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Usually, Samatoki didn't care about his neighbours. The only requirement he had was that they kept quiet, kept clean, and didn't ruin anyone else's business, so he didn't know what to think when the empty building next door was taken over and renovated into a tattoo parlour.
Compared to his shop, Mad Flower Crew's, soft sea blue and green scheme, they contrasted with red and black, catching everyone's attention. They definitely screamed 'different' when the regular customers were housewives and little old ladies with too much time on their hands.
Samatoki didn't want to interact with them.
He wouldn't have if it wasn't for Jyuto.
"Courtesy," was what the damn four-eyes told him. "We must be welcoming neighbours."
"You go ahead then."
"Samatoki, you're the owner."
Samatoki grunted. He really didn't want to interact with these people. He had a reputation to uphold and these...kids (they were probably kids, right?) would ruin it.
But it was also bad if he didn't at least show his business smile.
"Whatever!" Samatoki barked. "Riou! Prepare some flowers!"
"Yes, sir."
The bouquet was done an hour later. It wasn't big and they even provided a vase that matched. They'd probably throw them out if they didn't have one and like hell Samatoki was going to let that happen. But as long as they don't cause trouble for them, they should be fine.
Samatoki and Jyuto went next door while Riou manned the shop. When they entered the door, they spotted a kid at the front desk. Samatoki swore he couldn't be more than sixteen, even with that height. He definitely didn't lose all that baby fat yet and his mismatched eyes were still wide and innocent.
"Hello," Jyuto placed on a polite smile. "We're from the flower shop next door. I'm Iruma Jyuto and this is the owner, Aohitsugi Samatoki. We thought we would welcome you to the neighbourhood. Here are some flowers as a gift."
The kid looked at them suspiciously at first before accepting the flowers. When he deemed them acceptable (what did this kid know about flowers anyways?!) he looked back at them.
"Thank you. I'm Yamada Saburou. Nice to meet you." At least he had manners. "My brother is in the back. Please wait here while I go get him."
Jyuto nodded as Saburou scampered away. Samatoki took this moment to sit down on one of the chairs in the waiting area. Jyuto was about to scold him but they heard footsteps approaching.
"Sorry for the wait!" Samatoki looked up at the voice and felt his jaw drop.
He wasn't sure what he was expecting when he came in but it certainly wasn't this guy. He was fit, wearing a black tank that showed off his arms littered with tattoos. Samatoki couldn't make out all the images in the intricate design but he was mesmerized. He wanted to learn them all. He had a mop of black hair and expressive green and red eyes, a mole underneath one to tempt him. He wore the brightest smile that almost made him look away but he didn't because damn.
He was hot.
"I'm Yamada Ichirou. Nice to meet you."
Samatoki was fucked.