Host bar // kazuscara [EDITING]

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This was the second week scraping away at every penny he could find.

Scaramouche was good at making Kazuha spend absolutely everything on him. The way he looks at him, to the way he trails the end of his sentence seductively, leaving him wanting more. He misses all of it, and he wishes he was with Scaramouche instead of at home, boiling another cup of instant ramen. He thinks that if he has another bowl, he might throw up.

It was seven in the evening, one hour before the host bar opens. Kazuha looks at the bowl of ramen he boiled, then at the dim lights around his house. Was this the life that he really wanted? To close a chapter of his life that was left unresolved?

He wants an answer from Scaramouche. Ever since that day he's called to the stars, seeking guidance. But they laughed at him, leaving Kazuha staring into the wide expanse of his city, his life nothing but a testament to his descent into lunacy.

Scaramouche had once restored his faith in love, made his life something to look forward to. It all came too fast, the same way he had completely shattered the exact reason he kept his passion for life. Did his emotions mean nothing to him? Did his passion never once captivate Scaramouche?

Slowly, he brushed his hair, and put on his spring jacket.

He didn't believe Scaramouche. From the way he smiled just a little wider to the ways his eyes subtly light up when Kazuha shows up, it was all too obvious to miss.

Kazuha stepped foot into the bar again, and all the memories came flooding back to him. This was the place he truly found happiness, and he wasn't about to let that slip by again.

Kenta jumped up from his seat, mouth wide open.

"Kazuha!"

Kazuha put a finger against his lips, signaling Kenta to keep it down.

"Kazuha! You're back! What brings you back here?" Kenta was smiling, his eyes filled with childish excitment.

"I need to have a word with Scaramouche," Kazuha explained, "he's still busy with a client, isn't he?"

Kenta checked Scaramouche's status on the laptop, "He seems to be free at the moment, but he does have a reservation at nine today... why, what's going on?"

Kazuha smiled, "Catch you later."

"Wait-"

Kazuha sauntered into the bar, waving hello to a couple of hosts.

As he roamed across the bar, he found Scaramouche unattended. On his phone, looking at posts of cats.

Scaramouche seemed to have took notice of the presence looming over him. Curious, he looked up, only to find Kazuha standing in front of him, expressionless.

"Kaz-?"

There was no time to explain. Kazuha pulled Scaramouche by the arm, walking briskly into a hallway where there were no security cameras or people to be found.

"Kazuha, wha-" his sentence was left unsaid when Kazuha leaned over, kissing his lips. His head buzzed, confused about everything, yet admittedly enjoying the touch of Kazuha's lips on his own; to which he had no idea he'd longed for until just right now. He had not retracted, instead, they kissed for what seemed like an eternity, until the both of them ran out of air briskly; probably from the fast-paced walking they both had to endure before the unexpected.

They parted lips, both gasping for air. A string of saliva trails from both of their lips, and they brought their lips together again.

The warmth was short lived, as Scaramouche decided against letting Kazuha get the better of him.