This time, when your friends walk in, you almost fall and die.

To be fair, it didn't have to be them. Any motherfucker could have walked in - it just happened to be a couple of people you know, and one dude who you didn't but you remember seeing his resting bitch face on TV, so technically all people you know.

Oh, an explanation? You're currently doing this one dude's order, but since some idiot decided to put the whipped cream on the top shelf you have to balance on this tiny ass stool which is barely the size of one of your feet to reach it. The chime of the bell surprises you and almost sends you tumbling to your death. Instead, you swear loudly and jump backwards, somehow landing on your feet. And - oh shit, you didn't grab the whipped cream. God damnit.

You glance over your shoulder at the waiting customer - who hasn't looked up from his phone - and spot some of your friends coming over to the counter. It's Momo, Kyouka and Mina, alongside Kirishima and Kacchan. He looks like he wants to die. Relatable.

You wave, then turn back to your dilemma. How the fuck do I do this? Uh... You know what, fuck it.

Your last fuck flying out the window, you grab the bottom shelf and hoist yourself up with sheer detemmienation.

Finally grabbing the whipped cream bottle, you let yourself drop, your legs nearly buckling because you suck. Jk jk y'all are great- :) You make a mental note to rip that top shelf out of the wall later before you finish up the customer's drink and slide it across the counter to him. He leaves since he already paid, and your v gud frens step forward.

"Hi Y/n!" Mina grins.

"Yes, good afternoon," Momo says. You shoot 'em finger guns and then sit on the counter because you're a bad bitch™.

"¿Qué hay de nuevo, mis chicos?" You hum, grabbing the iPod that connects to the loudspeakers. "¿Peticiones de canciones?" <What's new, my dudes? Song requests?>

"Why the fuck are you speaking Spanish?" The Gunpowder Plot spits as Mina steals the iPod from you.

You lean over to him, blowing in his eyes. "Porque... que te jodan." <Because... fuck you.>

"I have no clue what the fuck you're saying."

"Bueno." <Good.>

Minecraft TNT Block looks like he's going to blow your face off when Despacito starts blaring out of the loudspeakers. You all stare at the grinning Mina in horror.

"... What the fuck have you done-"