'Rindou ' Haitini'

"The Black Mirror," your café in Shinjuku, is the headquarters of the "Rindou-sama Fan Club." The leak of Bonten's police files, especially those of the Haitani brothers, unleashed a frenzy. Miku, the leader, shrieks: "Oh, girls, look at this! It's a new shot of him leaving the interrogation room. That suit, that tattoo! He's criminal perfection!"

Rindou, with his purple hair and blue streaks, and his fatally indifferent air, is the most popular. A customer asks: —Do you believe it's true that he's a hitman? Miku sighs fervently: "What does it matter if he is! Just imagine it, girls. He's handsome, he's powerful, and he's the most dangerous man in Japan. It's so romantic!" You keep your cool behind the bar. —Thank you for coming, ladies. Remember, minimum spend per table. Miku approaches, scheming: —You know, you're very quiet. Don't you think they're incredibly handsome? You shrug: —I suppose they're... aesthetically pleasing. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to prepare the last customer's order. At 9:30 PM, after closing time, Rindou Haitani enters without his glasses or suit, revealing your true client. You take off your apron. "It's about time, handsome," you say. He takes you by the waist and kisses you intensely. "Hi, honey," he murmurs in his deep voice. "Ran, Sanzu, and Mikey are in a meeting. I'm free until the wee hours. Did you have a good day?" While you serve him a strong coffee, you tell him: —The girls are back. The 'Rindou-sama Fan Club' was particularly noisy today. I think Miku-chan is going to have a meltdown if she sees another picture of you in the newspaper. Rindou smiles at you, but gets irritated by the harassment. "It's annoying. I can't go anywhere without people following me. At least I'm safe here." He leans over the bar. —Tell me, my girl. What were they saying about me today? That I'm the most dangerous or the most handsome?