POV：高橋晴樹 Haruki Takahashi

*~10 years passed~*

““Welcome!”” Tanaka and I said in sync. We now both worked in my family’s café, and we had been a cat café for sixteen years, but my mother said, “We have three handsome men working here, we should start a butler café!”

Every now and then I see girls from school and get a little embarrassed from them recognizing me. Tanaka on the other hand has no shame. “Hello, Sakura and Yuki, ~!” He greeted them with a flirtatious tone and the girls giggled.

Ugh...he flirts too much...

I stared jealously at how much confidence he had or rather I was jealous that he didn’t turn into a bumbling mess whenever a girl talked to him.

Maybe I’m jealous of the girls... Wait- What?

Okay all this jealousy is making me crazy. Me, jealous of THEM? What do they have that I don't? I mean I’m the soon to be demon lord and I’m Tanaka’s boyfriend- BEST FRIEND I SAID BEST FRIEND, but anyways what do they have on me?

They are in fact beautiful girls, with fair skin, soft hair, even softer features... AND HERE I AM IN A BUTLER SUIT WITH BED HEAD AND A BROOM. Of course, I’d only really care about it if I were that way but I’m not so who cares!

I went from behind the counter to the kitchen where I washed dishes and pondered why I thought I might be jealous. Suddenly a voice said, “Thinking about someone?” I turned fast enough to startle the person and said in a very convincing voice, “NO WAY AM I THINKING ABOUT TANAKA!”

It was Tanaka’s father and have never felt my face get so hot. He gave a knowing look and left me to my thoughts. I kneeled over on the floor.

OH NOOOOOO! He probably thinks I’m gay for his son!

I started to cry thinking that he might spread a rumor or worse ruin my friendship with Tanaka. Someone had walked in, and I froze with fear that it might be Tanaka coming to break it off with me.

I looked up with tears rolling down my face only to see my mom. She looked startled at first then a soft smile appeared, and I instantly felt better. She raised her arms and I understood and got up and hugged her.

“Baby, you don’t need to cry over being gay.” I froze. “W H A T?” I pulled back and looked at her. “I’m not gay!” She sighed. “Denial is always the first step.”

“Mom seriously, I’m not gay-” “HUSH CHILD. It’s okay if you don’t want me to know so I’ll just pretend I didn’t hear anything until you’re ready to tell me yourself.” I was stunned to silence.

I didn’t think mom would be so accepting of such an idea. “Well, your dad has had a few boyfriends before so I’m happy he chose me.” “TMI MOM!” She giggled and walked off.