While Kyoya had planned on enjoying his coffee in peace, he had a feeling that just wasn’t going to happen today. In the corner of his eye, he spotted someone outside the cafe looking right at him. Which was rather odd, he thought.
Well, whatever. For all he knew, they were probably looking at someone behind him. So with that thought in mind, he takes a sip of coffee, trying not to worry about the stranger. Of course, that doesn’t seem to work, so he sets the cup back down on the table, looking up only for his gaze to meet the stranger’s once more. Great.
“Can I help you with something?” He eventually speaks up. While Kyoya tried to stay somewhat calm, there was a hint of agitation in his voice. To be honest, he wasn’t particularly a fan of being stared at.
Now, usually, I wouldn’t even consider going to a cafe by myself. Not only are they usually full of people ready to stare at me and judge me as a creature not belonging to functional society, but there is right now the aggravating factor of my need to save for fundamental needs, such as a computer with internet.
I honestly considered the possibility of just spending all of my monthly stipend at once and enduring the hunger over lack of funds to buy food for a while, but my inner Ene memory berated me for too long over that, which I’m pretty sure was a direct action by Yaki. It was too vivid a memory to simply be my overreacting mind.
But I digress. Point is, I wouldn’t give a care about the cafe in front of me right now… were it not for a very particular person enjoying themselves there.
Kyoya Saikai. Former Ultimate Musician of Class 67. A classmate of mine back in Hope’s Peak Academy, and even my roommate at that. We were not exactly best friends, but I’d like to think that I was at least a bit closer to him than the acquaintance level.
I certainly remember him. The question is… does he remember me?
“Uh! E-Er…” Fuck. I didn’t plan what to say!! Although… considering that his first reaction wasn’t calling me by my name, I’d guess that, unlike Ahn-senpai, he likely doesn’t remember me.
Which means, I’m a total stranger to him. A total stranger who probably stared at him like one of those serial killers from TV shows, and now he must think I’m a dangerous, creepy guy just like one of those!! Aaaaaaah, this suuuuucks!! How did I already manage to blow up my chance of a normal conversation this badly?!
I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die….