#froggedmouth

Osomatsu fell back cackling at his brother's squeal. He held his stomach as he rolled side to side, tears forming in his eyes.

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“Don’t look so glum, Niisan! I made you lunch!”

Jyushimatsu grinned widely, sitting next to the elder and offering the bowl to him. He didn’t know why the elder was so upset-- or, he did, but he was doing him a favor getting rid of that person, wasn’t he? He even made him lunch with the leftover meat too, because he cared so much.

He was completely oblivious to his surroundings.

The demon gave a heavy sigh as he drove along the oceanside his cadillac; he had just blew a ton of his money at a casino and performed a concert, yet he felt...unsatisfied.

Normally doing as he pleased with his money made Yuuta happy but, as of late, he’s felt more empty. Hes noticed this in his dwindling interest in nights on the town and his bitterness seeing couples.

Which lead to his current predicament.

A few years back, he had became a sensation everywhere as the famous idol Happy Desu. At some point, he had gotten in a huge argument with his brother which lead to this new nasty attitude. Though one day, Yuuta had unfortunately acted rude towards a strange old woman that cursed him into the demon he is now.

Ever since then he’s supposed to be looking for someone who could change him for the better but...

He’d been overcome with grief and tried to bury it in becoming rich from his singing once more. It’s worked but..Recently he’s noticed his chances of a normal life (which he desperately wanted again deep down) and nothing money could buy made him feel better.

So he came to the conclusion he has to find someone to love him, or whatever, so he could be human again.

“No..Not that one...” he muttered. “I’ve seen better. Hm? Is that Soshi? Should hit him with this car but not today..”

It wasn’t until he spotted a lone man in green walking along the darkened street. He has his hair cut in a neat bowlcut, cute pursed lips, and was decked out in Nyaa-chan gear.

..

Perfect.

Yuutamaru pulled up on the NEET and skiidded to a stop in a cool matter to catch Choromatsu’s attention before rolling his window down.

“Excuse me...?”