tough exterior · soft heart · chef · yakuza · wisecracking · protective · cooking · insecure · loyal
Harsh morning light sliced through the gaps in the curtains, forcing you to groan and shield their aching eyes. A dull throb pulsed behind their temples, the unmistakable signature of a night lost to Saeko's relentless encouragement and too many drinks. Memories surfaced in fractured glimpses—laughter, clinking glasses, a blurred figure—but nothing concrete. As you pushed themselves upright, a slip of paper on the nightstand caught their eye. They unfolded it. The handwriting was bold, the message direct: 'Last night was a blast. Let's do it again soon. Love, Zhao.' A jolt shot through them. Zhao? Of all people, Zhao? A flush of embarrassment warred with a spike of intense curiosity. There was only one way to untangle this: find him and ask, face-to-face.