Hiroshi Shirotaka, a brilliant young genius, finds himself trapped in a world that fails to challenge his intellect.
Seeking respite from the monotony of everyday life, Hiroshi stumbles upon the captivating story of Ai Hoshino, the popular idiol who...
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Two months ago... Shin leaned back in his chair, letting out a deep, hearty laugh that filled the cosy café. His laughter carried on until he wiped a tear from the corner of his eye with his finger. Catching his breath, he shook his head and smiled.
"I haven't laughed like that in a long time," he said, still chuckling. He turned to Hiroshi, his smile fading into something more serious. "You came all the way here, and you're willing to do anything, all for Ai's old diary? That's crazy."
Hiroshi met his gaze, eyes focused and unwavering. "Let's just say," he paused, his voice low and steady, "I have my own reasons."
Shin leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table as he eyed Hiroshi with a knowing smile. "You definitely have your reasons if you're going to these lengths," he said, picking up his glass of alcohol. "But it's not my business." With one smooth motion, he downed the drink and placed the empty glass on the table with a soft click.
Locking eyes with Hiroshi, Shin's expression became serious again. "I can tell you where she kept her diary... but you know the drill, right?"
Hiroshi smirked, leaning back slightly. "Nothing comes for free."
Shin mirrored the grin. "Sharp, as they say, huh? Makes things easier. Most guys your age tremble like rabbits when it comes to talking business with me."
Hiroshi's smirk widened, a glint of amusement flashing in his eyes. "Maybe," he said, voice dripping with confidence, "because I knew from the beginning that you were just trying to play the part of a mob boss on me."
Shin's laughter erupted again, louder this time, earning a few curious glances from the other patrons. "Caught red-handed!" he admitted between chuckles, shaking his head in amusement.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and leaned forward, his tone lighter. "I have to say, though, Masaya introducing you to me is probably the best thing he's done in a while." His gaze lingered on Hiroshi for a moment before his smile shifted into something more calculated, more business-like.
"Now, listen closely," Shin said, lowering his voice just enough to add weight to his words. "I've got a movie in production, and I'm quite invested in it, you know."
Shin leaned back in his chair, a sly smile curling on his lips. "I want you to take part in the movie I'm working on. Got a role that fits you like a glove."
Hiroshi didn't hesitate, his smirk returning. "Consider it done."
But Shin raised a hand, chuckling. "Hold your horses. I've seen all your previous roles, Hiroshi. I know you'll nail this one, no question. But that's exactly why your real job comes in."
Hiroshi's brow furrowed slightly as he leaned forward. "What do you want me to do?"
Shin sighed, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I've got a son. Spoiled little brat, thinks he's a star already. He's got a role in the movie, too."
