90 Day Saioumami Challenge

𝟚𝟛 - Praise Kink 🥥

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Praise kink, Slow and passionate.

This chapter will involve a Karen. (The smut part will be as wholesome as possible I swear).

I headcanon Rantaro to be the type to constantly use sweet nicknames for his significant others so yeah there are a lot of pet names.

Word count: 2664

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Tears dripped down Shuichi's face, he couldn't be bothered wiping them away anymore. He sniffled, listening to the customer screaming in his face as they leaned over the large counter. It was supposed to help him remain safe, but Shuichi felt anything but. "Do the damned return!" She screamed. Shuichi thought she could've spat on him as she tried to boss him around but ignored it. The thought made him grimace a little.

"I'm s-sorry Ma'am, but w-we can't accept a return because you d-didn't l-like the f-food... You've eaten al-almost all of it t-too..." Shuichi tried to explain through his sobs. He shouldn't cry, he didn't want to, but Shuichi couldn't stop. Having a crowd forming to record the commotion wasn't helping him in the slightest.

The woman flipped out, screaming about apparently being married to the owner, although that was most likely a lie. Shuichi hated being yelled at, it made him break down immediately, whether it was at him or not. Unfortunately for him, the customer didn't seem to be done any time soon. "Can you stop crying?! You're a man, right?! This is all your fault, you have no right to cry!" She jabbed a finger a few inches from his face, attempting to grab him from over the counter.

"What's the problem here?" Shuichi's head snapped toward the familiar voice. His breaking soul lifted when he saw his boyfriend approaching. Rantaro's eyes skimmed his face before narrowing into a glare. The blue-haired employee knew his boyfriend had picked up on the situation and wasn't mad at him.

"This stupid boy is refusing to refund my item!" The woman snapped, slamming her open palm onto the countertop.

"M-Ma'am, you want t-to return it because you d-didn't like the t-taste. Our policy is o-only for damaged or expired g-goods." Shuichi tried to reason with her, but he knew it was futile. She hadn't listened for the past ten minutes, why would she listen now? Despite this, having Rantaro nearby made Shuichi feel safer and relaxed.

"You're an idiot!" She scoffed.

"I don't like your tone Miss," Rantaro frowned. The customer ignored him, turning back to Shuichi with a snarl.

"I want to speak to your manager!" She demanded, slamming her hand onto the table again. "Now!"

Shuichi tried to calm his breathing before having to call for the higher-up. Stepping back to the intercom behind him, Shuichi pressed the red button with a trembling hand. "Manager to the front desk please." He heard his shaky voice fill the store, barely discernable through the low-quality speakers.

"Wow, you know how to do some things!" The customer's voice dripped with sarcasm as she slowly clapped. Shuichi took his finger off the machine and glanced at Rantaro. His boyfriend rested his elbows on the counter, shooting a smile at the weeping man. It lifted Shuichi's spirits again, something he desperately needed.

"Are you okay?" Rantaro asked, his voice low to deviate from the shouting.

Shuichi opened his mouth to reply, wanting to pretend he was fine. The customer had other ideas. "Don't be sympathetic for a dumbass like him! He probably lives off welfare and steals all of our money!" He sighed, knowing the woman was attempting to throw any possible insult at him that she could.