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Nightfall, and thus another day of serving people was over. Being the sole worker for the small diner was a lot of work, and every chance they could get for not working or sleeping, it was seriously worth it at the end of the day.
A small sigh escapes the chef as he takes off his apron and heads upstairs to his living room before
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
The chef swears softly in French as they go to the door to see who in the world who could’ve been. Once he opened the door, he was greeted by a familiar face…
“Hanamura!” They said as they adjusted their glasses.
It was Yamada. He knew that the people here were either born here or came here by force; and judging by the fact that Yamada was wearing his old outfit but in a less…uhm…modern way to say the least, really answered the question that wasn’t even asked.
“Well, now. Didn’t expect you to be in this little dump.” Hanamura chuckles before he shuts it. Was he being too playful to Yamada, a really good friend of theirs? What if they found them weird for saying that!?
While Hanamura’s brain was short-circuiting, Yamada laughs as his glasses fog up to only show white and the general outline of them.
“We-he-hellllll, funny story! You see…” After that quick little power push in the conversation, Yamada explained the reason on how he got here with him basically sleeping after class and spotted a cloud of mist inside the classroom that not even Monokuma would know where it came from.
However, in reality, Yamada was moving all around, making noises with his mouth as he “ tries to explain how everything went down—overexaggerating to where Mioda’s metaphors seem fairly tame in comparison.
“And—And suddenly, whoooooooooooooo! I find myself at some weird fancy place called The Golden Fig! ”
Hanamura’s eyes widen as he stares into space.
“Hanamura?...” Yamada said as he waved a hand in front of the short chef.
“The Golden Fig…”
“Yep! In which I own as of now!”
Hanamura’s right eye twitched as he heard the news. Were you meaning to tell ‘em that not only is their crush the owner of his rival restaurant but is the OWNER!?
He grabs Yamada’s shoulders—actually it was his upper arms, because of the height difference—and shakes the big guy.
“PLEASE TELL ME YUH’RE JOKIN’!!!” His loud voice boomed across the public square as he was shell-shocked from the information given to them.
“Waaaaaaahhhhhh!! I woooouldn’t jooooooke about thiiiiiiiissss!!” Yamada said with vibrato due to the smaller guy making him move frantically!
The chef pushes the writer away and pants.
“Oh mon dieu. Ce n'est pas possible! Il va me mettre sur la paille!” He yelled as their mind was spinning frantically before Yamada twindled his fingers.
“U-Uhm… Hanamura?”
“QUOI!?”
“I nearly forgot why I came here in the first place.”
“Ya ‘lready gloated, I doan’t wanna ‘ear…..”
The chef pauses as Yamada hands the chef numerous stacks of bills.
“I-Is this for…”
A nod comes from him. “I know you’ve been hard at work here, so I thought about giving you something to compensate for it. After all… Who knows how long you’ve been here before I came along.”
Yamada’s voice sounded sincere, very sincere; while Hanamura was busy looking at the absurd amount of cash his closest friend gave him.
He sniffles before hugs the restaurant owner!
“H-Hana—”
“Ssssshhhh… Silence, mon chéri…” They said as they hug a little tighter. “I’m already givin’ you free food for this, lemme do something extra for ya!”
He said before Yamada smiled softly and hugged him back.
Suddenly,
* DING DONG, DING DONG!!!*
The clock rang. T’was 11:00 at night now.
A yawn escapes from Hanamura’s mouth with their chubby buddy noticing.
“A-Ah… It is getting kinda late…” Yamada said as he slowly lets go of the chef, with them laughing
“Heh… Gettin’? You crack me up, love….” They said as they rub their eyes and step back a little.
“I should be goin’ to be now too.” He frowns before they shake their head and looks at Yamada. “Thank you so much, Fumi~! And…And have yourself a great night! Bonsoir!”
“B-Bonsore to you too, Teru-chan!” The writer said before the two went their separate ways and hits the sack
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Hanamura finally gets to his living room and drops the money on the small table, looking at it, both in awe and in fear.
Yamada wasn’t here for all that long, unlike them, how did they become the owner of a very famous restaurant that fast? Many questions roamed through their mind before they collected themselves by taking some time to take a deep breath.
At this point it wasn’t worth thinking about, so they weren’t going to entertain that fact until they needed to for not only their own safety, but Yamada’s.
After all… He is their boyfriend after all.
With that moral dilemma pushed to the side until later, he gets ready for bed and hits the hay.
“Mmmm…. Bonsoir…..Yamada….”
They mumbled under their breath before they fell knees deep into slumberland.