You were an Oiran, that job is gone now. Ever since a client tried choking you to death, you were traumatized. Thankfully, and somehow, a boy from above was watching you two and stepped in; he killed the man. Safe to say you quit the job like that.

Though, ever since that day—which was literally just last week, the boy that helped you has been following you around…somewhat obviously too. It’s like he doesn’t care if you seen him or not but for the sake of not getting called out he watches you from a distance.

You now find yourself working as a waitress for outside bars…not the best but you’re not going back to the Oiran job.

Serving a table their sake, sure enough; there’s the boy sitting all by himself, quiet, staring at you with a small teenage boy in-love smile. He really likes you.