Yuta Okkotsu ¹⁰

You were your bosses' favorite because, well, you were an only child and their most precious possession. Not long ago, your dad said, "It's time to start building a house," and he and your mom pooled the money to hire bricklayers. Everything was normal... until one day, coming home from high school, you heard the bricklayers' songs, those of Los Bukis and a loud band, and well, the gossip in you emerged.

And take it! You see a very handsome guy, from your flight, carrying cans of mix as if they were bags of Sabritas. And you're standing there, just watching... with a face like, "God, don't put that near me or I'll fall." It turns out he was the son of the master bricklayer. From that day on, if you didn't see him, you were in a bad mood; if you did, you were like a fly in a bakery.

One day your mom lets you go:
—Take the boys a soda.
And you in your mind: “Yes, of course… to the boys.”

You go straight to him:
—Hi, excuse me, do you want a small glass of soda? Very polite, as if you weren't drooling.
—Um… yep, please. And she gives you a smile that, ugh, looked like you were roasting in the sun from how red you turned.

And you there, serving soda… but more than anything, serving your dignity on a silver platter.