My Yakuza Boyfriend's

Chapter 12 - Work

That way, all my love problems are over. I'm glad Tora still wants to be friends with me after that embarrassing incident. Maybe my true fate is less fortunate. But I'm happy because it's not as drag as I thought. Tora agrees. I also did not take revenge on him for being rejected.

All I think about now is finding money. I'm not sure after Grandma died, my two uncles would send money regularly. Moreover, they are in economic trouble. Grandma's house hasn't been sold. Usually Grandma helps them by selling homemade pastries to the shops.

There's no way I'm asking Tora for a job because I'm not talented at doing Yakuza work. Besides, I've never heard of anyone working part-time in a Yakuza organization.

I decided to ask Koizumi. It turns out that his father was in a shortage of people in the kitchen. In the hotel, there is also a restaurant that provides food with an international menu. Of course I won't cook. My job is to wash dishes and kitchen utensils. At night, the guests were very numerous, so I had to move quickly and precisely. The kitchen felt very cramped and dizzying, but I had to concentrate. It was a bit difficult at first, but a few days later I got used to it.

Monday I'm off. Tuesday to Saturday I work the afternoon after school, while Sunday starts from 6 am until 9 pm because the restaurant is always more crowded at the end of the week. By working like this, I felt a marked difference in my grades at school. I concentrate more on studying, so my grades improve. My brain is used to working constantly. I also diligently cleaned my room which is usually full of thick dust.

Although I only faced the sink every day, I could hear the chefs and their assistants busy preparing food for the guests, peering at the results, as well as smelling the fragrance of their cooking. The dessert is very interesting because it is colorful and uniquely shaped. Sometimes I get leftovers from the kitchen that are super tasty until I want to keep them in the refrigerator because it's a pity to eat them, but the taste would be different if I did.

"Prepare everything!" the head chef, Mitsushima Ryo, ordered his men, including me.

"Ayase, help me with this!" the orders of a female chef who was struggling to shift a mixer as big as her.

"Ayase, can you slice a carrot of the same thickness? I will exemplify," asked the male chef who takes care of the appetizers, very courteous as always.

"Come, pan!" The fiercest chef in the kitchen threw his old frying pan into my sink.

I met people of different characters in the kitchen and tried to carry out the duties of all of them, preparing everything at the right time. However, I also did not escape the mistake, for example lack of clean washing equipment and late put the dishes to be used to serve food. No hesitation they scolded me. It had once occurred to me to resign because cooking with Grandma was more fun than this, but I felt an incredible feeling as they praised me. Also, chef Mitsushima was a wise and decisive person. The 50-year-old man amazed me for having the charisma of a chef. Especially if he's wearing his uniform. The food was so delicious that it made me want to eat and eat again.

"Until tomorrow!" I shouted to my superiors as I bid my farewell. It was very dark outside as I walked through the spacious and quiet hotel lobby. Soft sofas are arranged in such a way with elegant decor. The suitcase trolleys were idle in the corner of the room. A neat-looking receptionist is still busy with her work. I smiled kindly at him when he noticed my presence.

However, just a few meters away to reach the automatic glass door, I saw 2 people, men and women, whom I had just met getting off the taxi. Makoto looked at Tora whose size was larger than her. Tora looked helpless with her arm around Makoto's shoulder, but there was not a single cut on her face or body. Makoto was too busy dragging Tora, so didn't see me.

I'd better not show myself in front of them. So I hid behind the couch by the glass door and peeked. Two hotel staff came to help. Makoto and they all laid Tora down near my couch like a corpse. Tora's eyes were closed, but her stomach was up and down, meaning she was still alive. Then, Makoto turns to the reception desk and leaves Tora.

Sleeking, I crawled over to Tora. I stabbed her in the cheek with my index finger, but Tora stayed asleep. Then, I shook his shoulders slowly. "Tora-san," I whispered in her ear. I traced her jaws that had grown a little feathery. On his lips and on his chin. When was the last time he shaved? I called his name again.

Tora reacted by opening her eyes. It takes a few seconds for him to focus. "Tomomi? What are you doing?" tanyanya slow. The breath smells of sake.

"I work here" I replied. "Why are you drunk?"

Tora raised her hand and placed it on my cheek without answering. Normally I would bow down in embarrassment, but I had promised myself to consider Tora just a friend, so I let her do it. We stared at each other for a long time. He took my hand and put it on the left side of his chest. Tora's heart was pulsing under my palm, the longer it got faster. A second later, Tora closed her eyes again.

"Tora-san?" call me. The man was unconscious, so I went back to where I was.

Makoto and the two hotel maids came back to Tora and swept her into the hotel hallway. They waited for the elevator door to open, then entered it with Tora.

The sound of the glass being tapped jumped my shoulders. I turned around and found Kei behind the thick glass of the hotel building. He was smiling with his cherry as he waved his hand. The person I least want to meet is coming. Without caring about my face water, he came in and came to me. The man again dressed up as a host, this time with lip gloss. The skin is white once lit by lobby chandeliers. "I see it all, you know" the god. His tone was up and down, as if swinging.

"Eh?" So Kei was in front, watching me and Tora. Now that's a shame.

"You don't want to catch up with them?" ask Kei.

"No. I'm going home" I replied.

Kei laughing. "You're not worried in case they do something?"

I know what he means, but I'm not gonna let him make my mood drop. "It's none of my business" I said.

"Alright then," Kei reached into his pants pocket. "For you" he said, handing me several thousand bills.

"For what?"

"Taxi."

"I got on the train," I threw away my face.

Kei grunting. "The cup is right Tora-kun said. You're very attractive."

"Tora-san told me about me?"

"You want to know?" Kei smiled mischievously, then sat down on the sofa. He patted the cushion of the sofa next to him. "Sit down."

"You're not drunk, are you?" manya suspect.

"Little bit. But I was sober enough to talk to you."

At first, I hesitated. I ended up sitting on that couch. Don't let anyone else think of me as a host service tenant for seeing me sit down with Kei. There is always a sense of urgency when dealing with this person. But he's quite friendly.

Kei heaved a sigh of relief after turning to the left right to make sure no one would hear our conversation. The man also looked at the back of the sofa where I was hiding earlier. "Where should I start... Okay. Me and Tora-kun first met in Freeze, just like you. Tora-kun just joined. He still hasn't grown feathers on his face."

"Hey, why did you give me such a look? Want proof?" challenge Kei who turns around and lifts the back hair that covers his nape, as well as lowering the collar of his shirt. There is a small part of the tattoo, no matter what image, is green. It's been a typical Yakuza to have a tattoo that fills their entire back. Some reach the chest, as well as the arms and legs. The process must be very painful because drawing it is not using an automatic tool, but bamboo that has been sharpened. I shuddered just by imagining it. Kei straightened his hair and shirt again.

I nodded as if saying "i've seen".

Later, Kei continued his story. "We've been friends ever since. Since I also work at the host club, then we usually meet after the task is done."

"You're given permission to host?"

"Kumicho told me to. He said to attract more guests."

My forehead wrinkled in response to Kei's reply. What is so special about this guy? His face is unique. Lips thin. The shape of the nose is straight and sharp. Her hair color is beautiful highlighted by lights. I was most amazed at her white and smooth skin without a stain.

What kind of tasks does Kei do other than being a host? He could lose his guests if he followed Kumicho on a trip. But every day being in a host club must be very boring, meeting women who need a friend to talk or drink. The rich women spent a lot of money in just one day. If I do, Grandma will kill me.

"Well!" Kei pointed. "You don't trust me anymore, do you? Geez! Usually my guests will be instantly fascinated the moment they see me. Just this time I met someone like you," said Kei alone. He took a breath and threw it away slowly. "I'll continue. He said he met a kind girl, you. He said you were hard to talk to at first. It's been proven, '" Kei laughed.

This guy.annoyingly.

"But over time you can clop. You guys eat together often, right? Then, he said you learned the waltz to Makoto? Uh! It's unbelievable" Kei laughed again. "But Tora-kun said that your acting on the stage was amazing."

"Eh?"

"He stood behind the audience, so that he could hear the comments of the people in front of him. They admire you, Tomomi-chan, only you don't realize it."

I am so ashamed of it. Is my acting really that good? Or is it Kei who is smart to praise? It seems Kei really should be smart to talk. This helped him attract guests to talk to him for longer. While drinking, they can talk at length until the drinks run out of bottles. Now I don't wonder why Kei was drunk back then. He must have taken pains to keep his consciousness in front of the guests.

"Tora-kun also told me what happened to you on the school roof. He looks worried like a father. She begs Goro-san to give her permission to visit you every day. Goro-san had to replace his duty of guarding the club. What a pity on that fat guy," Kei chuckled. "Tora-kun was very happy to meet you in Hakodate, but very sad when your grandmother died. I'm so sorry, Tomomi-chan."

"Thank you."

"Then, about the chocolate incident in Shinjuku, I'm sorry. I just remembered what happened after Tora-kun scolded me the next day."

"He angry?"

Kei nodded loudly. "It was so angry that I didn't dare look him in the face" he said.

I'm not surprised Tora's so creepy. Sometimes by looking at his eyes I get goosebumps. Especially if he is angry.

"I've seen you guys go to a mental hospital. Tora-kun is fine. So I think you're the one who kinda... You know what I mean."

"Huh? Oho! Yes, I have to routinely go there to check my condition," I said, covering up the facts. "Tora-san who was driving me," I smiled shyly as if feeling very embarrassed. "Does anyone else know?"

"Only a few people. And they started to think of you as a madman approaching Tora-kun," Kei laughed at me.

I grunt. What can I do. It's better that way. "That's it," I said shyly.

"But I'm still wondering why you didn't catch up with Tora-kun and Makoto. Don't you want to know what they're doing?"

I was confused as to what to answer. Half wanted, half held back. Okay fine! I'm dying to know, but I'm holding back! Maybe if Kei hadn't called me earlier, I would have been trailing Makoto and Tora! "We agreed to be friends. So whatever they do, it's none of my business" I replied, straying away from my mind.

"really? Did you take it with a big heart?"

I'm nodding.

"You sure?" Kei's two eyeballs looked at me as if they knew I was lying. "Can you accept if Tora-kun is with Makoto or someone else? Maybe they are already in the same room. Everything can happen there. Are you okay-okay?"

I wanted to smother her mouth with my own hands, but she was right. I didn't realize how transparent I was, until the person I just knew could guess what my true heart was.

"I know about Misaki" Kei said.

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**connect to chapter 13!

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