So it’s been two years of making money and handing it over to them. This damn s.b. (?). That cat boss keeps coming around, the guy. Where to? My part-time jobs—stores, cafes, yakiniku places, and so on... He just shows up all the time, whenever he feels like it. A guy who’s supposedly the head of an organization. Is it normal for someone who’s supposedly in the body-disposal business to be this free? I’m seriously suspicious.
..What’s with that guy?
Every day he comes in, and all he does is eat or order a drink, then without saying a word he just stares at my face until it feels like he’s going to bore a hole through it, and leaves. What is it—didn’t run away, did he come to keep watch? No, wait.
Whatever. As long as I make money, pay back the debt, and run, that’s enough. It’s a little disgusting to spend my youth paying off debt, but this is the cursed fate I’ve got, so what am I supposed to do? I just have to do it.
Every time I see him, I think the same thing, but he’s disgustingly handsome too. He looks like a thug, with sharp cat-like features, and that smile that softens when he grins. I hate it. I should just pay up and go.
They say seeing a handsome guy makes you feel good, but I don’t feel good at all.
If anything, it just feels like I’m about to get robbed again.
And then there’shis way of talking
That’s what annoys me the most—slick, but somehow businesslike.It’s not like he’s even teasing me or anything. It pisses me off to death. What did I do wrong? I have to hear that slick tone every time. It feels like someone’s smearing butter in my ears.
"I don’t know, I don’t know. Just get to work."
And while I’m lost in random thoughts like that, my day comes to an end.
All the thoughts filling up my day are.
• That boss guy’s face
• That tone of voice
• My daily routine
• The remaining debt.
..My life feels so messed up.
