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Hajime was a busy guy. He worked as a waiter at a fancy restaurant named The Yorks. It specialized in homemade pasta and soups, but it had other dishes as well. Hajime worked full time and his customers loved him. He was genuinely friendly and cared how well his guests were feeling. It did get hard some days though. He hates getting yelled at by customers when something goes wrong. It makes him feel so worthless at his job, and he’s almost quit because of it. But, his coworker, Chiaki, was the reason why he got the job, and the reason why he is still at that job. He loved her with all of his heart, she was his best friend, and the only person to know he was gay. It was hard coming to terms with his sexuality, but he did. Chiaki supported him.

Today Hajime woke up at around 2pm. His bed was in a corner, the longer end across from his bedroom door. He had a computer desk that sat next to his closet. It had only a laptop and some speakers on it, a few papers tossed here and there in the drawers. He had only two posters up of his favorite celebrity and his favorite show. Mustering up the energy, he let out a huge sigh and sat up quickly, his back immediately slouching. He checked his phone to see a text from Chiaki.

CHIAKI 1:43PM - Hey hey! Would you be able to come into work today? I know it’s been a full 8 days since your last day off, but it’d be a big help… -

Hajime sighed loudly, he really didn't want to go into work today.

ME 2:08PM - You know I’ll always come in if you need me. -

He responded, pressing send. He stood up almost losing his balance due to how exhausted he was. He went into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. Only in underwear and a baggy T-shirt with this brown hair a mess. He chuckled to himself as he stripped and started his shower. While he waited for the water to warm he set the dryer to warm his clothes he had washed the night before. Showers were Hajime’s escape. He took a long one this time. Around 40 minutes. As he stepped out, towel wrapped around him, the cold air made its way onto his skin, goosebumps forming. Hajime grabbed his work clothes from the dryer. They were warm and felt amazing against his smooth skin. He got dressed slowly and then looked in the mirror again. He saw a fresh Hajime. A white button down shirt with a little black bow tie. Black pants, shoes, belt, and socks. Putting his customer smile on, he texted Chiaki that he was on his way.

Arriving, the parking lot was packed, it was hard for him to find a parking spot. He ended up having to park in the very back of the big parking lot. It was around Christmas time so it was always busy. He walked inside and immediately started looking for Chiaki. He listened to the general public talk. It was weird listening to so many families talk about so many things. He wished he had someone to talk to.

After a long while of searching, he finally found Chiaki. “Hey, I’m sorry I ran a little late. I had to take a shower and fully get ready.” He said, slightly out of breath. Chiaki looked at Hajime with a smile, “It’s all good! You’ll be in section 3 today! The one with only two tables to serve!” Chiaki said, hugging Hajime tight. “Thank you for coming in today, it means the world.” She said once again, letting him go. Hajime smiled in return, walking away slowly so he could start serving the people at his tables. One of his tables had a small family, and the other had a girl with silver hair, it had a blue-ish tone to it, with braids that were perfectly entangled with each other. She was wearing black glasses that complimented her beautiful red eyes, and black street clothes. The look on her face was quite monotone, straight faced. The man across from her caught Hajime’s eye. He was short and his feet couldn’t touch the ground. He wore a suit with white stripes on it that went downward, not straight across. His short blonde hair looked wonderful, it fit his well articulated face with his natural blush tones on his cheeks. He looked rather mad and had a raised tone with the girl across from him, though Hajime didn’t want to eavesdrop.

Hajime didn’t know how to talk to guys, so he had no idea how he was going to help these two people at this table. He helped the small family just fine and they left fairly quickly. The other table, which had that beautiful looking guy, took much longer, and they hadn’t ordered their food yet. Hajime, looking nervous, walked slowly up to the table, glancing at the blonde boy then immediately looking at the silver haired girl. “H-hi there… my name is Hajime and I’ll be serving you guys today.. What can I get you guys to drink t-today?” He asked in his nervous customer voice. They both looked at him then at each other. “I’ll have a water.” The girl with silver hair said. “I’ll have a coke, no ice. If there’s ice in it, you bet your ass I’ll be sending it back.” The blonde haired guy said. “O-okay, I'll be right back.” He said, dashing off into the kitchen to make their drinks. “You didn’t have to be so mean, Fuyuhiko.” Silver hair said. “I know, Peko, but this is just how I function.” Fuyuhiko said, shrugging it off. Luckily, Hajime heard that portion of the conversation as he stepped into the kitchen. ’Fuyuhiko…. what a good name…’ he thought to himself.

Eventually, Hajime brought back the drinks, a water and a coke with no ice. “Uh, um, would you like anything else?” He asked. “I’ll have the basic spaghetti please.” Peko said. Her voice was mesmerizing. “I’ll have the same, but with 6 meatballs, and a fuckton of parmesan cheese.” Fuyuhiko said, with a slight smirk on his face as his eyes ran up down Hajime. Hajime noticed and started blushing a faint pink. “Alright, we will get your order in and have it out as soon as possible.” He said, dashing away again, putting the order in and immediately running it Chiaki. He was excited. More excited than he’s ever been. “Chiaki, Chiaki!” Hajime shouted, running over and hugging her from behind. “Uh, um, so, a guy just checked me out and I don’t know what to do…” He said. She made Hajime get off of her and she turned around slowly, giving Hajime a smirk of excitement.

“It’s time.”