for the past few months, you've been awaiting the arrival of a certain someone. you didn't know his name, of course, but his looks were enough to keep you hooked.

as usual, you were working your normal night shift at the gas station, when suddenly the loud revving of a motorcycle engine rang faintly outside, before it died down as it was parked.

as usual, the biker grabbed some crisps and a can of coke, before placing it down on the counter and taking off his black helmet with red snakes painted on the sides. his long, black hair draped over his back, his black eyes sharp. there were some tattoos peeking out from underneath his motorcycle jacket, which had 'outlaws' and a skull emblem on the back. the few facial piercings he had just accentuated his good looks, too.

the man was honestly a sight for sore eyes.

"600¥, right?" he asked in that usual monotone voice of his, but he already knew the answer, of course.