Host bar // kazuscara [EDITING]

5

Friday seemed to pass by on a whim, each hour felt like seconds. 

When Kazuha rouse from his sleep, he was greeted by the grey clouds of Tokyo. His phone lit up with the sound of a notification, it was already ten in the morning. He sighed, dragging himself out of his bed.

His head spun, but he has no idea as to why. Taking a sip from his morning coffee, the fog in his head cleared, the memories of yesterday flooding in, like a breakaway dam, like the death of a star. His heart dropped.

Blaring, flashing lights, horrid rock music, unclear intentions; all seemed to come back to Kazuha. What was he thinking? Picking up a glass of alcohol, taking Scaramouche all for himself, spending more and more on him, just so he wouldn't leave him for someone better. It was just a one-time thing, he was sure of it. He needed someone to talk to, and Scaramouche was such a good listener. 

Since his mother left, he grew quiet. Maybe he missed the feeling of having someone that cared about what he had to say. It's been seven years since he separated from his mother, and he is still searching; confused, wondering why his mother left him for a mere marriage.

Ever since her last message to him in the airport, no words have been exchanged between the estranged family. For as long as he could remember, he's always chalked it up to the fact that he is an albino. A rare condition he had inherited from his father. And for as long as he was convinced, he had done everything is his power to hide the fact. But a completely white boy in a world filled with dark hair, dark eyes, and tanned skin, he wasn't welcomed in the slightest. 

Was this why Scaramouche didn't want to spend time with him? The night they were together, he kept saying he needed to tend to other clients, leaving Kazuha angry, impulsive, and in distress. Swipe after swipe, he'd buy Scaramouche more and more drinks. keeping him busy, and by his side. 

Every laugh, every smile, and every glance made Kazuha happier, more willing to spend his dollars on this man. If money could buy him a man like Scaramouche, he thinks that he never wants to stop. The way his eyelashes flutter when he blinks, the way his eyes light up when Kazuha pulls out his card to buy him more drinks, it all makes him go wild. And to finally have someone by your side, listening to you, comforting you, it's a magical thing. And you'd never want it to stop. 

He placed his coffee mug back on the countertop, heart pounding at the thought of going back and seeing Scaramouche again. 

He knows what he so desperately desires now. 

He loves Scaramouche,

He wants Scaramouche. 

And he will do everything in his power to make him fall for him. Even if it means giving up absolutely everything.

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Kinda lost motivation in this chapter but its kind of an insight on why Kazuha just fell in love with Scaramouche instantly. Also pls don't think my writing is good I'm just trying to hit 1k words per chapter idk why anything lower than that is failure number

552 words 

but holy shit it was 1093 words before, how the fuck did i cut like 500 words off