The sa as before, Sunday made our little city lively. Loads of people crowded the popular streets and the train station was busy enough as though rush hour would last for a whole day.
That’s not a problem for though. I paid no heed to the attention landing on and just quietly waited for my destination. I an, it’s rare to find soone crazy enough to hit on . Even more so, when I exuded an aura of a cold, indifferent guy.
But then again, despite my intention to ignore everyone, certain circumstances could happen at any mont such as…
“Oh! Hey, Nii-san! Do you still rember ?”
Yep. Soone called out to as soon as our eyes made contact. Well, he was observing way before. He already had the intention to approach . He was just waiting for the right mont.
Actually, he’s not a stranger to . And whether I believe it or not, he’s one of the few guys that I still rember even though I only ran into him once.
Well, it’s only been a month or so. Maybe that’s also a factor.
He’s that tall, muscular guy and soone who I evaluated as a cool kind of guy before. I still even have his business card tucked sowhere around our house.
The host club guy who tried recruiting back on the bus during my date with Hiko. He’s still wearing a flashy suit. He’s probably about to go to work. Or not? It’s still morning.
Anyway, I already forgot his full na but his surna was kinda morable. Takayama which ans high mountains. He’s probably living up to it, trying to reach the top spot in that industry.
As for the host club he’s working at…
Is it Lonely Hearts? Yep. One that catered to won’s lonely hearts. I bet they’re one of the more popular clubs in that pseudo-red-light district located in our city.
Within the few seconds that it took him to reach my vicinity, I already decided on my course of action.
I had no idea how he easily recognized when I had undergone a transformation so… I would play dumb about knowing him.
I had no desire to enter that industry, after all.
“Hmm? Do I know you?” I replied as I tilted my head in confusion.
The guy was taken aback. He then looked like he was trying to check in his mind if he was rembering correctly. But then, convinced that I was the one in his mory, he quickly regained composure.
“I see. You must be the type to not rember unpleasant experiences. I’m the one on that bus. My junior caused you trouble that day.” The guy produced his business card again, handing it to .
However, because of the card color’s notoriety and the obvious attire of the guy, the other passengers who were aware of it reacted.
So won gasped and grinned in understanding. They even focused on our faces and noted whatever they picked up.
So n clicked their tongues, disdain filling their expressions. They’re the ones not blessed with the looks or even just a physique to be called attractive or charming.
There was also one woman who noisily blurted out absurd things such as, “Eh? Is he getting hit on by a host? Are they now catering to n as well?”
Lady, you must be one of Kikuchi’s ilk. Stop leaving in your BL fantasy!
Anyway, ignoring all those again, I simply stared at the card before looking up at the guy. “I’m sorry but I’m not interested in that.”
“No, no, no! You got it all wrong. I’m just trying to… Ugh. Alright, I get it. I guess approaching you in this attire is rather off.” The guy tried to clear it up but then he also instantly gave up, drooping his shoulders. Surely, he’s still convinced that I’m the sa one he encountered before. But with my lack of interest in what he wanted to say, he could only give up.
Or so I thought.
His next move baffled not just but everyone on the train.
The man took a step back, enough to put a distance between us. But instead of retreating, the guy bowed his head in front of . And it’s the kind of bow that puts one’s upper body at a 90-degree angle. It’s considered sothing one will perform in desperation to have his or her plea to be heard.
“Please, can you hear out? I know this isn’t the right place but I don’t know when I will encounter you again after this.” He stretched one of his arms forward as his loud voice filled the whole train car, resulting in all attention focused on us.
This guy… What the hell is going on in his head? The way he pleaded was truly filled with desperation.
But why ?
I’m just a random guy you can see anywhere… He doesn’t even know my na.
Seconds quickly passed and all eyes focused on . The guy remained bowing there, waiting for my answer.
In this situation, anyone would feel the pressure and accept it disregarding the absurdness.
I’m not just anyone though.
Nothing will be able to trump my number one priority. Even if it’s a world-ending problem, I will still focus on what I set out to do for my girls.
Let’s see. After brushing off the pressurizing gazes from the other passengers, I contemplated how I would respond.
There are still close to five minutes before my station. If this guy could keep this up until then, I would hear him out. If not, then I would just walk off like nothing happened.
Upon deciding that, I fixed my sitting posture and crossed my arms, staring at him without saying anything.
The spectators clicked their tongues or hurled unpleasant words at but they were all irrelevant. In any case, the guy remained bowing like that, only checking on my face a few tis.
It should be embarrassing and sothing any man would be averse to doing, especially in this public space. But if he could keep this up then it’s probably really a matter of great importance to him.
Still, why ?
As seconds continued to trickle, everyone waited in bated breaths. The unpleasant words stopped but those were replaced by glares.
Can’t they just mind their own business? It’s not like I asked this guy to plead with . In my mind, this eting was just a coincidence. I even acted like I didn't know him. If anything, I could be seen as the victim here.
But well, the public’s perception was just that skewed. It’s hypocritical most of the ti. And in this situation, I beca the bad guy.
Soon enough, the announcent of the imminent arrival at the station rang out. The guy was already sweating bullets but he remained bowing there, fantastically persevering.
By the ti the train stopped at the station and the doors swung open, I imdiately stood up.
The eyes of the crowd still focused on , they kept waiting on what I would do.
No matter, since he desperately passed the little challenge that I ca up with, I reached for his shoulder and tapped it a few tis. It’s almost equivalent to saying ‘that’s enough’.
His bones cracked as he straightened his back and stared at , still waiting for my answer.
Instead of opening my mouth to use words, I simply gestured with my head to have him follow out.
And with that, the busybodies all let out sighs of relief and those whose stop was also at this station started standing up to leave.
So blatantly followed us to check what was going to happen next but that’s irrelevant now.
I walked to the side of the station where it was particularly deserted before facing the man, “Alright, whatever it is, I’ll hear you out this once. I really have no ti to waste.”
As I said that, the guy cracked a smile before starting with the story that made him do that.
“You see, I have an ardent request and I think you can accomplish it. Can you save our host club from going under?”
Although I expected that it would be about this, I still couldn’t believe it. That request is simply impossible no matter how I think about it.
Yeah… Let react like a normal guy then.
“Huh? Are you for real? What am I? A host club ssiah?!”
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