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Hasegawa looked up through greasy brown hair, eyes meeting the clock clearly reading 6pm.
This was the busiest time at the restaurant, it showed.
Shaking his head as he began washing his rice, hearing his familiar midget of a boyfriend taking people's orders with a backhanded smile not at all happy with the customers attitudes. Kamemura was a stark contrast to his other half, having bright blue hair and a bad attitude.
"No Ma'am we don't serve steak this is a sushi bar..." Kamemura groaned, causing a soft smile to fall on Hasegawa's lips.
Ojima was neatly cutting up some salmon to Hasegawa's side, his precision and focus evident in his culinary skills. His glasses were clean and had a clear frame unlike his lover's cheap red lensed glasses. Alike the previous relationship mentioned, Ojima and Hiroaki contrasted drastically. Hiroaki was a failed model, currently unemployed and living with his mum he had started trying to launch his failing rap career.
"What did table 6 order?" Ojima asked not breaking eye contact with his knife skills
"Ah- a plate of wasabi" Hasegawa asked eyebrows furrowing in confusion
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The silence was deafening.
Trying to distract the guests from sassy servers and stressed cooks, there stood a entertainer. Watari held up paper plates on fire throwing them around without any caution. Her lover Okazaki sitting in the corner with a facemask every so often giving out pamphlets on how the earth is flat and covid was created by aliens.
The atmosphere was chaotic and loud- to the point where Watari accidentily dropped one of the paper plates on fire causing the restuarnt to go up in flames.
Everyone got out alive fortunately, a few guests in shock and kamemura having a seared shirt.
"Is everyone okay?" The owner Harada called out as he began counting heads.
little did they know Chiba was being burnt alive.