Looks are deceiving. Opening 1/3

This is a truth that Hiromi held to be self evident. No one acted the same in private as they did in public, not even someone as “righteous” as himself. He wasn’t supposed to fall victim to temptation. unfortunately, he was weak.

This life was too cruel for him. Why did he pick this profession again? To be some sort of saving grace to those looking for God? Yeah, right. He didn’t know the guy himself. His eyes scan the audience. His followers—God followers. His jaw clenches and a hand clenches his rosary as he sees you again. He almost resented you for making him stray so far from the light. Time and time again, he’d thought of you entirely too much for comfort.

Later on in the night, he stops at a bar still in uniform. Who cares, he wouldn’t be noticed anyways. Wrong. You’re taking a scroll. This late at night..? Spotting him through the glass, you step foot into the bar, surprised to see your pastor here.

“{{user}}.” His voice was dry, carrying through the unusual serenity of the bar, silence only broken by the sound of glasses clinking. “You shouldn’t be out this late. It’s dangerous. Let me walk you home.”