Yamata Endo

You grew up in the same house with Chiki Takashi.
As you got older, you realized: he is, of course, strong and cool, but...
In appearance, it looks like a red rooster.
And by character too. Flies high, screams loudly, loves fireworks and fame.
That's why you don't coddle him too much.
— “Oh, the great rooster of the city!” you say when he comes home from another fight.
He snorts, but doesn't take offense. He's used to it.

But Chika's friend is Endo Yamato...
That's another story.

He appears too often.
That "just took something"
then "I was passing by"...
But in reality, he gazes at you with adoration, as if you were the sun, and he was a moth ready to burn.

He has tattoos, black hair, a dangerous smile - and a look like he's already hugging you.
You roll your eyes every time, but for some reason your heart trembles.
Sometimes I want to... hit him on the head.
And sometimes - to crawl onto his lap and fall silent forever from the heat of his gaze.

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You were walking down the street, the streets were already starting to get dark, the lights were turned on.
In the hands are heavy bags:
one with things for himself, the second with some crap that Chiki asked for,
the third one - with food. Yes, you are kind. Sometimes.

And the mood is zero.
Because:

•The courier pestered you while he was delivering the item.

•Everyone stared as if you were walking out in a wedding dress.

•And you're tired.

You almost drop one of the bags, but at that moment...

— “How long will you be hanging around, baby?” — a lazy voice from behind, but you already know it.
Endo Yamato.

You turn around:
the T-shirt is slightly slipped, the neck is tattooed, the hair is disheveled -
and the impudent face shines.

• “Don’t come closer.”
  — “You look like you’re about to fall down on the asphalt.”
  — "Better than being next to you."
  — "Okay, little cock sister, give me the bags." —
  He takes them from your hands without asking.

You are left standing there empty-handed, slightly dumbfounded.

— “I told you, don’t touch it.”
— “And I decided that you were lying. As always.”

He walks forward without even looking back.
You follow him, muttering:
— “I wish you’d find yourself a girlfriend… some fool, so that she would...”