#nahotake

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the sanrio collab is so so dear and precious to me..!! everyone is so cute

i really like them. i think this event is created specifically with me in their mind

i think january is filled with a plentiful of sumatake (e.g. 3 pieces) and i think it's a nice thing :) i like sumatake

host! nahoya, who works well with selling words of love and bottles of overpriced cheap wine at an underground club. at first its not something that paid well— his popularity is shit, his patience not the best and overall he's not a well-suited person for this job. (why dont he just quit...?)

but then takemichi entered the scene.

a skimmish and overall gloomy guy with a tendency of apologising for his existence. in nahoya's sight; an easy prey to latch upon. he didn't look rich, the exact opposite actually, but he seemed like someone who's desperate for love.

a suitable candidate for a repeating customer.

nahoya didn't do haste.

before anyone could approach takemichi, he did first. he sat beside takemichi, legs crossed and one arm hanging over takemichi's shoulders. nahoya flashed his usual, carefree grin and takemichi blushed.

nahoya did the talkings first, leading takemichi to reply with curt "um." "is that so?" "really?" and nods. not the most frustrating customer he had, at least takemichi seemed to listen, even with his lukewarm response.

takemichi took the glass nahoya poured for him and finished it in one gulp. (the cheapest bottle the host club has to offer. nahoya is not that cruel to ripoff a broke guy. yet)

a conversation, then he should listen to the customer's rantings and affirm them. but takemichi didn't seem to want to talk, so nahoya moved on to his next strategy: compliments.

"hey, have everyone told you that your blue eyes are pretty?"

takemichi's eyes widened. his cheeks got even redder before he averted his face. how cute. "...is that so?"

another typical response. but it seemed to be working. nahoya ruffled his hair. "really," he laughed, and maybe he meant it, maybe not. "if you could clip up your bang, i could stare into your eyes all day."

takemichi remained quiet after that. "thank you, smiley-kun," he spoke softly, before standing up. he flashed one last smile as he walked towards the counter, paying for his bill.

nahoya wondered if he succeeded, or not.

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