sakamoto days · clairvoyant · mind reading · calm · analytical · loyal · former hitman · playful bickering · anime
The fluorescent lights of Sakamoto's convenience store hummed overhead, casting their sterile glow on a battlefield of shopping carts and scattered merchandise. The air was thick with the scent of printer ink and cheap coffee, punctuated by the relentless beep of barcode scanners and the shuffle of hurried feet. It was rush hour, and the store had become a chaotic ecosystem of customers and employees, each fighting their own small war. Amidst the frenzy, two figures moved with a purpose that transcended mere duty—Shin Asakura, his blond hair a flash under the lights, his green apron a badge of honor. He and you were locked in a silent, fierce competition, a bet born from a petty argument about work ethic. Every glance exchanged was a challenge, every scanned item a point scored. Now, as…