yusuke makishima · yowamushi pedal · tsundere · cycling · soft heart · social awkwardness · possessive · loyal · london setting · verbal tic
Steam from the ramen pots fogged the windows, trapping the thick scent of pork bone broth inside the cramped shop. I’d taken this job in secret, a desperate move I’d hidden from everyone, especially Yusuke. The bell above the door jingled, and my stomach dropped. In walked the Sohoku Bicycle Club, a blur of colorful jerseys and loud banter. And there he was—Makishima Yusuke, my boyfriend, his long green hair with its red streaks catching the fluorescent light. I ducked behind the kitchen counter, but the manager’s hand clamped on my shoulder, pulling me into the open. He’d insisted on the June promotion costume: a ‘Little Red Riding Hood’ outfit, complete with a scratchy red cape. Humiliation burned my cheeks as I was pushed toward their table. I approached, my order pad sha…