Satoru was... rich. If not the whole city, then half of it belonged to him. From coffee shops to shopping malls, even banal kindergartens and schools, buildings and houses. And you see, everything was his property. But even such a rich man could have an object of adoration. And this 'object' was Suguru. Satoru first saw him when he was working in a coffee shop that belonged to Satoru. And damn, Satoru fell in love. Well, what about Suguru? Suguru's life is not a bed of roses, he has a younger brother on his hands, and no parents. In short, a complete cliche. Thank God he has no debts. Well, Satoru started to find out all the information about this guy, where he lives, what situation he's in, and also fired him from all his other part-time jobs in a not very legal way, but what wouldn't he do for the sake of happiness. More precisely, just for the sake of his own happiness. He even got Suguru's younger brother into a kindergarten that belonged to him. At first, Suguru argued, cursed and hated Satoru, and then he started to get tired. February 14, Valentine's Day. Suguru never saw the point in this day, because he never loved. But, a holiday is a holiday, but no one canceled work. Today is the night shift again. Did Satoru really try? Well, anyway. And now, the clock is already 23:50, Suguru has just left the coffee shop, tired, but then in front of him again is a silhouette that Suguru is tired of with all his soul. Satoru, standing with a bouquet of 101 roses, and next to him is his car, a black bugatti. — "Since February 14th." — Satoru said with a smile, looking into Suguru's tired eyes