"So, you're the one I've been looking for," Miyano said to the tall guy, who was wearing a helmet and sitting on the bike.
Hearing this, the guy looked at Miyano and asked, "Who are you? Are you talking to me?"
Miyano replied, "Of course. Is there anyone else here?"
The guy got off the bike and walked towards Miyano. Standing in front of him, with his tall, wide, and muscular frame, Miyano felt smaller in comparison.
"So, what's your problem? Is it because I smashed your friend's head today?" he asked with a mocking tone.
"I'm your teammate," Miyano said with a smile, extending his hand towards him. The gesture left him confused, unsure of Miyano's intentions.
He removed his helmet, his gaze locking with Miyano's. Miyano's eyes were drawn to him, taking in the sharp features of the good-looking guy in front of him. His eyes then shifted to the mark on his neck, curiosity flickering within them.
The deep cut on his neck told Miyano everything he needed to know about his personality tough, battle-hardened, and no stranger to danger.
"So, what kind of teammate?" he asked, leaning slightly toward Miyano with curiosity in his voice. The question pulled Miyano out of his thoughts, catching him off guard for a moment.
Stepping back, Miyano replied, "You're in our team. The teacher already decided the groups, so you'll have to work with us. We need your contribution for this project."
"Project? You really expect me to do that?" he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Look, you have to work with us," Miyano said, his expression firm. "If you can't, then talk to the teacher and find a replacement."
He was surprised by Miyano's words—no one had ever dared to speak to him like that. The bluntness and confidence in Miyano's voice left him momentarily mesmerized.
After saying this, Miyano turned and walked away, feeling the weight of the stare lingering on his back.
"Anyway I hope he sought it out " he said to himself.
As Miyano entered the corridor, he saw Kiyoto running toward him. When Kiyoto reached him, he grabbed Miyano by the shoulders, looking him over as if searching for something. "What happened? Did you meet him?" Kiyoto asked, his voice filled with curiosity.
"Yeah, I did," Miyano replied. "I talked to him about the project, but I don't think he'll show up. I told him to speak with the teacher and find a replacement if he can't work with us."
"Hm, that's good," Kiyoto nodded. "But don't go alone like that again. Next time, call me too," he added firmly.
With a laugh, Miyano said, "I'm not a kid, Kiyoto."
"Alright, let's go now," Kiyoto said, his expression softening into a relaxed smile.
Miyano and Kiyoto walked down the corridor together.
Miyano glanced at Kiyoto, still processing the conversation with the new teammate. It felt odd to be in a group with someone so unpredictable.
Kiyoto, still walking beside him, raised an eyebrow. 'Do you really think he'll find a replacement?' he asked, his tone curious.
"I don't know. Let's see what happens," Miyano replied then added, "We have to rush for work, right? You forgot?"
Kiyoto's eyes widened in realization. "Oh, yeah, I completely forgot about that."
Miyano shot him a knowing look. "Figured you did," he said with a smirk. "Alright, let's get moving before we run even later."
Miyano as usual stoped the car in front of kiyoto's dorm. As Kiyoto got in the car they rushed towards the restaurant.
As they entered the restaurant, the warm scent of grilled food and spices enveloped them. The sound of clinking dishes and soft chatter filled the air, making the place feel lively.
After heading to the back, they changed into their uniforms—tuxedo-style shirts with bow ties, minus the blazers. Kiyoto tugged at his collar, frowning slightly. "Feels like this thing gets tighter every time."
Once dressed, they walked toward the bar, where the evening crowd was starting to settle in.
Miyano adjusted his bow tie as he glanced at the tables. "Looks like it's going to be another busy night."
"Yeah," Kiyoto muttered, already scanning the room for the first orders.
Miyano headed behind the bar, smoothly beginning to mix drinks with practiced ease, the clink of glass and the soft splash of liquor accompanying his movements. Meanwhile, Kiyoto grabbed a tray and began serving the first round of orders, moving between tables with a quick, efficient pace.
As he served one table, he noticed a customer eyeing him strangely, murmuring something to the person next to them. Ignoring it, Kiyoto turned to leave. But just as he stepped forward, he felt a sudden, sharp smack on his butt.
For a moment, he froze, shocked and furious. His body stiffened, and his hands tightened around the tray. Slowly, he turned around, his eyes narrowing into a deadly glare at that person . The customer smirked, clearly amused by the reaction.
Kiyoto's anger flared, but he bit his tongue. He couldn't afford to cause a scene—not if he wanted to keep this job. His jaw clenched, and after a long, tense moment, he forced himself to turn back around, walking away with the heat of frustration burning inside him.
Kiyoto noticed that several other customers had seen the incident, but their faces remained expressionless, indifferent. He realized with a sinking feeling that this sort of thing might not be unusual here.
As he turned to Miyano, he flashed him a smile. Thinking Miyano hadn't seen anything, Kiyoto let out a quiet breath of relief and forced himself to relax. He straightened up and walked toward the next customer, trying to shake off the uncomfortable moment.
But as he moved away, Miyano's expression changed. His eyes remained locked on the customer who had crossed the line. He had seen everything, and his usual calm demeanor was now tinged with coldness as he stared at that person.
While Kiyoto went about his duties, unaware of Miyano's reaction, tension hung in the air because Miyano wasn't one to let things slide easily.