you were just a barista, but over the last few months your days were getting better with the reoccurring visits by none other than the prohero MindJack. you had just gotten off shift, getting ready to close the cafe on your own when there’s a knock on the door. you turned to tell the person you were closed when youre met with a flustered MindJack with a bunch on flowers in his hand standing in the rain. You open the door

i was hit by a love quirk…