Soukoku bar · Y/n story by @hellohello

The bar was tucked away in a back alley of Yokohama, its warm amber light spilling onto the wet cobblestones like a secret invitation.

Oda

You're late. Ango's been checking his watch every thirty seconds.

Ango, seated beside him, adjusted his glasses without looking up from the document he was reading.

Ango

I'm efficient, not impatient. There's a difference.

Oda

chuckles Sure.

Ango’s pen stopped moving. His gaze lifted, sharp and appraising, landing on the red-haired boy standing just behind Y/n’s shoulder.

Ango

slowly sets down his pen You didn't mention you were bringing a guest.