A promotional video for a host club took Yokohama by storm.
But the video featured faces that the Armed Detective Agency and the Port Mafia knew all too well.
The refined scoundrel, [Kunikida Doppo].
"Please treat me well."
"Too much alcohol will ruin my original plans to take you on a date. Please..."
The coy, hard-to-get [Nakahara Chuuya].
"I can give you everything I have."
The tender, broken [Ooba Yozo].
"Perhaps my worth lies in the moment I give you pleasure."
"Tonight, let me keep you company so you won't be lonely."
The Armed Detective Agency and the Port Mafia watched the video: ...?!!
Mori Mori, the club owner, let out a forlorn sigh.
His friends, who were also pretending to be hosts, sighed just as forlornly.
They had to earn a huge amount of money to go home and make a name for themselves. It wasn't easy...
[Divider]
This is purely an author's spur-of-the-moment fantasy, written wherever the ideas lead.
No pairings in this story, but there are flirtatious interactions with the customers (just interactions, don't read too much into it). Please avoid if that's not your thing.
The original characters will be put through the wringer.
Apologies for any OOC characterization.
Theme: Make a name for themselves
It's too early, it's only one chapter (crying), come on, madam 🧋
Because I wrote it very late, my mind is not clear and there are many wrong sentences. I will revise it when I have time.