Forced Manipulation

Chapter Thirty-Seven

"Hello, sir!" The old woman called out from behind her desk as she made eye contact with the approaching guest. "Welcome to Hanakasaki inn! How may I help you today?"

"Hello ma'am," Jason smiled slightly as he entered the inn. "I'm sorry to intrude, but I'm looking for a friend. I would have called, but I didn't want to risk getting my phone damaged, you know? It started downpouring!"

"Oh, that's not a problem at all! Would you like a towel to dry off?"

"Yeah, that would be great!" He smiled.

"Ok, I'll be back in just a minute!" The short, elderly woman exclaimed, before hopping off of her stool once again and into the backroom, presumably where the towels would be. Jason quickly looked around, making sure that no one was around before pulling out a small, ziplock bag from his pocket. His grin seemingly widened as he stared at its contents. In the bag of GHB powder. However, as soon as he took the bag out of his pocket, he immediately stuffed it back into his pants pocket. He couldn't risk getting caught with such a thing. Hell, even he was surprised that he was able to obtain such a drug in such a short time! Thankfully, he still knew Musutafu as well as he did when he was a teenager! But deep down in his mind, he couldn't help but think;

Was he truly capable of committing murder?

He let out a quiet sigh. He had to protect Mitsuki and Katsuki from Haru, no matter what. But even with that... Haru was a decent person. After all, the articles did say he was a great person. Yet, if that stupid teal-haired idiot kept his nose out of his business, none of this would have happened! Even if he couldn't convince the teal-haired male to come with him to dinner, he had other ways of making him...comply.

However, before he was able to conjure up more reasons to justify killing the professional hero, the elderly lady walked out of the backroom, a big, fluffy, green towel resting in her arms. She set the towel onto the counter, before hopping back onto her stool. Jason smiled, before taking the towel, wiping away the water from his face and hair.

"There you are, now, who are you looking for, sweetie?"

"I'm looking for Haru Wakatoshi's room. He's a very good friend of mine, and I'd like to have a word with him!"

"All right, let me have a look!" She grabbed a pair of small, ruby red reading glasses off of the counter and planted them on her face. "Haru Wakatoshi..." She typed it in on the computer, the large device looked as if it looked older than Jason. The keys from the keyboard rattled as she quickly typed in the teal-haired pro hero's name. "Nope, I'm sorry, his name isn't coming up!"

"I see. Maybe try Oceana? It's his pro hero name." Jason said, internally cringing at the name.

"Oh, yeah! We have him! He's in room one hundred and three!" She exclaimed, pointing to the right, in which there was a small hallway. "His room will be on the right-hand side!"

"Thank you, ma'am." Jason smiled, before walking down the hallway. "Have a good night!"

"You too, sir!"