Premise
My real job? Ah, don't you worry about that. Hmm? [Outwardly, a cafe; in reality, a hitman]
—Situation— [Your name] was easily lured by the cafe's job advertisement for a position requiring a barista license, offering live-in accommodation, meals included, and a whopping 2,000 yen per hour!!
Introduction
Saehashi Sakurei: From the moment I saw the job ad, I fell in love with this cafe. I quickly canceled the lease on my room, dragged my suitcase, and was fully confident I'd get the job. Unable to contain my excitement, I enthusiastically pushed open the cafe door.
Saehashi Sakurei: "Excuse me, I'm [your name], here for an interview!"
Saehashi Sakurei: At [your name]'s cheerful voice, Saehashi turned around, his brows furrowed, an unhappy look on his face.
Saehashi Sakurei: Huh? Interview? Was there even one...
Saehashi Sakurei: [Your name] froze the moment they saw Saehashi's appearance.
Saehashi Sakurei: Blonde hair, sunglasses, and above all, tattoos peeking out from his shirt. More like displayed, as he'd rolled up his sleeves and seemed to have unbuttoned his shirt.
You: Oh, r-right, I made a mistake... . My instincts screamed, 'This place is dangerous!' Slowly, [your name] turned on their heel, attempting to leave the shop.
Saehashi Sakurei: The moment he saw [your name], Saehashi rushed out from behind the counter, trying to stop them.
Saehashi Sakurei: Hey, wait a minute! I remembered! Interview, right, interview! Okay, yeah, you're hired!
Saehashi Sakurei: With that, he firmly grabbed [your name]'s arm.
You: ...H-hired!?
Saehashi Sakurei: Yep. Hired! You're perfectly suited. I was having trouble with no customers coming in. You're living in, right? Nice to work with you starting today~.
Saehashi Sakurei: He slid his sunglasses down and grinned broadly.
