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a special client

"Let me pay for your pedicure."

Shouto knew that kind of message. It always went the same with his clients. Shouto had been doing this for so long, he knew exactly how the people booking him texted, what they wanted, how they behaved. It was a well-known routine that paid Shouto's rent, kept his stomach full, and filled his wardrobe with nice things. It kept him comfortable.

This Friday morning booking for the evening just saved Shouto enough to not take another client for the rest of the month and it was only the fifth. The man paid a big sum for a few hours of Shouto's time. And left a message too well known to Shouto. It wasn't rare Shouto got offered for his pedicure to be paid. He went to the nail salon every week and he hasn't paid himself for a long time now. Well, with his own money that was. He always got paid part upfront and part after his dates. This time, however, was different.

"We will meet there at five."

We? That was new. Shouto normally went alone. But this guy - Katsuki was his name, even though Shouto well expected it to not be his actual name - sent him an address to a saloon on the other end of town. On the fine end of town. Shouto made sure to be on time and wear his nice slacks, the silky black ones, with the black tank top and blazer. He kind of felt Katsuki was the classy type. He was right.

He would have spotted Katsuki from miles away. He waited on the street, in front of the saloon. It was quite dark outside already and he was only illuminated by the streetlights and the cars passing. But he carried himself with the confidence of an influential man, all designer clothes and soft skin and his perfectly styled hair. He did not smile when he greeted Shouto and he held open the door for him when they stepped inside.

This was definitely a nicer place than he usually went to. It was a place where you put your feet inside a water tank with little fish in it instead of having someone grate off half your foot. The interior was having more of a spa vibe.

Shouto was led to his seat and to his surprise, Katsuki sat down in the padded chair next to him. Before Shouto could ask any questions, two of the ememployeesame over to get to work, putting their hands and feet in tiny porcelain water tanks to soak. Shouto relaxed.

"How was your day?" The blind man asked him and Shouto hummed.

"Good, how about yours?"

"A disagreement with a designer," Katsuki said. Shouto arched a brow.

"You're in fashion then?"

Katsuki hummed.

"The blazer you wear was decided on by me, actually."

"You really have an eye for pretty things then," Shouto said, deciding to be more bashful today. His clients usually liked him reserved. Polite. Shy. Katsuki did not seem to be like them though. And he wasn't. Katsuki tilted his head and looked at him through dainty eyes and looked him up and down.

"I fucking do," he said and Shouto turned a little red in the face. Katsuki made him feel a little tingly.

They did not make any more conversation throughout the rest of their appointment, which left Shouto with hands and feet smooth as never, soft and trimmed and overall rosy and glowing. Katsuki didn't look half bad either. Meaning he looked phenomenal, even in the half-dark he walked Shouto to the hotel he's booked for the night. Normally Shouto's clients booked love hotels, paying for only the time they have booked with him. Katsuki booked him for four hours including the time at the saloon. They spent two hours there. The hotel room was a five-star suite. Just how rich was that guy? Shouto almost could overlook his rude personality which came out after five minutes of knowing each other. He decided he could definitely overlook it when he sat down on the foot of the king-sized bed. It had the nicest topper Shouto ever sat on. Maybe, only maybe, if Katsuki did not kick him out after this, he'd make an exception and allow himself to stay the night.