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Assistant: Title: Bakery||Satosugu
        Author: Potato_ryo_alex Potato_ryo_alex 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        Summary: Suguru decided with his cat, that he wanted to run a bakery. It was a hell of an idea, and would take a lot, but he decided it was a good decision.That was until some unruly stranger with white hair and sunglasses caught his attention.ORa satosugu fic where Suguru runs a bakery and meets Satoru
        Contents: Chapter 1: Setting up
    

    


  

  
  
    
    
  “Delicious!”

  Geto took a bite of the cookie happily, his vermillion red mittens still on.

  Geto truly loved baking, and had a dream to open a bakery someday. A great idea in his opinion, but it’s easier said than done.

  He takes another bite. He could’ve been being egotistical, but if we’re being honest, it’s far from it.

  These cookies he made were 
  
    beyond
  
   delicious. Delicious was an understatement. Geto didn’t like being very egotistical but even he can’t argue that this is one of his 
  
    best 
  
  batches he’s ever made.

  He sniffs the cookies as the scent wafts over and around the house to a certain fluffy cat bed. The black cat inside was a beautiful russian blue who pranced and prodded over before jumping onto the barstool next to the counter, tail swishing happily.

  “Sorry, Shadow. This isn’t for you.” Geto says softly. The cat's tail stopped swishing and fell behind the chair, as if to say she wanted some. 

  Geto took another bite before saying “I swear, I smile so much I could make a garden of smiles!” He thought about that for a second. That prolly wasn't the best metaphor.

  Shadow looks at him questionably. Shadow can usually understand things for the most part, but fails to understand metaphors sadly. Whoops.

  Geto looks at the cat before sighing. “What am I gonna do with you…”

  He pinches the bridge of his nose before hearing a “Ding!” sound in the oven. 

  “Oh! The cookies are done!” Geto puts the chocolate chip cookie down frantically, on a small dish next to a mango and passion fruit smoothie. It may not be the 
  
    best 
  
  combination but it was definitely good. 

  Geto takes out the cookies, and in his haste almost drops it trying to successfully place them down next to the other batch. He takes off his gloves and picks up the cookie. Or, well… tried to. 

  “Ah, 
  
    sh@t
  
  !” Geto yelled. Shadow jumped up in surprise and scampered to hide behind the not-so-faraway couch in the living room, the kitty knocking over a small succulent in the process. 

  Geto ran his hand under cold water (Because 
  
    obviously 
  
  he isn’t stupid enough to put his mouth on it. He could get sick from all those germs.) as he stared at the cookies unhappily. Sure, it probably would have tasted good, but then again, those same cookies 
  
    did 
  
  just burn him. He isn’t stupid enough to try that again.

   He dries his hands and gives the cookies a minute to cool down as Shadow approaches the once supposedly dangerous counter, curling up next to a steaming hot plate of cookies.

  “Ugh. That seriously just happened, didn’t it Shadow?”

  “Meow.”

  Shadow slowly goes to pounce onto a small fly buzzing around as Geto puts away the cookies, sealing them away in small tupperware containers, away from the prying eyes of the rest of his little town.

  Geto ate the rest of his cookie, enjoying the sweet bliss for a few moments more before really thinking about the idea of a bakery. A steady job 
  
    and
  
   doing what he loves for a living? Not many people get this opportunity in life. 

  Geto looks at Shadow before saying “Y’know what, Shadow?” “Meow?” The cat looks up from his closed paws, sealing the small fly inside. “I’m gonna open a bakery.”
 
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  Now, opening a bakery is easier said than done. Before even buying, you have to do things like calculate the taxes, find the bakery, figure out what you’re gonna even 
  
    sell
  
  . 

  It’s a lot, true. But every now and then you’ll see a cute little corner store bakery, and now Geto will know how it feels to set one of those up. Unfortunately, it probably won’t be great since Geto barely has a steady job, but follow your dreams, yeah?

  Geto sighs. Man, that’s a lot of work and planning for such a small business.

  So, Geto got to work. He’s a determined man overall, but this, this was 
  
    way 
  
  past just determined. 

  Geto took a walk. He was strolling along in Tokyo, in the part of Tokyo everyone calls “The upper district” or basically where all the rich people live.

  Now, he decided to take his mind off things by going to his favorite bakery. It’s a place called “Suta Bekari” owned by a friend named Riko Amanai. Riko is a great baker, so maybe he could get a few tips there. 

  Geto walked over, passing a bunch of signs. A grand opening sign, a fast food restaurant, A new tech store, a free place for whatever, as he ran down the sidewal- wait what was that last one?

  He stopped to a halt and awkwardly walked backward a bit before glancing down at that sign. Perched on the windowsill of a small corner store that recently went out of business by the looks of it, was on sale for about 1,571,080 yen (So like 10,000 USD).

  Well, that’s a lot of money. But as he rounded the corner, he peered through a large glass window that held an ideal amount of space. He planned it out after a good minute, of how he’d set up everything. 

  Just one problem.

  He didn’t have that much money. 

  So he returned home, almost dragging himself through the front door, in such a sad mood that Shadow noticed almost immediately (But then again Shadow is a very empathetic cat sooooooo).

  Shadow watched as Geto ranted on and on until Geto mentioned money. Now, a normal cat doesn’t know much about that kind of thing, but we can most definitely see at this point that Shadow is a 
  
    very 
  
  smart cat. Who also, after Geto’s almost infinite sulking, bolted through the unlocked cat door. 

  “No! Shadow!” The flap closed as Geto yelled. He ran out the door right after a very speedy Shadow who ran around and around and to… a bank?

  Geto stops running and looks up. Of course, Shadow ran inside. 

  Meanwhile Geto’s mind was running a mile a minute. If Geto could just get his hands on a bank loan, He could start the bakery, and pay the bank back once they made enough money.

  Otherwise, well, guess that college savings money is gonna have to be spent on debt. 

  Geto finally snapped back to reality after a light tap on the shoulder. He looked up to a white hair man with blue eyes and a nice pair of glasses.

  “Are you okay?” The man asked gently.

  “Uh, yeah. I’m fine.” Geto responded. Man, did he have to work on his people skills. He is 
  
    quite the failure 
  
  in that department. Then again he is an introvert. He thanks the mysterious man and darts in the bank.

  And 
  
    d@mn
  
   that’s a long line. Now, the bank wasn’t very busy, but I guess the stars were perfectly aligned so that he would have to wait forever. Great. He looks over at the line and spots a small black fuzzball waiting patiently at the end for him. 

  “Shadow! Oh my god I almost just lost my cat.” Geto sighs, before running over and picking up the cat, before waiting in line for what felt like forever. He waited, and waited, before spotting the same person from earlier out the window. The blue eyes were something you can’t forget easily. He could probably be a supermodel just by showing up for the part.

  “Huh.” Geto says. He feels… entranced by the sight of them.

  All of a sudden, Geto gets a paw to the face from his small cat. “Mew!” Shadow pawed him again.

  Geto looked at the cat before responding. “Yeah, yeah. Maybe I’ll see them again one day.”

  Then, he approached the banker. 

  “What can I do for ya sir?” the banker asked. He was chubby, to say the least. With a saggy face, eyebags, and greying hair which seemed to grey more by every person.

  “You seem tired, so I’ll make it quick.” Geto replied.

  “Thank you.” The banker said, sighing with relief.

  “You know that open space on Lark Lane?” Geto asked.

  “Yeah. You lookin’ to buy it?” The banker tiredly asked. He looked like he could drop at any second.

  “Well… no. I'm actually looking to borrow some money 
  
    to 
  
  buy it.” Geto replied. Shadow mewled in agreement.

  “Well, I just checked your bank records. If you return all the money by the end of the year, you’ll be good.” The banker tells Geto.

  “Wait- really?” Geto stared. He never usually got 
  
    that 
  
  much time to return money. Nevertheless, he still did return it on time. He’s a lawful citizen, mostly just because Shadow isn’t.

  “Sure.” The banker responded. “Thank your cat there. Cute little sucker.” The banker points at Shadow who is purring happily in Geto’s arms.

  “Thank you, Mr.- wait, what’s your name?”

  “It’s Hayagami. Hayagami Hasuyo.”

  “Thank you Mr. Hasuyo.”

  “Pleasure’s all mine.”

  Geto leaves the building, a goofy smile lopsided on his face.

  “I DID IT!” Geto yells in the middle of the sidewalk. People didn’t even look at him. Screaming is a daily occurrence at this point. Shadow jumps out of his arms in fear, but realizing Geto is just happy, jumps with joy along with him.

  Geto walked over to the Suta Bekari and went in. It was… busy to say the least. People were bustling about, some talking, some ordering food, heck, there was a line to talk with Riko. Wait, Riko?

  “Yo, Riko!” Geto yells at her.

  “Yeah?” RIko turns to look at him, wondering what the heck he wanted right now.

  “Can I talk with you for a minute?” Geto asks. 

  “Sure, Geto.” Riko walks over to the backroom and sits down on some of the extra chairs inside.

  “Alright.” Geto sits down. Shadow struts onto the table and curls up in the middle of it, right around a small electric candle. Riko looked Geto dead in the eyes, and saw it. The burning passion of Geto, when he dedicates himself to something.

  Geto tries to not put himself to something because whenever he does, he always completes it, just in organized chaos. There is, of course, a specific way that Geto goes about his randomness (Hence the 
  
    organized
  
   chaos). But nonetheless, it is still chaotic.

  “So, I’m opening my own bakery.” Geto said. 

  Riko looked at him. “You and I both know that’ll take a lot. There’s planning, selling, keeping the business steady, returning the bank mone-”

  “Look, you remember when you first opened this bakery?”

  “How could I forget? It took forever.”

  “And I was right there with you. I can do it. You just have to show me how.”

  Riko paused. It would take awhile, but Geto sounded sure of himself. 
 
  “...”
  



  “Alright then, but once we start, there’s no turning back.”

  “I know.”

  Geto stood up, and walked out the bakery, as Riko followed. She knew where she was going. And where
  
     this 
  
  was headed. But whatever. Geto kept on walking, passing one block, then another, and another. Until they finally found it again. The small corner store that recently sold out.

  “Huh.” Riko muttered.

  “So, what do ya think?” Geto asked, a smile on his face.

  “Well, it seems good.” Riko said. Geto smiles. “But it’s a little run down, and since a bakery just went out of business here, I feel like people might have their doubts.”

  “Oh. Well, will ya help me at least?”

  “Yeah, obviously.”

  Geto walks in. It’s really dusty, with the most random colors on the floor. 

  So, obviously, they get to cleaning.

  Geto grabbed the broom, Riko grabbed a mop, and two grueling hours later, they were done. 

  “Ughhhh that took 
  
    forever
  
  !” Riko grumbled, holding the mop as if she was ready to break it in half from the amount of torture it just put her through.

  “Well, at least we’re done, yeah?” Geto sighed. He was just as tired, having faced every level of hell with this cleaning spree.

  “Oh, shut up and let me complain.” Riko muttered, as she put away the cleaning tools that she despised now and for the rest of her days with every ounce of her resentment.

  “Well the place looks shiny.” Geto said happily. He wasn’t wrong, the floor having been so shiny he could probably see his reflection.

  “Well, now what?” Riko asked.

  “Taxes.” Geto said simply.

  “Oh come on!” Riko yelled.

   “Well we have to figure them out sooner than later.” Geto muttered.

  “Also possibly one of the worst things about running a business.” Riko pulls out her phone and clicks the calculator app.'
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