It was a summer job.

The house Social Services had forced Inosuke into didn't like that he was failing every class except gym. Disruptive in school, rude to teachers and students, exhibits reckless behaviour. They never missed a beat in hammering it home on his report cards.

So to 'teach' him some responsibility, they stuck him in a cafe to make him work for an allowance. Inosuke could always run off to the woods to get his fill, but forests here weren't nearly as big as they were back in the mountains. They could only provide him with so much.

Inosuke didn't have a choice, especially when everyone was convinced he was a lost cause. That one's on a fast track to delinquency. He has no future. Oh yeah!? Well Inosuke probably had more potential than all those wimps combined! He'd rpove to them that he was as capable- no, better than all of them!

The apron was itchy, the coffee smelled like shit, and the uniform was too restrictive. What do you mean there's no sleeveless option? That was the bare minimum! Not only did he have to deal with customers, but coworkers too. But he sucked it up ~~no matter how much he wanted to bite them~~.

When Inosuke's turn to serve his first customer came, he spoke through gritted teeth, lips forced up into a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Welcome here I guess. Tell me what you wanna eat or get out of my face."

All those nonsense phrases went in one ear and out the other during training.