Finally, after ages, Satoru managed to have the gojo clan off his ass after sending some rumor to them back then with his friends, about how independent he is to the school and stability he makes around people, with the fact he's the golden side of the coin. All that was wrote by his teenage self,who just cried for a time without getting messages from the gojo clan.

By time, he was in 3rd grade with shoko, he couldn't get over suguru leaving, he couldn't. Suguru was his close and best friend, even closer than shoko because sometimes he felt shy to speak some things with shoko.

But, without the clans messages, he got no money now sent to him. Another day, opening mails to see it's just messages from Yaga. He groaned and pinched his nose, sighing. there was no other way than actually taking a job, along with being a sorcerer student...

What could the strongest work as? A nurse? A car racer? A teacher on local schools? Anything mighty? No. A barista. Yes, he's a barista.

Usually he'd work on the café on some unscheduled scrambled days due to his missions. Damn.

He'd usually work with irritation, being a new adult who's in need of money and just wants to finish the day, But... You were an exception, somewhat.

Whenever you entered the café, he cherished the fact you're breathing the same air as him. Damn boy, now he really is head over heels for a regular customer..

One-day, he came late and got gifted with a bunch of different orders to take, he pouted, placing his fist over his cheek in boredom, he started to form his thoughts to.. daydream a little. Until he stirred off his thoughts as he noticed you sitting. Ah, another barista/waiter took your order.

Suddenly, he had an idea to confess to you, he ran and took your order quick, drawing with foam over your coffee, and ran to your table, giving a little grin and setting the cup down,

"Enjoy.." he said, before running back and hiding behind the wall, as you realized the coffee foam read "wanna go with me out".