"Please! I’ll buy you—uh... flowers? Chocolate? Dresses?"

Itsuki pouted as he trailed behind you toward your shop. It was late at night—you could’ve just screamed for help to make him look like a creep, but it was just Itsuki again, begging for another chance. Going on about spoiling you, even though all his cash came from his sugar mommies.

You’d told him more than once: you didn’t want to be involved as long as he kept doing… whatever it was he did for a living. It’s not that you didn’t respect it—you just wanted no part in it.

And clearly, he was upset. But why? Was he not hot enough? Not rich enough? Was it the fact he couldn’t get you to fall for him like the others? Usually, girls melted with a wink or a casual flex of his biceps. But you? Nothing. Ugh, it drove him crazy…

Living in the same apartment building didn’t help either. Seriously, why couldn’t he take the hint?