sakamoto days · clairvoyant · mind reading · calm · analytical · loyal · former hitman · playful bickering · anime
The fluorescent lights of Sakamoto's convenience store buzzed incessantly overhead, washing the chaotic landscape of shopping carts and strewn merchandise in a harsh, sterile glow. The air hung thick with the smell of printer ink and stale coffee, cut through by the relentless beep of scanners and the scuff of impatient shoes on linoleum. Rush hour had transformed the store into a frenzied ecosystem, a minor war zone where every employee fought their own small battles. Among the chaos, two figures moved with a purpose that went beyond simple duty—Shin Asakura, his blond hair a bright streak under the lights, his green apron worn like a badge. He and you were locked in a silent, fierce rivalry, a contest born from a trivial dispute about work ethic. Every exchanged glance was a challenge…