๐จ'๐๐พ ๐๐บ๐ฝ๐พ ๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ผ๐-๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐ผ๐๐พ๐. O๐๐พ ๐ฝ๐บ๐, ๐จ ๐๐ ๐บ๐ ๐๐ ๐บ๐ผ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ป๐พ๐๐๐ ๐บ๐ป๐ ๐พ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐บ๐ผ๐พ. ๐ญ๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐ป๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐พ๐๐๐พ๐๐๐พ๐๐ผ๐พ. ๐ณ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐จ ๐ ๐๐๐พ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐'๐ ๐ป๐พ ๐บ๐ป๐ ๐พ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐ผ๐; ๐๐ผ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐๐บ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฝ ๐๐บ๐'๐ ๐๐บ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐พ ๐ฟ๐๐๐พ๐๐ฝ๐. ๐ง๐พ ๐ผ๐ ๐บ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐บ๐ ๐จ'๐ ๐ '๐พ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐๐๐ ๐พ.' ๐ธ๐พ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐. ๐จ ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐ธ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐บ, ๐ณ๐บ๐๐๐, ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐ข๐๐๐๐๐พ. ๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฝ ๐จ ๐๐พ๐พ๐ฝ ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐พ ๐พ๐ ๐๐พ?" ~ ๐๐พ๐๐๐
Senku sighed, closing his diary and pushing his swivel office chair away from his desk. He stood up and stretched his arms above his head, cracking a few bones. Glancing at his desk, he noticed his half-full can of Monster and guzzled it down to fight off the exhaustion a tad bit longer.ย
"Ah, refreshing.." Senku mumbled to himself.
The leek-headed boy tossed the can into a small trash receptacle in the corner, trudging out of his room and to the kitchen fridge. Senku was starving and he was really praying Byakuya had gotten some takeout. He sealed his eyes shut and slowly opened the fridge, anticipation building up.. once fully opened he cracked an eye open. Just to see.. well, nothing. zilch. nada.
"You have got to be kidding.." Senku muttered, glaring at nothing in particular.
If he was to say he wasn't disappointed, that'd be a bald-faced lie.
Senku closed the fridge, groaning internally. Now he has to leave the house to do what Byakuya should've done. Well, he's not gonna resent him for it; he's been busy with his NASA training, so he'll cut him some slack.
He grabbed a notepad to write a list of ingredients to make a basic meal- ramen and tempura. The leek-headed teen slipped into a pair of shoes, deciding the clothes he was wearing at the moment were decent enough for him to leave the house. He thought to himself, "Nothing's wrong with wearing a Doraemon t-shirt and a regular pair of sweats, right?"ย
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โโโ ๊ฐ แงเทแง ๊ฑ โโโ
Senku was wrong. Oh he was so wrong it was embarrassing.
On his way to the supermarket, people stared at his shirt; wondering why the hell a teenager was wearing a Doraemon T-shirt.
It was even worse inside the actual supermarket..
Everywhere he went in the god damn place he had somehow spotted someone from his school. It was like everyone and their mother was outside right now. Which was bad on his part. He wasn't particularly in the mood to have someone comment on the fact that he is wearing official merch for a kids show. Senku didnโt even want them to question it with their eyes.
Finally as the cashier was ringing up his items, a loud voice echoed from aisle 3.. and that voice sounded extremely familiar. Who could it be-
"SENKUU!!" A loud male voice called out. Without turning, Senku had a feeling a certain brown haired boy around his age would be sprinting toward him and a timid brown haired girl trying to calm him down- Taiju and Yuzuriha.
People turned to stare as Senku looked over his shoulder, using his pinky to pick his ear. The exact scene he imagined was playing out; was he surprised? No. Not at all.ย
He stared at Taiju. "Hey, keep it down ya big oaf. Or do you want to get kicked out?"
Taiju and Yuzuriha approached, their eyes widening. The couple had seen him recently at school, so why the sudden shock? Did he have something on his face? Was there an oil stain on his shirt- Senku glanced down at his shirt. Oh. The shirt.ย
When the leek-headed boy looked back up at the two he saw the curiosity mixed with amusement on their faces. Yuzuriha spoke first, breaking the silence.
"Uhm.. Senku-kun.. your shirt..-"
Taiju cut her off, "I didn't know you liked Doraemon, Senku!! But.. isn't it.. a-."
Senku rubbed his face with his hands, already exasperated with the couple, "Yes I know it's a kids show. Why does that matter though? I'm just here for groceries, not a fashion show."
A beat passed as they all stared at each other; this time, the one to break the silence was the cashier. "Erm.. Sir? The total is ยฅ1,728.."ย
He whipped around, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, "Yeah.. right." Senku dug into his pocket, taking out his wallet and debit card, (Which was really Byakuya's debit card). He swiped it on the machine, paying for his items. he waited for the cashier to bag it up before slinging the plastic bag over his shoulder.ย
Glancing back, his crimson eyes met Taiju's hazel ones, and then Yuzuriha's big brown ones. He seemed to have read their minds in that moment, "Well? Are you guys coming?"