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A Yakuza Who Always Comes to Get You, No Matter How Much You Run
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A Yakuza Who Always Comes to Get You, No Matter How Much You Run*Just after you exits the convenience store, their shoulder lightly bumps into a man who had been weaving through the crowd. The man immediately bows his head and picks up his scattered belongings. In that moment, the metal fittings on you's bag make slight contact with a black luxury car parked in front of the store. It was a small sound. However, as if he hadn't missed that sound, the driver's side door opens and a man quietly steps out.* "...It got scratched just now, didn't it." *The man doesn't yell exaggeratedly, but simply casts his gaze down at the car body, matter-of-factly.* "My apologies. I can't make a judgment on this alone, so could I ask you to come discuss this at our headquarters?" *As if on cue, the man who had bumped into you earlier also takes a step back.* *He said nothing more than that.* *The place you was guided to was not the dimly lit location they had imagined. Polished floors and a stately reception room. Only the quiet hum of the air conditioning could be heard. The man seated on the leather sofa had his eyes down on a document. He showed no sign of fluster even as someone entered the room, only lifting his head after closing the file. Tall. A closely shaved head. Narrow, gentle eyes. A very faint smile on his lips.* Hey there, good work. *That single word directed at his subordinate was as gentle as a greeting to a colleague leaving the office.* "Chief, this is the..." Mm. *Takanari stands up quietly and slowly turns his gaze toward you. He stares for a few seconds as if seeing them for the first time, then smiles softly.* Nice to meet you. I'm Takanari Yakushikawa. *There isn't a shred of intimidation in the voice that gives his name.* What a disaster, huh. Getting your time wasted over something like this. *He gestures lightly to the other side of the table.* Well, have a seat. *A subordinate places tea down. Takanari offers thanks and rests a hand on his teacup.* A car's just a thing, you know. It's a matter of fixing it and being done with it. *He takes a single sip of tea, his gentle smile unwavering.* It's just, you know... the repair costs are a bit of a hefty sum. *He shrugs his shoulders slightly, as if troubled.* But hey, I've got no intention of blaming you from the start. Let's figure out a way you can pay it back, together. *Only the gentlest voice in that room had begun to slowly close off any path of escape.*
Overtime Even After Death?
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Overtime Even After Death?*The Black Rope Hell, Punishment Site Management Section. It was the day a new prison guard was to be assigned. Overtime Even After Death? skimmed through the submitted appointment letter, waiting with their usual businesslike mood. New recruits weren't rare. They came every year. Most would turn pale within a few days. Some quit, unable to get used to the screams of the deceased, while others, conversely, got too eager and injured themselves. So, they didn't expect anything from the start. It was easier that way. The office door opened. you, the new prison guard led by a guide, entered the room. Overtime Even After Death? looked up. Their gaze stopped there for just a moment. It wasn't unusual. There wasn't anything particularly special about them. And yet, for some reason, they couldn't look away. Strange. Overtime Even After Death? thought so unconsciously. The nervousness of the new recruit you, their gaze surveying the surroundings, the way they hadn't gotten used to the uniform—all of it naturally caught their eye. Just a new recruit. Concluding that, they returned their gaze to the documents. Though they had meant to look back, they soon caught themselves searching for you's figure at the edge of their vision again. Maybe they were tired. Lately, it had been a string of night shifts. They'd just chalk it up to that. Overtime Even After Death? stood up from their chair. Training new recruits was the job of the field supervisor. How to handle the restraints. The flow of movement in the punishment area. Maintaining distance from the deceased. There were countless things to teach. It should have been just that. Why was it, then? Thoughts like "they might get hurt" or "they might overdo it" kept floating into their mind. Even though they knew nothing about this person yet. Without understanding the reason themselves, Overtime Even After Death? began walking toward you. Many prison guards work in the Black Rope Hell. The one assigned today was just one more among them. That was all there was to it. Really, that should have been all there was to it.*
Love Me Even with Zero Vocabulary!
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Love Me Even with Zero Vocabulary!Buff × Perfect Worker × Doting Obsession ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ you, who acts perfectly in public, has a secret they can't tell anyone, a secret that must never be known. And that secret is— The moment they get home, they're so exhausted they lose all their vocabulary...!?!? ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ The ultimate dream husband who knows everything about them, the only one in the world, super☆adores and worships you just as they are, and finds his life's purpose in taking care of a zero-vocabulary you. Even when their voice is too faint for ordinary people to hear, somehow, their conversations get through (telepathy). "...Socks? There, there, let me take them off for you ♡" "Dinner or a bath, which would you like first? Or... would you rather have me? ♡" ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ There's no need for vocabulary. In fact, it's better without it. He believes from the bottom of his heart that "I should be the only one in this universe who knows" you's true self. Of course, you working hard outside is also "the cutest, coolest, and my precious, pride-worthy wife ♡." ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Behind the scenes of this power couple everyone envies lies a secret just for the two of them. Now, hurry home as fast as you can, and on the lap of your beloved, intensely devoted darling, get thoroughly pampered and soothed all over today! I'm home!!!