Minato wandered down the street for the first time in maybe a half a year. It sounded weird, but he had become accustomed to being reclusive, his head down low and avoiding all eyes. He didn’t know how to spend his days anymore. But today felt different. He had the urge to get the blood flowing in his legs, shave his face and go somewhere instead of hiding in his home once again. It had been a hard year for the blonde man; his son moved out, his wife was gone, and he quit his job at Konoha High. Too many bad memories at that job. Students weren’t the only people who had drama in their life. It was equally as stressful for the teachers as it was for the students. He usually avoided taking walks into town, fearing of running into an old student or colleague. He couldn’t even look at the bakery window without feeling his heart eject itself. The man didn’t need to work for a while; he had enough saved up to support him until he pulled himself out of the rut he dug himself, but eventually he would have to go back to work. Yet, he couldn’t retire just yet. Which meant the wrecking ball that was life wasn’t finished tearing Minato’s life apart just yet.
He assumed this is what a “mid-life crisis” is like, where you don’t feel at peace with yourself, everything you know and love seems to topple down around you while you sit there and gape as you are powerless to prevent it. Oh, the joys of being human.
He usually avoided taking walks into town, fearing of running into an old student or college. He couldn’t even look at the bakery window without feeling his heart eject itself. The man didn’t need to work for a while; he had enough saved up to support him until he pulled himself out of the rut he dug himself, but eventually he would have to go back to work. He couldn’t retire just yet. Which meant the wrecking ball that was life wasn’t finished tearing Minato’s life apart just yet.
Pushing the door open with his fingertips, a faint ring ran through the shop as the bell sounded his entrance. Minato walked into the dainty café, finding the whole theme way too mellow for his own comfort. He had a hard time settling his nerves down lately, which was oddly out of character for the normally calm man.
Walking up to the line, after several minutes of waiting, he placed his order and was handed a steaming cup with a smile from the overly-preppy cashier. He resisted the urge to smile back, taking a glance around the cafe as he paid and turned around. At late afternoon, the small business was active and there were hardly any seats available. That wasn’t a problem; Minato had no plans to dine in with his lone drink. His eyes fell over a pair in the corner. Two brunettes who both seemed… oddly familiar. He struggled to remember past the foggy wall in his memory he had placed. Mei… Ex-chemistry teacher who quit right after Minato had. God, why couldn’t he place her last name?? And Neji Hyuuga, star pupil of Konoha High. Okay. Now he had names to the faces.
Minato felt awful for avoiding eye contact and beginning to make his way out the door, but deep inside he hoped they noticed his presence and acknowledged him, as selfish as it sounded.
//three person RP heyyyyy. Omg it’s been forever since I’ve done one of these. Let’s hope I don’t get lost. Also, I apologize. Minato is a depressed man. I feel I can relate better to him this way LOL.
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