Is just me or these two ship are similar for example Hiro study’s robotics and advanced engineering yellow use restone and use command blocks which fit in to engineering. Same as Karmi biology or bacteriology and blue who like to do potions both of these lay in the topic science, also that they both care for each other but it show very differently for example blue and yellow have a very close bond with each other we every see little moments with them,but for Karmi and Hiro they usually do get along with each but they still care for each which I find cool about these two ships.
a/n: Should I continue this into a series? (Update: It’s now a series!)
"What do you mean I'm fired?"
"It means you're fired, Y/n." Noah, her fellow barista, looks at her pityingly, arms crossed as he delivers the bad news. "Management heard about the incident this week; it was your last warning." He sighs, pinching the skin between his eyebrows. "Today's your last day, so you should start looking for another job soon."
Y/n falls silent, processing the news. "It wasn't even my fault, though! That customer was asking for it." She protests, slamming her hands down on the counter. Her fingers grip the counter's edge so hard she could feel her knuckles turning white. Even the comforting aroma of roasting coffee beans couldn't help soften the blow of the news.
"Y/n, please. I'm breaking my back for you here. I managed to negotiate so that you'd still receive your pay. They wanted to cut this week's pay as an apology to that customer."
Y/n walks to the door, silently fuming as she flips the sign from 'Closed' to 'Open'. "So I get a drink thrown in my face, and that's acceptable. But it's suddenly my fault when I throw it back in theirs?"
She walks over to the chairs, resignation crawling up from her stomach to her throat. Hot tears start to form, pricking her eyes. She feels Noah's eyes on her and immediately wipes the tears away with gritted teeth, swallowing down the anger she feels inside.
She arranges the chairs in the cafe to their proper positions, cleans the tables with a cloth, and walks back to the counter in defeat. She tosses the fabric aside, washes her hands, and starts up the coffee machine.
Guess I may as well make the most of my last day.
Y/n sighs, knowing how much Noah must've fought for her to stay. "Thanks." She turns to him, and he freezes at her words before looking back at her with a wry smile. "Anything for you, kid."
"You're only twenty. Stop acting like you're twice that age." She sticks her tongue out in disgust, and Noah chuckles before continuing to set up the cashier's till. She grins, seeing his shoulders sag with relief.
She turns back to the machine, and the jingle of the bell attached to the glass door draws her attention to the day's first customer. "Hey Fred," She greets the tall, lanky man that walks in. "Your usual?"
"You know it." He sends her finger guns, and she reciprocates the gesture with a chuckle before starting on his cafe latte to go. She adds pureed strawberries to the bottom of his cup, filling it with espresso and milk.
"Your strawberry cafe latte to go," She places the hot beverage on the counter, Fred dropping in a tip in the tip jar before taking out his phone and snapping a quick photo of the latte art on top and taking a long sip. He inhales deeply after, looking at it with a dazed expression. "Amazing as always, Crash."
Y/n rolls her eyes at the familiar nickname. "What's wrong? Tell Freddy everything." Fred immediately notices her dampened mood, leaning over the counter for an answer. "I got fired today." She sighs, steaming some milk for her latte.
"You should've seen what happened here on Thursday, dude." She glares at Noah briefly, dropping her gaze back to the hot faucet in the milk. "What happened?" Fred questions.
"Nothing much, just an angry customer that got mad at me even though she grabbed the wrong drink during rush hour." She says dismissively, and her answer elicits a snort from Noah. "Dude, it was so rad. The lady threw her drink at Y/n, and it practically soaked her. She didn't even get angry and grabbed another customer's drink, throwing it back at her. The lady was fuming." Noah cackles.
"That's so cool! Are you okay, though? Were you burnt?" Fred shifts his attention back to Y/n's flushed face. Her cheeks feel like fire, and she shakes her head, trying to rid the embarrassment crawling into her face. "Yeah, but it got into my hair, and it took me ages to wash out the smell." She grumbles, finally taking a sip of her coffee.
"But, now she's fired because the lady complained to the higher-ups." Noah frowns, now leaning against the counter.
"Gotta find another job that accepts fourteen-year-olds." She finishes off the coffee, tossing the disposable up in the trash. Fred's unusually silent, and she looks at him only to see his brows furrowed, deep in thought. She shrugs at this, returning to her position behind the coffee machine.
The familiar jingle of a new customer entering has her attention now, and she busies herself with their order. She hands them their cup with a smile, although her eyes lose their usual spark.
"I know! Freddy's got an idea for you, kid. I'll pick you up after your shift is over." He exits the cafe with his drink before Y/n has time to question him, humming cheerfully without a care in the world.
"Wha-?" The door shuts behind him, leaving behind a bewildered Y/n and Noah, who shrugs and continues to take orders. She's snapped out of her daze when an order is placed in front of her and gets started immediately. Fred's promise fades from her mind, focused on the busy day ahead.
She falls into her usual routine, the comfort of it all allowing her to take her mind off the impending end of the day. Her mind is blank, filtering out all unnecessary thoughts besides ones related to her job.
Coffee. Pour. Milk. Smile. Repeat.
A small smile settles on her lips as she fills her last customer's cup of coffee for the day. She cleans up, takes out the trash, and looks up at the night sky, which starts to fill with stars. The day had gone by in a flash, and with it, her job.
"Aren't you gonna wait for Fred?" Noah calls out from the storeroom. Y/n pauses while packing her bag with leftover goodies Noah had allowed her to take. She'd be surviving off of those for a while.
"Yeah, I'll just wait here." She pulls out her phone, scrolling through social media aimlessly. She's interrupted when a wad of cash is handed to her, confusion written on her face as she looks up.
"Your tips from today. I'll miss having you work here, kid."
She takes it gingerly, counting through the tips as her brows furrow. "This is too much, though?" She questions. The realization hits her when she sees a cheeky grin on Noah's face.
"No." She states, handing back the amount that's rightfully his. He pushes the clenched fistful of cash back to her, smiling affectionately. "It's a parting gift from me."
"But you have to pay rent too!" She protests, unable to accept his gift.
"Eh, I'll survive for a month or so." Noah dismisses, turning around and picking up her bag. He hands it to her. "Fred's here. You should go. I'll lock up."
Y/n fights back the hot tears that start to form, a lump in her throat. She flings herself forward, burying her face in Noah's apron as she hiccups, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Thank you, Noah." She manages to say. His rough, calloused hand pats her head, and the gesture calms her down.
She takes a step back, her red eyes the only evidence of her crying. She unties the apron around her waist, folds it, and places it on an empty table. Noah takes it with a sad smile, waving her off.
She pushes open the cafe door, walking outside to see Fred in some sort of costume. His arms are spread, offering her a hug. She accepts, and he gives her a brief squeeze before letting go. "C'mon." He says, and she follows blindly.
"You're not going to kill me in the woods, are you?" She asks wryly, her voice hoarse. She eyes his odd costume. "Not in that, at least."
Freddy gasps, his hand placed on his chest in mock offense. "I'll have you know that this is a noble suit. The embodiment, the personification, the mascot, of SFIT." He says with a dramatic flourish. "So no, there will be no murder happening here."
"Thank god, I haven't had dinner yet." She breathes out a relieved chuckle.
"So how's it goin'? How's the fam?" He asks, eagerly accepting the pan au chocolate she offers him. She takes one from the container in her bag, munching away. "Well," She muses, "It's been alright on her end, I guess. Mom's constantly working, and being the only one here in San Fransokyo can be pretty lonely sometimes. I got enough to pay rent for the next two months, though, so that's pretty alright."
"My house is always open if you ever need a place to crash." Fred offers kindly.
"Thanks. I'll let you know if I ever need it." Y/n finishes off the sweet pastry, dusting her hands off on her jeans. Fred does the same, the faint stain of chocolate now on his mascot costume.
The two soon reach a large building in the distance, Y/n's eyes widening as she stares at the facility in awe. "C'mon, I'll bring you around." Fred motions for her to follow and she does, gawking at all the top-notch facilities on the campus.
"Welcome, to where the future is birthed."
Fred throws open the doors to a large lab with various students inside. The swinging door almost hits a tall and muscular guy, his brown locs kept neat by a yellow headband. "Hey!" He yelps, stumbling back and nearly falling if Fred hadn't caught his arm and steadied him.
"Sorry, Wasabi, just showing Crash here around." Fred grins, stepping aside to reveal Y/n, who grows timid at the sight of someone new. "H-hi. I'm Y/n." She introduces herself. "Wasabi." He extends a fist, and Y/n fist bumps him with a small, shy smile.
"Yeah! New friendship!" Fred cheers.
"What brings you to SFIT?" Wasabi questions. She's at a loss for words, shrugging unsurely. "Fred just brought me here." She replies with a nervous chuckle.
The man in question just grins. "Is Tadashi around?"
"No, but apparently, he's bringing his younger brother over." Someone on a bike skids to a stop in front of Y/n, and she takes a step back in surprise. "Gogo!" Fred greets, and the stranger gets off the bike, taking off her helmet to reveal a girl with a vibrant purple streak in her hair. She blows a bubble with her gum, popping it, and continues to chew on it. "Who's this?" She gestures to Y/n.
She’s pretty.
"This is Crash! Also known as Y/n." Fred introduces her, and she waves in response.
“Cool.”
"Is that a bike?" The question slips past Y/n's lips, and she feels her cheeks burn when all three turn to look at her. "I-I mean, nice bike?"
C'mon, act smart, Y/n!
"Yeah, it's a bike," Gogo smirks.
"It's not like any I've seen before." Y/n drinks in the sleek yellow design in awe. "Can I?" She asks, eyes shining with pure curiosity.
Gogo hesitates but nods.
She spins the wheel, watching it turn effortlessly with zero resistance. She moves her hand into the space between the wheel and bike pedal, flinching and drawing it back when she feels a strong yet invisible current.
"It's electro-mag suspension," Gogo reveals, her chin tilted up with a hint of pride.
"It's amazing." There are no other words to describe it.
"It is, but it's not fast enough." Gogo's proud demeanor turns into an unsatisfied frown, wheeling it back to what Y/n assumes to be her work area. She grabs the wheels and tosses them into an overflowing trash bin filled with other wheels, placing new ones on, hopping onto the bike, and speeding off around the lab.
"How about I show you what I've been working on?" Wasabi guides Y/n to his station, and she raises a brow at his impeccably organized workbench. Every tool had an outline for its spot. "There's a place for everything, and everything in its place." Wasabi grins. He places his hands on her shoulders, guiding her to stand behind a marked black and yellow tape line.
He powers on two devices opposite each other, a soft hum resonating in the air. Y/n feels the hairs on her back stand up, and she shivers slightly in anticipation. "Prepare to be amazed." Fred giggles maniacally from behind her, glowing with excitement. "Catch," Wasabi instructs, tossing an apple towards her between the devices.
Y/n raises her hands, stunned by the apple turning into paper-thin slices before it can reach her. "Wow…" She's speechless. She grabs a thin apple slice that drifts towards her, biting down and feeling it melt in her mouth.
Wasabi turns a heavy switch, and lasers become visible. "That's so cool!" She gasps at the sight, eyes wide in wonder. "Hmm." Wasabi frowns, picking up a piece of the apple and staring at it thoughtfully. He moves back to his device and continues to tinker. Fred grabs Y/n's arm, tugging her forward to a different lab area.
"That's Honey Lemon. We can talk to her later." Fred gestures to a gorgeous girl who has her earbuds in. Y/n can hear the faint sound of rock music, growing mildly concerned about Honey Lemon's eardrums.
She sits on a beanbag in the center of the room, looking around in amazement at all the contraptions and inventions. She itches for her notepad to jot down questions for interviews. Instead, she grabs her phone, and starts to type away furiously.
"That for your journalist club?" Fred leans back on a beanbag next to her, peeking over at the screen and reading a few questions. He raises a brow, impressed. Y/n nods quickly in response.
She looks up at the sound of the lab doors opening, a young man with shoulders as broad as the Pacific Ocean walking in. A young boy trails behind him with a bored look, straightening in surprise when Gogo zips past him with a cry of caution. She stops at her station and hooks her bike up, still unsatisfied with its speed.
Y/n watches the two boys greet Gogo, the younger one staring at the bike in amazement. She grins.
Been there.
She stands up and walks over, Fred too distracted by his comic book to notice. She walks past Wasabi, who looks up in curiosity, and Gogo greets her with a nod when Y/n approaches them. The two boys glanced at her, mild interest in their gaze.
"Gogo, this is my brother, Hiro."
Gogo takes off her helmet, looking at Hiro with an unimpressed stare before blowing a bubble and popping it sharply with her teeth.
Since I have returned, I would like to start rping. Is anyone about to still rp? I will enjoy rping with people and anyone. You can send me ask or even message me. So please let us all get to know each other darlings.
