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In this day and age, witches weren't exactly rare. They weren't exactly common either. A bit of a worst kept secret type deal. Don't interfere with them and you really got nothing to worry about. Indeed, there have been several cases of witches being on the good side of the respective cities and town they chose to reside in. Otherwise, they liked to simply hide in plain sight.
One such witch was Yosuke Hanamura. While there were a few trusted souls who knew exactly who he was, most did not and he preferred it that way. He wasn't really one to dabble in people's lives anyway and his wares were hardly out of the ordinary so it was actually incredibly easy to disguise himself as the owner of an apothecary and small tea shop. His regulars got a kick out his pun-filled menu items which only further hid his true nature. It wasn't even that Yosuke was all that nervous of being found out (he had enough anxiety as it were) but he just didn't want to deal with what normally came with it. The requests for things he didn't want to make, love potions and such. It's why a lot of witches hid their true natures. Humans could be incredibly selfish and even turn violent were they so inclined. It just wasn't worth it, in his opinion.
There's a reason even his business tended to be looked down upon by other witches, given all the human traffic he got. But he always shrugged it off. Fortune tellers got the same, after all. Still, that didn't mean he didn't remain wary and cautious over who he had dealings with. All of his suppliers were other herb witches, after all. He just couldn't allow himself to trust a human to do what he needed to do. That is...
Until he actually needed to.
Yosuke rubbed his face, cursing to himself as he realized a few of his jars of dried plants were empty and his back up stores were also empty. His supplier was late this time and he needed these herbs for a few select potions that one of his regulars would need soon. She was an elderly woman and she swore by his salves and teas to help her aching joints moreso than any other painkiller over the counter. He could probably give her something else to tide her over but he wasn't sure he could handle the disappointment. She was always so nice to him! But where else could he go? His scooter was broken, so he couldn't go out of town to an acquaintance that he could likely borrow from and he couldn't ask them to come by his place.
Just as he was about to give up, Yosuke noticed a nearby sign that had been taped to the window of his shop. A flower sale? Did they even have herbs? He could maybe get a few flowers and perhaps experiment to substitute the rest... or maybe... he tapped his chin, he supposed it didn't hurt to at least take a look. He really had no other options right now. Yosuke sighed and flipped the 'Closed' sign on his door, locking it shortly after and made his way to the little flower shop that was just around the the bend of his own, tucked away shop. He stepped onto the main sidewalk and followed the street signs that led to the little corner flower shop. He stepped inside, the little bell chiming.
"Er... hello?"
One such witch was Yosuke Hanamura. While there were a few trusted souls who knew exactly who he was, most did not and he preferred it that way. He wasn't really one to dabble in people's lives anyway and his wares were hardly out of the ordinary so it was actually incredibly easy to disguise himself as the owner of an apothecary and small tea shop. His regulars got a kick out his pun-filled menu items which only further hid his true nature. It wasn't even that Yosuke was all that nervous of being found out (he had enough anxiety as it were) but he just didn't want to deal with what normally came with it. The requests for things he didn't want to make, love potions and such. It's why a lot of witches hid their true natures. Humans could be incredibly selfish and even turn violent were they so inclined. It just wasn't worth it, in his opinion.
There's a reason even his business tended to be looked down upon by other witches, given all the human traffic he got. But he always shrugged it off. Fortune tellers got the same, after all. Still, that didn't mean he didn't remain wary and cautious over who he had dealings with. All of his suppliers were other herb witches, after all. He just couldn't allow himself to trust a human to do what he needed to do. That is...
Until he actually needed to.
Yosuke rubbed his face, cursing to himself as he realized a few of his jars of dried plants were empty and his back up stores were also empty. His supplier was late this time and he needed these herbs for a few select potions that one of his regulars would need soon. She was an elderly woman and she swore by his salves and teas to help her aching joints moreso than any other painkiller over the counter. He could probably give her something else to tide her over but he wasn't sure he could handle the disappointment. She was always so nice to him! But where else could he go? His scooter was broken, so he couldn't go out of town to an acquaintance that he could likely borrow from and he couldn't ask them to come by his place.
Just as he was about to give up, Yosuke noticed a nearby sign that had been taped to the window of his shop. A flower sale? Did they even have herbs? He could maybe get a few flowers and perhaps experiment to substitute the rest... or maybe... he tapped his chin, he supposed it didn't hurt to at least take a look. He really had no other options right now. Yosuke sighed and flipped the 'Closed' sign on his door, locking it shortly after and made his way to the little flower shop that was just around the the bend of his own, tucked away shop. He stepped onto the main sidewalk and followed the street signs that led to the little corner flower shop. He stepped inside, the little bell chiming.
"Er... hello?"