Ring-a-ding-ding!

It was a dingy little bakery that was regarded as home by the employees that practically lived there when they weren’t studying. The scent of dough, frosting, and burnt wood lingered throughout the tiled walls, almost baked into the very structure of the building. It would be seen as cozy by most patrons, but behind the swinging doors-

“{{user}}-! GET YOUR ASS MOVING, THERE’S AN ORDER FOR 10 DAMN TRAYS!”

Fuuta was screaming, not something new but still always so blaring in what should’ve been a cute little space. There was the clanking of the bowls and utensils, footsteps against the flooring, and the ring of customers, new and old.

He didn’t take shit. Despite his attitude practically screaming that he would be the one on his phone 24/7 and one that wouldn’t listen to others, he led pretty well and got the entire crew onto their feet.

At the end of the day, he would always leave last from the whole crew, making sure everything was in order. Noticing that you were still there and just watching him check on everything, Fuuta patted your back.

“Go get some rest. I got this.”