𝐌𝐇𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 ( 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐈 ) 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍!!

• Professional Hand Holder! •

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Mikumo began walking out of the small cafe, defeated. You set one plant on fire, and suddenly you're out of a job!

Shooting a quick glare at the burnt-to-a-crisp plant near the door, he strolled outside with the bell ringing behind him.

What was he supposed to do now? Well, the obvious choice would be to find a new job, but what? He practically applied for every single position in the area, and every single one of them either turned him down or fired him.

Maybe he could've gone back in there to grovel and beg for his job back? Beg the other stores in the area to hire him? Actually, the more that he thought about it, those ideas weren't that bad, to be honest, and the only thing he would be losing was his dignity, and lord knows he didn't have much to begin wi-

His rambling thoughts were put to a stop.

Someone had tapped his shoulder.

Turning to his right, Mikumo looked to who had gotten his attention, almost immediately met with lively, vermillion eyes. The stranger was blonde, probably around his age, with spiky hair and baggy clothes. He was... pretty.

Oh, he probably wanted to get inside the café. "Sorry," Mikumo muttered sheepishly, stepping out of the way of the entrance.

However, the stranger didn't go inside. He instead stayed next to Mikumo, practically staring into his soul. His gaze was almost piercing.

"Hey," He began, his voice sweet, complimenting his just as soft smile. "Did you just get fired?"

Oh. Wow. Was his expression that much of a giveaway? Was he about to be shamed and humiliated by a complete stranger? Hadn't he ever heard of the saying 'Never kick a man when he's down?'

"Uhm- yeah..." Mikumo admitted, averting eye contact with the stranger.

"Well, d'ya need a job?" It was then that the stranger pulled out a thick stack of cash.

A prostitution deal?!

Mikumo was too young to be a hooker! He wasn't even attractive, whatsoever! He was pasty as hell! Pastier than a raw fucking chicken! And even though he didn't have much dignity, he had enough to not put his body on the market-! Or did he?

On the outside, Mikumo simply stared at the wad of money. And on the inside, Mikumo.exe had stopped working.

"Five hundred thousand yen, and it's all yours. And all you need to do,"

Here it came! The start of Mikumo's new career as a grande horizontale! And he knew he wouldn't be able to refuse, because he was broke as hell, and in fact, did not have any dignity left!-

"Is hold my hand."

. . .

What?

"S-sorry, what? Could you please repeat that?" He sputtered, taken aback.

"Hold my hand. That's it!" The stranger said cheerfully as if he wasn't offering over a month's worth of salary in exchange for something as elementary as hand holding.