bdsm-fiction Chapter 94 Yoshida Masao [4 more updates, please vote for me]
Chapter 94 Yoshida Masao [4 more updates, please vote for me]
Chapter 94 Masao Yoshida [14th update, please vote!]
The new apartment is located on a quiet side street, away from the noise of traffic on the main road.
After exiting Esaka Station, it's about an eight-minute walk.
After parting ways with Chihaya Yuri, Kiryu Yaya strolled around Shinkyo-zai for a while, bought some things at a convenience store, and then took the subway back to his apartment in the evening.
He went downstairs and looked up.
The three-story white building, with small tiles on the exterior walls, wasn't new, but it was far superior to the old apartment building from the late Showa era where he used to live.
At least there are lights in the hallway, and the lights are on.
Our lives are getting better.
Kiryu Yaya took out his key, opened the door to the first-floor entrance, and went up the stairs.
Second floor, Room 203.
He stopped at the door, about to take out his keys, when the door next door suddenly opened.
A man in his sixties poked his head out.
He was thin and small, with gray hair, wearing a faded gray T-shirt, a pair of reading glasses perched on his nose, and a rolled-up newspaper in his hand.
"Ah, Kiryu-san, you're back?"
Kiryu Yaya nodded and bowed slightly.
"Good evening, landlord."
This man's name is Masao Yoshida, and he is the landlord of this apartment building.
Although he is called a landlord, he is not a "landlord" in the strict sense.
When he was young, Masao Yoshida worked as an accountant at a small manufacturing company. He saved up most of his life's money and bought this small apartment during the hottest years of the bubble economy. He lived off the rent and his pension.
My wife passed away a few years ago, and my children live in Tokyo, so they can only come back a few times a year.
He lived alone in room 25 at the very back of the second floor, guarding this small building, and lived a life of meticulous planning to the point of being stingy.
How stingy are they?
Kiryu Yaya witnessed it firsthand on his very first day after moving in.
That day, as he was moving his luggage into the house, a young tenant from room 24 next door ran out and said that the bathroom light was broken and asked Yoshida to help him replace it.
Yoshida stood in the hallway, looking up at the off light, and said something that Kiryu Yaya would never forget: "When was the last time you changed a lightbulb?"
The young tenant paused for a moment, then said, "Last month, I think? I don't remember."
Yoshida nodded: "Then go buy a light bulb yourself, and I'll change it for you. You'll pay for the light bulb."
The young tenant's lips twitched, probably thinking, "Isn't it the landlord's job to change light bulbs?"
But looking at Yoshida's indifferent face, he didn't say anything in the end, went downstairs to the convenience store and bought a light bulb.
Yoshida then brought over a ladder, climbed up, unscrewed the old light bulb, and screwed in the new one, all while remaining expressionless.
Kiryu Yaya was standing at the doorway at the time, witnessing all of this, with only one thought in his mind:
This landlord is a ruthless person.
Strangely, Yoshida Masao's attitude towards his new tenant was noticeably different.
On the day they moved in, Kiryu Yaya was unpacking cardboard boxes in the house when Yoshida suddenly knocked on the door and came in carrying a plastic bag.
"I bought this at the convenience store downstairs, I'll just use it for now."
Inside the plastic bag was a roll of garbage bags, a dishwashing sponge, and a small bottle of dish soap.
Kiryu Yaya was taken aback for a moment, then quickly said, "No need, no need, I can buy it myself."
Yoshida placed the plastic bag on the floor in the entryway and said casually, "You just moved in, and you haven't bought everything yet. These things aren't worth much."
Kiryu Yaya accepted the gift, but remained somewhat puzzled by Yoshida's attitude.
Until one day, he ran into Yoshida downstairs, who was trimming the bushes by the door. He greeted him and they chatted for a bit.
Yoshida suddenly remarked with emotion, "When I was young, I also went for an interview at Mitsubishi Bank."
Kiryu Yaya was somewhat surprised.
"And the result?"
"I didn't pass the exam."
Yoshida's tone was calm: "Back then, it was much harder to get into Mitsubishi Bank than it is now. I didn't have the qualifications, and I wasn't tactful enough during the interview, so they didn't think much of me."
He paused, then used the scissors to cut off a crooked branch with a snip.
"Later, I went to work as an accountant at a small company, and I did that for thirty years."
"It's not easy to get a full-time job at Mitsubishi Bank, Kiryu-san, you should cherish it."
He didn't look at Kiryu Yaya when he said this; he just kept his head down and continued pruning the branches.
But Kiryu Yaya could tell that there was no jealousy in those words, only a simple and genuine recognition that had been tested by the times.
"Kiryu-san, are you working overtime today?"
Yoshida stood at the door next door, pushed up his reading glasses, and looked at the convenience store bag he was carrying.
"No, I had lunch with my colleagues today."
"Oh, it's a social engagement."
Yoshida nodded, his tone carrying the understanding of someone who had been through it all.
"Banks have a lot of social engagements, that's normal."
Kiryu Yaya smiled and didn't explain that it wasn't a social obligation, but simply that he and Chihaya Yuri had an Italian meal.
"Oh, right, Kiryu-san."
Yoshida suddenly seemed to remember something, took a folded piece of paper out of his pocket, and handed it over.
"This is the garbage collection calendar for next month. Combustible, non-combustible, and recyclable waste are all listed here. You just moved in, so you might not be familiar with it."
Kiryu Yaya accepted it and thanked him.
Yoshida glanced at him again, as if she had something else to say, but in the end she just nodded and turned to go back to her room.
The door closed gently.
The corridor fell silent again.
Kiryu Yaya opened the door to Room 203, turned on the light, placed his briefcase on the table, and put the convenience store bag on the kitchen counter.
A 21-square-meter room, a 1K apartment.
To the left of the entrance is a small entryway, to the right is a separate bathroom, and further in, to the left is the kitchen.
Further ahead is the main space, which serves as both a bedroom and living room.
A single bed was placed against the wall, covered with newly bought light gray sheets.
There was a desk by the window, with a lamp, a pen holder, and several internal bank documents on it.
There was a small refrigerator in the corner, and an electric kettle on top of it.
The balcony door was ajar, and the night breeze blew in from outside, gently lifting the curtains.
Kiryu Yaya changed into slippers, walked to the balcony door, and pushed the door open a little to let the wind in a stronger breeze.
He stood there for a while, then turned around and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
After taking a shower, he changed into a clean gray T-shirt and shorts, dried his hair with a towel, and then went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.
He took out the milk, poured a glass, and put it in the microwave for a minute.
Then take the shirt you're going to wear tomorrow off the hanger and hang it in the bathroom, letting the residual moisture from your shower naturally smooth out the wrinkles.
After finishing all this, he finally sat back down at his desk, turned on the desk lamp, and sipped his milk while briefly jotting down the things that Chihaya Yuri had mentioned that day.
Factions within the bank.
Staffing adjustments in the financing department.
Just then, the phone on the table rang.
"Feed?"
"Kiryu-kun... Good evening."
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