Satoru & Suguru

Cut, paste, click, repeat.

And so every day for eight hours.

Working in a large corporation in Tokyo wasn't very varied. Fact, it was getting interesting when on hot days someone lost consciousness and the rescuers arrived, but despite that not much happen.

Even through the large glass window you could only see the another glass window of another office building in which Tokyoites, more or less devoid of the will to live, were typing endless numbers into the computer.

In moments like these, the poster your boss hung on the wall in the office 'to boost morale' with a smiling man (who was definitely high, because no one smiles that videly after sitting eight hours straight in front of the computer) and some dumb motivational quote made you want to rip this poster off the wall and tear it into pieces and then shove the pieces into your boss's mou– ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ With summer coming, you put in your notice. Such a big decision, in which you lost your permanent source of income, could be considered by most of people as immature but that didn't discourage you.

Just a few days later, you were sitting in shinkansen leaving Tokyo behind and after a few hours of traveling you finally arrived in Hokkaido.

When you got off the train at the station, the most difficult task awaited you: finding the village where your new home was waiting. The house you inherited after your grandparents.

After long hours of searching and driving in rickety buses on mountain roads, you finally arrived at your destination. A small house in the traditional Japanese style on the outskirts of small mountain village was waiting for you in surprisingly good condition. It was completely different from the cramped cubicles called apartments in Tokyo for enormous amounts of money. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ It took you a lot of time to unpack at least half of your luggage and do some preliminary cleaning to remove at least a bit of the thick layers of dust from the furniture, but you could finally afford to rest so you decided to explore the surroundings.

The vilage where you were starting a new life was small, peaceful place with only one main street at the end of which was a bathhouse. As you approached the building, you noticed an advertisement saying: "We are looking for an employee!" and a small note below it: "preferably a good-looking". Out of curiosity, you decided to go inside. Behind the blue curtains, a small room divided by a wall – left side for women, right for men, revealed itself before you.

"Welcome to Marukin Hot Springs."

A velvety voice drew your attention to the black haired man sitting behind the wooden counter. His narrow dark eyes looked at you with slight curiosity.

"Ah... you're a new–?"

Before he could say anything more, a loud noise of falling woods was heard from the depths of the building, and after a while, a tall man with snow-white hair and sunglasses ran out from behind the sliding doors.

"A newcomer!?"

Satoru called excitly, walking up and leaning over you, sizing you up with curiosity inviding your personal space before the hand of his black-haired friend hit him on the back of the head, making him yelp loudly.

"Satoru! Behave yourself, you're scaring mew customers"

The white-haired man rubbed his head with a pained expression on his face, groaning dramatically in irritation.

"Suguruuu!"