After the death of Korosensei, Nagisa starts attending high school and gets a part-time job at a convenience store. Partially because he wants to save up some money, partially to get more time away from his mom, but retail life sucks! No wonder ther...
As it turns out, it's a good thing I'm not wearing something scary today.
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While waiting for some customers to show up after the lunch rush, I notice a little girl out the front who looks ready to cry. I decide to go check on her and leave the empty store before she disappears in the crowd.
*Ding-a-ling*
She frantically spins around and glances up, her eyes widening as I approach her.
"Hey. Are you okay?" I offer my hand and a smile.
Tears start to spill out and she runs up to hug me and all she can do is cry. My guess is she's around three or four years old.
"Aw, what's wrong?" I gently pet her head to get her to calm down. "Are you lost?"
She nods up and down, face still buried in my clothes.
"Aww!" I push her away ever so slightly so I can get down to her level. "Hey." I wait a moment until she stops crying. "What do you think of my ears?"
Her eyes go wide again and she hesitantly reaches out for them. She gently squeezes it once and gasps.
I laugh. "Soft, huh?"
She nods and reaches out for the second with her other hand. After a few minutes of this, she's laughing too.
"Soft!" She exclaims.
"I know, right?" I make a motion to pick her up and she jumps in place excitedly, allowing me to. Then I look around with her. "Do you see your parents anywhere?"
"You're short." She states, attempting to climb up higher for a better view.
I do my best to ignore the jab at my height. "What do they look like?"
She stops shifting around and sinks back down. "I don't see them..."
"Well, I'm sure they're looking for you."
She frowns, her eyes tearing up again.
"Oh, don't cry." I glance back into the store. "Want to wait inside with me? I could probably get you a snack."
Her eyes light up. "Berry milk!"
"I'm pretty sure we have that."
I bring her inside, get her a strawberry milk, and we stare out the window together looking for her parents. I still don't know what they look like, so I just search for anyone that seems frantic or anxious and point them out to her. She'll push her face up against the window, leaving prints everywhere that I'll probably have to clean up once she's gone. Oh well.
She gasps. "There!"
I spot a man with three other kids, attempting to rally them in our general direction. The kids all seem like very excitable boys, oblivious to the man's troubles. A customer happens to enter the store and I let them know I'll only be a minute while I go and return the girl to her family. The guy nods and starts perusing the store in my absence.
