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Maia's point of view:


I sat at the cash register, bored and exhausted. It was another long day with barely any costumers. No talking, No helping. Just sitting, bored, and wishing I had a better job.

I heard the bell of the door ring, making me quickly sit up and look at who came in. I saw a short male with fluffy red and white hair. Look who stole Todoroki's weave. He had on jeans and a cloud shirt that said "FLOAT". At least he had some sort of style.

"Hi! Could I know where the shirts are?" The small male asked, his voice hinting with anxiety and slight fear. "They're on isle thirteen" I said with a smile, he bowed/nodded quickly and rushed off to the isle, and I was already able to hear him looking around in the rack, the sound of the  metal hangers against the metal rack making me cringe. 

With time I heard the hangers screeching cease. The small, gentle footsteps of the costumer moving slowly somewhere else as he browsed. I leaned on the counter and sighed, waiting for the singular customer to finish looking around so I could clock out... But after a while I started to feel eyes on me. The feeling pierced through me like a knife, instinctually, I looked behind me to see who was looking, but I only saw the customer trying to reach something up high, and almost slipping in the process. Hm.. Weird. I thought, rubbing my neck as I looked back to the counter.

After a bit he came to the counter to purchase his items, which consisted of jeans, a sweater, and a beanie. "That will be 14.97." I said with a sigh "Really? This place really is cheap, in a good way I mean." He said with a soft smile, paying me the needed amount. "Have a nice day Maia! Hope you have a good day after your shift ends!" He said, walking out with his belongings. I paused...


He knew my name? 

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