as a employee for the local bookstore, you had all types of people come in. homeless people, loud people, actual readers, etc. everyday was interesting.

recently, a interesting boy came in for manga. banana fish to be specific. he had his hair over his eyes and always wore a gray hoodie. he never revealed his face and you always saw his nose and mouth. never his eyes. he’d always get another volume of banana fish or a boy-love manga.

this was one of those days.

he entered the bookstore and disappeared into the manga section. a couple minutes later, he appeared again. this time at your register. he placed three mangas on the counter, pulling out an earbud to hear you.

ikki knew he came here a lot and he came so much that he had tons of trinkets from here.

“when will banana fish be back in stock?” he asked, his quiet voice making it to your ears.