#* thrd.

*.･ﾟ @rkjei​  ˟

if anyone asks why aisha is never at home-- her answer is always that “she likes to explore, thanks.” but in reality-- occasionally the apartment gets too lofty, the breeze gets to crisp, and not even slinky curling around her feet can make her feel more at home.

so normally she ends up here-- here being jei’s apartment. and this is maybe the second place that is comfortable enough for her to appear like this. this, as in contacts out, hair pulled into a loose bun and bangs kept out of her face by a soft bunny ear headband -- wearing victoria secret boxers and a giant, almost dress-like shirt with a bear face printed on the back.

and here she waits for jei to return, my hero academia re-runs playing on the screen as she finishes up some of her homework. and by finishing-up-- she is doodling in the margins of her notes for every two problems she solves, humming under her breath. she’s just neatly put her notes away when she hears the door opening ( she’d announced her visit through text earlier -- the last thing she’d want is jei thinking someone’s robbing her apartment )

*.･ﾟ @rkxbin ˟ 

aisha's favorite season is autumn.

she's never been particularly fond of summer ( despite all the lace and skirts she could show off ). the heat always got to her-- so she much preferred to stay inside ( she also hated water - so the pool was not an option ).

but today... today feels like an exception.

the air isn't too stifling, the buzzing of the cicadas are muted, and theres a gentle breeze, blowing the highlighted strands of hair out of her face. but the best part-- aisha turns her head to the side where changbin sits on the swing next to hers. her hands tighten around the chain links slightly as her lips quirk up into a smile.

heo yoorim is rarely ever shy, or bashful, or anywhere near those adjectives. but as changbin glances her way she finds herself quickly looking up at the sky-- and she really hopes that the warmth on her face is from the temperature.

"thank you," she starts off, soft but clear.

and it's as sincere as can be-- she was honestly excited when changbin had invited her out for both of their birthdays. touched that he'd spend that time even after a day of training. and if she spent an extra long time picking an outfit that day or doing her hair - he would never know.

*.･ﾟ @rkchwev​​  ˟ 

if there is one thing aisha despises... it's studying.

the least she can do is make it more enjoyable for herself by finding a nice cafe to hole up in for the day. and that's how she's spent the last few hours-- she's created a cozy corner for herself along the bench, her supplies and notes and textbooks spread out in front of her. people have come and gone-- she's been here for a few hours at the least already. her empty plate, a few crumbs still littered on the white surface, is threatening to fall off the edge of the table. so she sets down her pens and highlighters and neatly stacks her papers together and grabs the plate, and as an afterthought, she grabs her near empty coffee cup to refill.

she has a feeling she's got a few hours to go.

she drops the plate off near the trash can and refills her coffee at the counter. but almost as soon as she turns to walk back towards her little corner-- she narrowly avoids running into someone, and her hand instinctively raises high-- aisha has always been tall for a girl, but in this moment she's grateful for her preference for extra platforms on her boots. this way, she managed to avoid whacking the poor bystander in the face with the plate or her mug. that didn't, however, stop the hot coffee from sloshing out slightly.

"oh my god-- i'm sorry, are you okay?" she frets, setting her cup down on a nearby table, "did it get on you at all-- hey, wait, i know you i think?"

*.･ﾟ @rkxbin ˟

the day is going quite normally-- aisha is close to being off her shift and she is looking forward to going home and taking a bath-- maybe start the new season of black mirror. but the universe seems to have other plans as a woman storms to the counter, cutting off the man who had just ordered and was urging her to ‘hurry up.’ -- and suddenly, they are arguing with each other and aisha can see the other cafe-goers, some studying, some chatting, turning to look at the commotion. she looks on with a blank expression as she takes a deep breath.

aisha is hardly ever noted for patience. professionalism, however? that much she has a handle on.

and so she slams one hand down on the pristine pink counter to grab the bickering customers’ attention, glare fierce even during the ensuing moment of silence. she then flashes a big smile, tone cordial as she enunciates each word that leaves her mouth.

“ma’am, i am sorry you didn’t like the choice you made but as you have finished the whole drink i cannot refund or change it for you. if you would like another drink or have any further complaints please proceed to the end of the line and wait your turn.” she turns her sharp gaze to the second customer and gestures towards the left. “as for you sir, i understand that you are in a hurry, but as you can see we have only two people on shift and are getting orders out as fast as possible, please wait over there and your drink will be out shortly, thank you.” once, both have, luckily but not without grumbling, complied, she straightens up.

she blows her bangs out of her face and returns to her previous position, one hand poised over the monitor to take orders as she fixes her artificial green gaze on the boy in front.