15 Blacklisted Haruki

Haruki was still trying to understand what to do next. They're laughing with him in the kitchen about it, and next... puf! He was labeled as a sexual harasser and a bully! His conscience was heavy, but at the same time, he was again confused at this change of tides.

Daisuke came to Haruki, "Easy, dude. You didn't know, and she came in with no warning. After you apologize to her, you two little doves can laugh a lot after you are officially introduced. Come to my room, I will show you my Shiatsu massage technique. You need to balance the meridians for the energy to flow," the influencer spoke softly, while with a hand on Haruki's lower back he guided him into the hall.

Two pairs of suspicious eyes followed their walk, waiting to see what Haruki's reaction would be. But he just let himself go.

Daisuke was not lying, he mastered the shiatsu technique and his fingers roamed Haruki's body expertly,

"This massage relieves migraines," he explained as he started pressuring Haruki's muscles.

"Um, hey it hurts!"

"It is a necessary evil, because we need to dissolve the 'tension nodes'. After the initial pain, you will feel fantastic well-being."

Haruki really hoped it was worth it, Daisuki sank his thumbs willingly into Haruki's back. And the influencer continued to torture until a sore Hahuki tried to give up,

"Thank you Daisuki, I already feel super-energized," his voice came out shaky and tearful.

"Easy, easy! If it's still hurting, it's because it's still stuck! Don't be a crybaby!" Daisuke treated his body like a Mochi kneader at the festival. Haruki's eyes were watery when the influencer finished with him.

He found relief in an icy shower. When he got out of the shower he found Jun,

"Are you okay?" their eyes met and Haruki recalled the last thing Jun had said before Saito's arrival. He wanted to ask something and demanded a straight answer. He had been curious to know what it was, but the question was never asked.

"No, but eventually I will," answered the question, still smiling.

"Come and see what they have drawn for us now," Jun 'Lovebread' called him.

They have unlocked more doors.

Haruki could hear Hinata's exclamations and comments about the room he was in.

But he wasn't the only one excited. The other 'characters' were also exploring the dorms.

Upon entering the first door, Haruki found a luxurious master room. The bed was huge as he had imagined when talking to Kenta. There was also a suite with a pink marble bathtub, among other luxuries. He discovered a closet with several posh clothes from international brands.

And the picture frames with professional pictures of a businessman made it clear this was the 'CEO's room.

They went into the corridor to look at the other rooms, each inspired by its occupant's archetype.

The last room, at the end of the long corridor, was the 'ATHLETE's. And Haruki knew there was something wrong with it since the guys were outside looking without entering. He passed them and went to look.

Haruki would walk the room in five strides.

A narrow single bed attached to the wall, with a thin mattress. Beneath it was a chest and no more furniture. It also was the only dormitory without a private bathroom.

Inside the trunk were several white T-shirts and blue shorts. With lots and lots of underwear, and colorful socks.

In front of the bed was a school poster with female and male anatomy, side by side. And next to this picture, a photo of Haruki wasting the ball's time and letting it escape, in a basketball game. When he was 15 years old.

Laughing he took the photo to look at, he fondly remembered this game. And he proudly showed the photo to the people in the hall.

He mentally thanked Kenta right now for the secret bunker. Everything hinted Haruki was in Honda-san's blacklist. If for a misunderstanding he was punished like that, the singer didn't know what would happen when the chief engineer found out about Kenta and his meddling in the 'game'. His obvious thought was that they were both in danger of being killed.

However, Haruki understood it was his overnight entry that gave the group a beacon of hope. If they were simply missing, could that indicate they would never return? But, Haruki had Kenta and his promise to get him out of there.

What did the engineer really intend to do with them? His dismissive replies didn't hint anything good. Haruki suspected their freedom was nowhere near in Honda-san's schedule.

Haruki liked his 'gift', as this cell reminded him of his situation as a prisoner and not as a guest, as Hinata and others might think.

"Hm, Honda-san is spiteful, don't you think?" commented no one in particular.

Saito invaded the space and started abruptly picking up the clothes arranged there for Haruki, in silence. His sudden behavior surprised everyone, including the singer. Before Haruki even asked for explanations, he said,

"You are not going to stay here. The room they assigned me is big enough for both of us."

"Ah, oh wow! Thank you!" Haruki scratched his head, a little embarrassed but unable to think of a good excuse to refuse. He could stay there, but Saito-san's generosity was very spontaneous.

"I don't mind continuing to shower in the locker room. And I don't mind having only cloned clothes, as long as they are clean," Haruki was telling the truth.

He lowered his head, pretending to be thoughtful and looking at the picture in his hands again.

In fact, he had realized that Daisuke and Hinata were apprehensive. He wondered if they were worried about having to give up the luxurious rooms and comforts they received, depending on this conversation.

And everyone was waiting for his answer.