This is my first fanfic on this account, so if you call it hell, I'll agree with you. Just getting used to the way things work.
Prologue
Kuchiki Rukia was many things, but patient was not one of them. She was late for class, her coffee machine was broken, and her only caffeine was coming from an extra large no-cream no-sugar made by high school drop outs and art students. A coffee that, by the way, she had been waiting for for seven minutes. She considered yelling at the cashier. The only thing that didn't come to mind was skipping the coffee. Now, Rukia could manage her time. But even she couldn't go a day without coffee without collapsing.
She noticed the barista change shifts, the auburn haired girl replaced by a boy with orange hair and a deep scowl. Rukia wanted to scream, as now her drink would take even more time. She wondered for a second if her eyes were bloodshot, and if that was making her angry. They probably were. She was a business student, damnit! A business student who liked to be early to class. She muttered a few choice words under her breath.
"I have a black for a Rukia?"
Her head shot up. Finally. She stole the coffee out of the hands of Mr. Scowl, paid a fair tip for being quicker than the girl before him, and ran out, taking a sip of the -admittedly good- coffee.
Whelp. Here's to trying new things.