Kawano-kun's Sex Friend - Chapter 2

Fortunately, there were no bone fractures, and I was diagnosed with an ankle sprain. I resented the person who caused it, wondering why a sprain could hurt so much. Looking up at the sky, I thanked the milk and small fish snacks I had been consuming every day. It was a blessing in disguise that it wasn’t a fracture. According to the doctor, it looks like I have ligament damage, and full recovery will take about a month.

When I consulted with my workplace about what to do regarding work, I was told, “Rest until you’re fully healed.” Since my job involves standing, I couldn’t afford to push myself and risk prolonging the recovery. I was thinking of taking about half a month off, but I ended up accepting their suggestion and took a full month off.

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“Good morning. I apologize for the inconvenience I caused.”

My foot had fully healed, and on an October morning, I bowed to the manager who was quietly taking a cigarette break behind the store.

“Maru-chan, are you okay now?”

“Yes, thanks to you.”

“It was a slow season, and the store wasn’t having any problems, so you don’t need to worry about it. Take it easy since you’re recovering.”

The manager, who calls me “Maru-chan” because of my last name, Enka Madoka, is apparently only a few years away from turning 60. After extinguishing his cigarette with a friendly smile, he quickly returned to his work. [Note: Enka Madoka is another way the MC’s name can be read. Not a mistranslation on my part!]

So, after a month, I returned to work. The weather had passed the late summer heat and was entering the beginning of fall. As the seasons changed, new products were likely being introduced. While thinking about this, I opened the back door and saw the office and break room door lit by fluorescent lights, indicating someone was inside. I knocked and turned the knob.

“Good morning──”

“Good morning.”

“……Eh?”

The young man adjusting his clothes in front of me was someone I recognized. ──It was the man with those alluringly beautiful lips. Now that I think about it, he came to buy cakes the day I had that accident.

“Would you mind stepping aside?”

“Huh? Oh, sorry…”

“Ah… my name is Kawano. I’ve been in your care since last month.”

“Kawano, you…?”

“My name is Kawano Yuuri. It’s nice to meet you.”

“I’m Enka. It’s nice to meet you.”

While talking to me, he—Kawano Yuuri—tied an apron around his waist and put on a hat, then finished his curt greeting and left the office.

(What’s with that arrogant attitude…! He didn’t even bow or give me a polite smile before walking out…!)

Wait, wait, calm down. It’s dangerous to go to work without getting the situation straight. The man with those beautiful lips, the one I fell in love with at first sight as a customer—who I was so irresistibly attracted to that I couldn’t stop wondering what kind of s3x he would have—he was in the office as one of our employees?

“That kid’s definitely got a bad attitude…”

“Calling him a kid doesn’t sound so great, does it?”

“Shikimura, you’re here?!”

“Good morning, Enka-san. Your foot’s healed, huh?”

The one who pushed open the door to the men’s changing room and came in was Shikimura, a self-proclaimed 190 cm giant… Huh, what was his first name again? Oh, that’s right, it’s Yu. It seems that the new guy, Kawano, gave up his turn to let him use the locker room.

“Good morning… Are you on a break now?”

“Yeah, I got here early today. We were working on some new prototypes.”

“So that’s why the manager was smoking outside. What about the new guy from earlier?”

“Oh, you mean Kawano-san?”

“Yeah! He’s so cocky, isn’t he? They brought in a new guy while we were all on break!”

According to Shikimura, Kawano was the one who finally responded to the job ad put up to fill the two positions left open after people quit this spring. It seems he was hired for the sales department.

“He’s in the same department…?”

“Well, having a man in the sales floor might be helpful for various reasons, right?”

“For security reasons?”

“Yeah.”

I’m more worried about my own heart than about security. How will I manage working with such a handsome guy every day? I might go blind from staring, or worse, I might get a nosebleed from my inappropriate fantasies.

“What should I do? This is a crisis…! Help me, Nacchan!”

I quickly changed, punched in on the timecard, and headed to the sales floor. Ignoring Shikimura’s line, “Seriously, what’s the big crisis?”—a remark that sounded much older than his age—I slammed open the office door.

Chapter length 1692 characters.