Definition of Romance (Love Mode, Jin/Katsuki)

Katsuki closed his locker with a frown. “It isn’t Homuraki-san again, is it?” If it was someone they knew, Toori usually had nicknames for them. Seiichi was ‘your sempai’ and Jin was ‘the wolf’. When it was people he knew Katsuki didn’t want to see, Toori didn’t call they anything.

“Sorry.”

Katsuki swore. “Can you tell him I’m off today?”

Toori gave him that pitying look. It was a lot like the look Seiichi gave him whenever they were at the bar and Jin’s name came up. “I think he saw you come back here.”

“Shit.” Katsuki resisted the urge to pace. Closing his eyes he took a deep breath and then glanced at himself in the mirror. His uniform was still perfectly in place, his hair unruly but acceptable. There was nothing Katsuki wanted more than to be able to punch Homuraki in the face, but if he did that the owner would fire him in an instant. Katsuki would put up with just about anything if it kept him his job.

Steeling himself, Katsuki walked out of the locker room like nothing was wrong. He couldn’t quite bring himself to pasting on a fake smile, but he could at least keeps his face straight and not scowl at the bastard.

“Ah! There you are.” Homuraki was indeed waiting for him, right at the limit between the guest’s area and employee’s only section. The hallway was vacant, the employees were either in the back or out on the floor, and guests only came back here to use the restrooms. Or, in Homuraki’s case, to stalk employees that they’d started to fancy.