Grocery list and bullets

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Scene: The Interview

Reo Miizushima squinted at the fancy iron gate in front of him.

“Private residence,” the listing had said. “High pay. Discretion required.”

He didn't expect a damn mansion.

He buzzed the intercom.

No answer.

He buzzed again, longer this time.

The gate clicked open.

“…Cool. Definitely not creepy.”

He stepped in, walking past perfectly trimmed hedges and koi ponds that screamed rich and possibly criminal. Just as he reached the front door, it creaked open before he could knock.

Standing there was a man in a black button-down, sleeves rolled up, arms crossed. Cold, sharp gaze. Ridiculously pretty face that looked carved out of marble and bad decisions.

“You’re late,” the man said.

Reo blinked. “Uh. For what?”

“The interview.”

“…Right. Yeah. Hi. I’m Reo Miizushima. I’m here for the totally normal and not-at-all-sketchy part-time job.”

The man tilted his head just slightly. His eyes lingered on Reo like he was sizing up prey. “I’m Saeki Renjirou.”

Reo gave him a lopsided smile. “Cool name. Sounds like a villain from a drama.”

Renjirou didn’t laugh. Instead, he stepped aside.

“You’ll clean. Cook. Do laundry. Handle errands. Patch up wounds if necessary. Occasionally dispose of evidence.”

“…Wait. What?”

“Follow me.”

Reo hesitated. “Sorry, did you just say dispose of eviden—”

A gunshot echoed in the distance—casual, like a door slam.

Reo froze. Renjirou didn’t even flinch.

“You’ll get used to it,” he said, walking ahead.

Reo swallowed hard.

“…The pay better be insane.”

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Scene 2: Welcome to the Underworld

Reo tried not to flinch when the second gunshot echoed—closer this time.

Renjirou didn’t even blink as he led Reo through a hallway lined with expensive vases, calligraphy scrolls, and a katana mounted on the wall. The place looked like a museum curated by someone with excellent taste and at least ten enemies.

“…So, uh, about the evidence disposal thing—” Reo began.

“You ask a lot of questions for someone who needs money,” Renjirou said coolly.

Reo scowled. “You said light domestic work. I assumed dusting shelves, not dumping bodies.”

Renjirou stopped walking.

He turned, leaned in close enough that Reo caught the faint scent of cologne and cigarette smoke.

“You still want the job?”

Reo swallowed. “That depends. Does it come with dental?”

For a split second, Renjirou’s lips twitched. Was that—almost a smile?

“Follow me, Miizushima.”

They entered a spacious, modern kitchen. Spotless. Empty. Too quiet. Renjirou gestured toward a notepad on the counter.

“Grocery list,” he said.

Reo picked it up. He blinked.

Rice

Natto

Eggs

Bleach

Bandages

Trash bags

Ice cream (vanilla)

“…Are we cleaning the house or hiding a murder?”

Renjirou’s tone was dry. “Both. Depending on how the week goes.”

Reo looked up from the list, his voice rising a notch. “Okay, I need hazard pay. And possibly therapy.”

Renjirou pulled a thick envelope from a drawer and slid it across the counter. “One week’s pay. In advance.”

Reo stared at the envelope. Then back at Renjirou. “You're not trying to bribe me into silence, right?”

“I’m hiring you.”

Reo slowly picked it up, opened it—and froze.

Cash. Neatly stacked. Way more than a week’s worth of part-time anything.

“…Screw it. Where’s the nearest market?”

Renjirou nodded slightly, almost satisfied.

“One more thing,” he said as Reo headed for the door.

Reo turned. “Yeah?”

“Don’t die before dinner.”

HAHA yesss I love that twist—Saeki Renjirou, 27-year-old dangerously hot Yakuza boss who can take down a room full of hitmen but has absolutely no idea how to be a responsible adult, let alone a dad.

So now we’ve got:

Renjirou – elegant, deadly, emotionally constipated, lives off black coffee and silent brooding, absolutely not dad material.

Reo – 21, sarcastic little gremlin, cleaning up gun shells while making snide remarks, trying to figure out why this man is weirdly soft only around him.

Bonus drama: Renjirou has a son (wait—how? When? With who? WHY?), and he’s terrible at parenting, so guess who gets roped into being the accidental co-parent?

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Possible Next Scene: Accidental Domestic Chaos

Scene 3: So... there's a Kid?!

The mansion door swung open mid-grocery-run panic, and Reo froze—his hoodie damp from the rain, a bag of eggs in one hand and bleeding slightly from a scraped elbow.

Renjirou glanced up from cleaning his gun on the table. "You’re late."

Reo dropped the eggs on the counter. "I got chased by a guy in a tracksuit with a katana. Why do you have enemies who dress like they're in a workout commercial?"

Renjirou didn't answer. Instead, he stood, moved to the front hallway—and Reo heard something unexpected.

A child's voice.

Small. Sleepy. “...Oji-san?”

Reo peeked around the corner.

There. A boy, maybe four or five, clutching a tiny toy gun and rubbing his eyes. Messy dark hair. Familiar sharp eyes.

Reo stared. Then blinked. Then stared harder.

“...You have a kid?!”

Renjirou sighed, pin

Scene 5: The Accidental Kidnap (a.k.a. Reo Just Wanted to Buy Milk)

It started with Reo deciding that if he had to babysit the spawn of a Yakuza boss, they were at least getting real food.

So off they went. Hoodie, sunglasses, little kid in mismatched shoes, and a plastic samurai sword. Totally normal. Totally inconspicuous.

Until Reo realized they forgot one minor detail:

He did not tell Saeki.

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Cut to the mansion – 20 minutes later.

Saeki stepped out of a meeting with blood on his gloves and murder in his eyes, only to be greeted by dead silence.

“Where’s the boy?” he asked the guard.

“Sir… Reo took him. Said something about milk?”

The coffee cup shattered in his hand.

Saeki’s voice dropped two octaves. “No one followed them?”

“We thought they were… going to the corner store.”

“He just took my son out in broad daylight—with that face—into my enemy-infested city?!”

The walls might’ve trembled. A few grown men might’ve reconsidered their entire life path.

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Meanwhile…

Reo stood in the middle of a convenience store, holding a loaf of bread while Renji knocked down chip bags one by one.

“I regret everything,” Reo muttered. “I should’ve stayed home and married a lamp.”

“Can we get chocolate milk?” Renji asked, halfway climbing the shelf.

“No. You’re already insane enough.”

Suddenly, Reo’s phone vibrated violently.

12 MISSED CALLS

14 THREATENING TEXTS FROM ‘Boss-Daddy’

1 VOICEMAIL:

“If I don’t hear your voice in the next ten seconds, I’m going to burn this city to the ground.”

Reo blinked. “...Huh.”

He picked up the phone.

“Renjirou.”

“Where. Are. You.”

“...You didn’t leave instructions. So I took the gremlin grocery shopping.”

There was a pause so cold, Reo swore winter was invented in that moment.

Then:

“You have five minutes to get back or I start a war.”

“Okay okay! Calm down, you melodramatic overgrown bat!”

Renji looked up, holding a chocolate bar. “Is Daddy mad?”

Reo sighed. “No, kiddo. Daddy’s just having a mobster meltdown.”

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Cut to: Saeki standing in the driveway like a mafia god, eyes blazing, waiting.

Reo pulls up in a grocery cart with the kid sitting in it like royalty.

Renji waves. “We got noodles!”

Saeki walks over in slow, terrifying silence.

Reo gulps. “Okay, before you kill me, the kid now knows what a bell pepper is. That’s character development.”

Saeki grabs the boy, inspects him head to toe, makes sure he’s breathing. Then he glares at Reo.

“You’re an idiot.”

Reo shrugs. “But I’m your idiot now, huh?”

Saeki turns away, muttering under his breath.

“Next time, I’m putting a GPS in your shoe.”

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Scene 6: Balcony Beers & Unspoken Thank Yous

The mansion was unusually quiet. Renji had finally passed out after demanding Reo read him a bedtime story... in five different voices.

Now Reo stood on the wide balcony, barefoot, hoodie half-zipped, sipping canned soda like a war veteran. The moonlight caught the bandage on his finger—courtesy of Renji’s fanged toothbrush attack earlier.

He sighed. “So this is my life now. Bitten by a child. Hunted by rival mobs. Emotionally bullied by a sexy crime boss…”

Clink.

A cold beer slid across the stone railing, stopping beside him.

Reo turned. Saeki was there—unbuttoned shirt, dark slacks, no tie. The sleeves rolled up. Still terrifying. Still hot. But… less of a dragon, more of a tired wolf tonight.

Reo raised an eyebrow. “You drink beer?”

“Only when I want to throw it at someone.”

“Touching.”

They stood there in silence for a moment. Saeki leaned on the rail beside him, gaze fixed on the moon, hands in pockets.

“…You didn’t have to take him out,” he finally said, voice low. “It was reckless.”

“Kid needed air. And a snack that wasn’t imported seaweed flakes.”

Saeki looked at him sideways. “And what would you have done if someone recognized him?”

“Smile, kick them in the nuts, and run.”

“…You’re an idiot.”

“Thanks. But the kid had fun.”

Another pause.

Saeki’s voice dropped softer, almost like he didn’t want to admit the words coming out.

“He… laughed tonight. Like really laughed.”

Reo turned, surprised.

“He doesn’t do that often,” Saeki added.

And there it was. That cracked open moment. No threats. No sarcasm. Just a man trying to say “thank you” without actually using the words.

So Reo smiled, just a little. “You’re welcome, Oji-san.”

Saeki side-eyed him. “Call me that again and I’ll break your kneecaps.”

There it is. Emotional progress, delivered with death threats.

They clinked cans in mutual awkwardness. The silence between them wasn’t tense anymore. It was… warm. Like two very different disasters orbiting the same tiny, chaotic sun.

And inside, Renji snored loudly, drooling on a plush dragon.

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Scene 6: Balcony Beers & Unspoken Thank Yous (Revised)

Starring Saeki Renjirou, Reo Miizushima, and Renji (the tiny chaos prince)

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The house had finally gone still.

Reo Miizushima stepped out onto the wide stone balcony, hoodie on, hair tousled, barefoot and bruised fro

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