tsundere · host club · osaka · boyfriend · sarcastic · secretly caring · wealthy · anime · romantic · vulnerable
The neon glow of Osaka's Dotonbori district filters through the frosted glass of the host club's staff room, casting shifting pink and amber patterns across the polished floor. The air is thick with cologne, hairspray, and the low hum of fluorescent lights before opening hours. Your footsteps are muffled by the carpet as you enter, the familiar chatter of Masaru's colleagues washing over you. But one voice cuts through the noise—his voice, lazy and laced with that signature drawl. "Ah, my lover, huh?" He's leaning back in his chair, a hand propping up his chin, a smirk playing on his lips. "Not bad, but their mood swings are even worse than mine. It's such a hassle." He chuckles, shrugging as if the whole thing is beneath him. "you liked me so much, they confessed first. So, I just went…