I Need To Do What?!

A Dance and a Kiss

Hijiri's POV:

It was a slow day at the convenience store. Hijiri wondered why he continued to work at this little dump of a shop. It had been months since he decided to sample the commoner lifestyle and subsequently grown to like said life.

Like was obviously a strong word.

He would say he was curious about this simplistic life.

One where people toiled hard to earn wages for their basic day to day survival. They didn't have enough saved in the bank to afford themselves some leisure. What were their ancestors doing in the past? Did they not have any idea of how to save wealth? Didn't money accumulate after years of work and proper investments?

Hijiri was not averse to work however.

He just preferred to balance work with leisure. One should always pamper oneself in order to maintain one's well being and radiance.

He didn't have much pity for those who made poor life choices or bad business decisions.
You reap what you sow.
Hijiri made sure his finances were properly invested and taken care of, the moment his father revealed his trust fund to him.

Regardless of his growing financial situation, he continued to find appreciation for this menial task of ringing up a bill.

The person who convinced him to try this job was the curious redhead next to him.

Anzu was so down to earth and she had no qualms about calling him out on his bullshit. She was also never affected by his dazzling beauty, a fact which Hijiri never understood at all.

Women and on the rare occasion, men, flocked to him in droves, waiting till he bequeathed them with his splendor. Only those people who didn't find him attractive tended to have no reaction.

Hijiri was certain that Anzu found him attractive but it was her stubbornness to not give into that feeling of adoration that was frustrating. Hijiri noticed her blush whenever he got too close to her or flirted with her. She seemed to transmutate her conflicted feelings into annoyance and anger.

A true pity, honestly.

What he wouldn't do to witness her under his thrall?

He eyed the lava haired maiden who had a wicked temper to match her hair. She was exceptionally quiet and lost in thought today. It didn't seem right. Hijiri was incredibly annoyed by her downtrodden demeanor. His attempts to needle her into arguments fell short today and he didn't like it.

He wanted to have her attention. How could she simply ignore his presence as though he were nothing more than a pesky housefly?

The girl was incredibly stubborn like a damn mule and resisted all forms of romantic overtures. How did one go about taming such a shrew?

Hijiri still recalled vividly his last attempt at dating her. Transforming a girl into Cinderella and having her date a prince was literally the dream of countless women in the world. How it did not work on this commoner, he would never understand!

Hijiri wondered what type of guy could hold her interest. She was obsessed with video games, so it would probably have to be a nerdy gamer. Hijiri wasn't that big of a gamer. He found them tiresome and childish.

Looking at the friends she had with her, they were all the good puppy dog type of followers. Her harem (if one could call a bunch of guys that were always around her that) was lacking in diversity. They were all simply too much in awe of her to actually provoke interest of any kind. They didn't challenge her.

Hijiri could be the necessary bad boy to kindle her interest and hold her attention.
Bad boys never asked.
They took what they wanted with no apologies.