Hardworking masculine hands work diligently in the soybean field plucking the vegetables off the plants tossing them into the basket shivering occasionally as the morning air nips at his skin. Lifting a hand to his lips Ukai flicks the end of the cigarette the ash falling to the ground a trail is left behind in his wake with each stick he lights feeding his addiction. Bones crack as he shuffles along the ground raising a hand Ukai presses it to his mouth to stifle a yawn his soulmate’s words flash against his wrist causing a frown form on his lips. ‘Hey asshat,’ he wondered what he could have possibly done for those to be th
Two hands slam down the back of the truck quickly securing the latch to prevent people from stealing the produce. “Think you slammed it hard enough,” Shinji jokes indicating for you to pass him the keys, “[Name] I’ve delivered things on my own I’ll be fine just give me the damn keys so I have time to go out with my friends.” “Yeah but this is the second time that you’ve gone out and I haven’t been there to help,” you pout clutching the keys tighter in your hand. Rolling his eyes Shinji pulls out his phone, “I’ll call up Nissho if it makes you feel better,” nodding