"Eh, a newcor~?" Hayasaka Ai raised her hand to cover her mouth, her expression overly dramatic.
( •͈૦•͈ )
"Super handso too. Is this Eri-chin's boyfriend?"
After saying that, Hayasaka glanced at Sakurai.
What the hell is this Sakurai guy up to?
Why's he hanging around with a bunch of gyaru?
"Hello, I'm Eri's boyfriend. Just call Yuuto. This is our first ti eting, right?"
"That's right, first ti." Hayasaka Ai untied the jacket around her waist.
It was a bit hot in the room.
Looking around, she noticed the only empty seat was next to Ryouta.
'Hmmm… maybe I should find a chance to get rid of this guy?'
He's been following her for days.
Phach! — with a sound, sothing strange fell from Hayasaka Ai's jacket pocket.
"Oh dear. Dropped sothing, sorry about that."
(๑>•̀๑)
"..."
One gyaru girl sitting in the corner caught sight of the object and froze.
That's a...
GUN?!!!
EHHHH WTH!!!!!!?
༼;´༎ຶ ༎ຶ༽
"I'm very interested in guns, so I usually collect gun replicas." Hayasaka Ai picked the gun up.
(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧
Oi oi! That drop earlier sounded way too heavy, didn't it?
Are toy guns really that weighty?
"Look, it's fake." Hayasaka Ai cocked the gun.
( ＾◡＾)っ/̵͇̿̿/'̿'̿ ̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿
Clack.
"..."
She pointed the barrel toward Ryouta, and just as the blonde delinquent turned pale with fear.
"These fake models are so finely made now! Just like the real thing."
Eri tried to ease the tense atmosphere.
'Because it is real,' Hayasaka Ai sighed silently to herself.
As the personal maid of Ojou-sama Kaguya, carrying a gun for self-defense wasn't unusual, right?
Though usually, it was only for intimidation — not actual killing.
Those present also noticed that Hayasaka Ai clearly didn't want to sit next to the delinquent, so the gyaru girl who had been sitting next to Sakurai stood up to give her seat.
And so, Hayasaka Ai successfully approached Sakurai Saki.
"Hello there~" Sakurai still wore his sunny smile.
(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)੭
He was currently flustered enough to want to die on the spot.
Though he had ntally prepared for the possibility of running into soone he knew while working—
He hadn't expected to be this mortified.
It was the kind of embarrassnt that made him want to dig a hole and bury himself forever.
Hayasaka Ai smiled as well.
(≖⩊≖)
But the two didn't speak much.
Sakurai Saki quickly redirected his attention to the client. As a rented boyfriend, he couldn't afford to neglect his temporary girlfriend.
Otherwise, his reputation would plumt.
Any factor that might affect his inco had to be eliminated as early as possible.
( -_•)▄︻テحكـ━一💥
What followed was a long stretch of dull ti. Sakurai got dragged into singing a few songs with everyone.
After separating from the group, sowhere on a Shibuya side street, Sakurai and the client ended their professional relationship.
Watching Sakurai's back gradually fade into the distance, Eri felt a hollow emptiness inside.
Just monts ago, he had been so gentle and sweet — now, he was cold as ice.
Though that was exactly what professionalism looked like.
Still… she couldn't help but wish he'd care about her, even just a little. Just a little would be enough.
Would she even be able to book him again tomorrow? Was there a lifeti subscription plan?
Thinking that—
She pulled out her pink, heavily accessorized smartphone and opened the boyfriend rental app.
'So extra~'
"( - ⌓ - )
All appointnts were fully booked until next month.
...
Tidying his hair and clothes, Sakurai Saki stood at the entrance of the train station.
At the vending machine, Sakurai inserted a coin and waited for the can to drop.
He was addicted to coffee — if he didn't drink so regularly, he'd start getting sleepy.
One can dropped. Sakurai bought a second.
Thud!
Along with the sound of the coffee dropping into the tray, a slender, pale hand with clearly defined joints snatched the can.
Hayasaka Ai grabbed the can of coffee, opened it, and took a sip.
"Black coffee… so bitter."
(,,>﹏
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