Finding Home || Kazutora Hanemiya

Chapter 21

Neither of you had to work the next day. Kazutora woke up a little after 8 am, and after his morning routine, he turned on the TV, searched for a music channel, then made his way to the kitchen and started making pancakes for you. He thought back to the day before. He was so happy that he had a job now. He never imagined himself working as a waiter, but he liked it, all he had to do was play nice and the tips were flowing.

The three rich women entered his mind and he grinned. Poor things were totally all over him, and while it felt nice having their attention, especially after so many lonely years in prison (and half a year on the streets), the truth is, he couldn't care less about them. They all looked pretty, but they had this attitude about them that Kazutora didn't like.

When he noticed them eyeing him, especially the first woman who came into the shop, he put on his trademark smirk and started flirting with them, hoping they would leave a nice tip. And he wasn't wrong. He wished they would come often, because their tips would make a great addition to his salary. He can't wait until payday, he wanted to buy you something to surprise you. He didn't know what, he just knew he wants to see you smile and look at him in that adorable way, like you always used to when he did something for you.

He smiled when he remembered how cute you were acting when you were drunk. Those light, little kisses you gave him after each sentence you spoke, then the intense, passionate ones you shared on your bed... His heart jumped in his chest thinking about it and a dreamy sigh left his lips.

God, he loved you so much.

You woke up around 9 am. You were up until midnight, texting with Emma and Hina about what happened the day before. They tried to calm you down saying that Kazutora was just flirting with those women to have a good tip, but you told them you saw how he smiled and spoke to them, and how you thought that it was more than easy flirting.

You heard him knock on your door last night, but the truth was, you were crying, and didn't want him to see that. You were barely able to hold yourself together when you were walking home, so you rushed in your room the minute you stepped through the door of your apartment, so Kazutora would think that you were indeed tired and wanted to sleep.

You didn't want to have an awkward chat with him about what made you upset. You thanked Naomi that she covered you with this little lie, so Kazutora wouldn't suspect anything. You decided that in favor of avoiding the subject, you'll force a smile on your face, so he would think that you already forgot about "the customer who made you upset".

You sat up in your bed and rubbed your eyes, trying to get the sleepiness out of them. You turned your head curiously towards the door, hearing music coming from the other side.

You threw the blankets off of you and stood up, making your way to the door and opening it slowly. You stepped out and immediately recognized the song: Miami by Will Smith.

♫~ Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Miami, uh, uh
Southbeach, bringin the heat, uh
Haha, can y'all feel that
Can y'all feel that
Jig it out, uh ~♫

You looked over to the TV, seeing the video clip, but you didn't saw Kazutora. You walked towards the kitchen and put on the forced smile, but when you looked inside, it immediately turned into a real one.

♫~ Here I am in the place where I come let go
Miami the base and the sunset glow
Everyday like a mardi gras, everybody party all day
No work all play, okay ~♫

Kazutora had his back to you, making pancakes, and you watched as his hips and head moved to the beat of the music.

'I could get used to this.' you thought with a smirk, watching his ass.