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"Keep up the good work, L/N."

"Sir yes, sir."

Shin sent a hateful glance towards the new rookie over his shoulder, wondering how someone like them can manage to greet Overhaul's expectations and get recruited in the Shiee Hassaikai. Let alone, be his secretary of some sorts, or in other words, Shin's equal.

It felt like absolute poisonous to admit that this person is his equal. Maybe Chronostasis' equal, even.

How can someone who looks so weak, so distrustful, so naive be chosen to do Overhaul's personal paperwork?

Whatever they are, Shin doesn't trust them. Heck, he doesn't really trust anyone. But this L/N person just takes the cake, tugging through all of the red flags.

He never heard a word from this Y/N. All he hears from them were short replies and mostly kept to themselves. They don't participate in physical combat, all they do was to stand around and follow Overhaul like his very own body guard. How can this lanky figure be Overhaul's body guard? He once saw them struggle to carry a riffle, there's no way that this second-rate is his equal.

There was a time they were the one who reported the plan to him, instead of boss. It was supposed to be the other way around. Shin was supposed to be the one who should know the plan first, not this new recruit.

What do they have that he doesn't? They certainly don't have that he has. His sharp wits, his loyalty, his worth to the Shiee Hassaikai. All they have is the ability to stand close to Overhaul. Shin can do better and he can assure that Overhaul's safety is guaranteed.

He doesn't even know what their quirk is. No one seems to know what their quirk works. Heck, they don't even know if you have one or not.

But why did Overhaul seems to trust you? The way you rise through the ranks was suspicious. A worthless sacrificial pawn turned to a major piece of the game. How can that be possible?

Shin knows Overhaul best, he knew that he wouldn't recruit such... Such vixen such as them.

"They must be seducing him."

No, that isn't possible. He knows Overhaul doesn't care with such feelings, he can resist such temptations... Especially if they were to look like you.

His distaste towards you was awfully visible and he doesn't even bother to hide it. But here was the question to him;

Were they truly distasteful? Or is he just... Jealous?

Before he can ponder for the answer to that question, he felt a finger tapping against his shoulder. He glanced at the source and immediately frowned under his mask.
Speak of the devil.

"Boss told me to get you to his office, immediately."

There you stood, a few inches shorter than he is. Harmless and defenceless, less difficult to kill. He doesn't understand why someone like you is qualified to be Overhaul's secretary, or body guard, whatever you are. Heck, he's wondering how you managed to join the Yakuza in general.

"Are you just going to stand there and make the boss wait?" If looks can kill, he could've had you begging for salvation as he kills you, as he makes you wish you were never born.

"I don't how you manage to be the Boss' assistant, bodyguard, secretary, whatever you are, you can't boss me around. Only Overhaul can do that." He hissed through gritted teeth.

"Then quit making him wait. If you're loyal to him, then follow me. I'm just doing my job as his secretary." You calmly shot back at the masked man, as you were about to turn away, when his fist barely brushed your face and hit the wall to prevent you from leaving.

"I don't know why boss would recruit some whore like you. Don't forget that you're just his assistant." You can't tell what his looks were- you never ever saw them anyways- but by judging his tone, he was probably killing you in his thoughts.

However, your expression was visible to him, and he doesn't like what he was seeing. You were calmer, you were unfazed by him.

"You can threaten me all you want, but Overhaul is waiting for you in his office," You calmly stepped to the other direction to step away from his fist on the wall. "I'm just doing my job, and I appreciate it if you make it easier by going to his office immediately. I have other things to do other than dealing with your salty attitude." A glint of irritation was visible in your eyes, slightly narrowed at the bespectacled male.

Hating that you were right, he begrudgingly responded by storming off. Oh, how he would love to humiliate you in front of Overhaul one day.

"I want you to assist L/N while I leave. I'll leave them in charge in the Shiee Hassaikai, and I want you to serve as their assistant."

Did his ears deceived him?

"B-but sir-"

"Is there something unclear to what I said, Nemoto?" Shin shrunk on his seat, shocked to what he has to do. He simply shook his head, averting his concealed gaze from his employer's. "Good. I want you to start tomorrow. I'll be heading out with Chrono and Mimic tomorrow and we will be gone for... A month."

"Are you sure?" Overhaul looked at the other male with a raised brow. He urged Nemoto to continue his statement with a nod. "Are you sure you want to leave... L/N, as our leader, sir?" He manage to speak their name without sounding jealous.

"Yes. I trust L/N's judgement, and you should, too." Overhaul spoke. "You're dismissed, close the door in your way out."

Seemingly calm, Nemoto left the office. Silent as a mouse on the outside, raging like a God in the inside. As he was closing the door, he spots you from the corner of his eye, carrying a cup of coffee, with Rappa hot on your heels.

"I CHALLENGE YOU TO A FIGHT!"

"I'm occupied with a pile of to-do's for boss, maybe some other time." You flatly responded, uninterested to what he had in mind.

Shin's blood instantly boiled at the sight of you, his fists dangling in his sides were severely trembling as you approached.

"Hi, thank you for complying." You dryly smiled at him, as if the predicament from awhile ago didn't happen. "Is boss in there?" You tiped head towards the door of Overhaul, asking Nemoto.

He just can't believe you. Daring to be this "friendly" to him after you took Overhaul's trust and Shin's place as the most special part of the Shiee Hassaikai. If Overhaul's leaving with both Chrono and Mimic, he should be in charged. Not you, not anyone, only him.

He has the capacity to lead, while all you do was to fetch coffee and scrub the floors for Overhaul. How could you possibly be the leader?

"Is there something wrong?" You asked, waving a hand on his face.

In a flash, your collar was forcefully grabbed, your back pushed against the wall, the coffee you held spilled everywhere, while Rappa just stood there.

There was a visible tension between the two of you, it would be cut by a knife. His concealed gaze was focused on you, but it was severely penetrating you. And yours did the same, but you seem unfazed by the certain predicament at hand. You were concerned for the coffee that spilled rather than this salty human being in a bird's mask.

"Ooh~ spicy," Rappa winked, before proceeding to turn his back. "I'll leave ya to it, then~ have fun~"

"You listen here, you second-rate-" he snarled. You were quite thankful that he was wearing his mask, otherwise you would be showered. "I don't know what you're doing to get Overhaul in your pocket, but it's distasteful! You're probably using your quirk on him to control him."

You glared at him, attempting to pry his hands off your nicely pressed, now ruined shirt, when he slammed you against the wall.

"Don't you dare move." He growled. "I'll gladly pound you on the wall if you ever do anything wrong, got that?" He demanded. Even without being armed, he came off as menacing...

But did that stopped you from doing this stunt? You did not. Were you glad to do that stunt? Absolutely.

With a challenging gaze, you pressed yourself against him with a smirk. The clueless Yakuza stared at you in shock, but it wasn't visible with that mask of his. You lifted your legs up to his, while you pressed your forehead against the surface of his mask, where you caught a glimpse of his rich, ocean blue eyes (?)

With a sheer amount of temptation in your voice, your rich velvety voice, monotone, yet elegant, you whispered to his ear, "Well then, I say forth as Betty White: Don't be gentle."

Your palm caressed his concealed face, before pressing your lips to where his should be. The man was a stiff as a board, very still and silent. If you were to see his face, he was probably red under his mask... And oh, how you desperately want to see that face of his submitting to you.

He was shocked and stiff. His grip on your collar grew weaker and weaker, enough for you to break free from his tight bounds. Your lips finally separated from "his", smirking in delight. It was when you finally broke free when he came into realization that you were no longer there. He even tipped his head forward to catch your lips once more, but your back was turned away from him.

"It's your choice whether you choose to speak about this or not, I personally prefer if we do." You waved you hand above your head, as you walk out. "I'm going out to fix the mess you caused. If you need, you can call me up or something."

And after that one exchange, he couldn't seem to stop thinking about you. A part of him was disgusted of your touch, a part of him yearned for your touch... He yearned for that soft skin against his and he hates it. His eye twitched under his mask, his fingers doing the same thing. His shoulders shook.

He reddened under his mask to what would happen if it ever escalated. A growl erupted from his throat, before he stormed off to an opposite direction.

I'm still unsure whether I should write Pt. 2 because report card showing is tomorrow and I might not see my phone because my grades-

R E E E

I feel like a failure and I want to get my life straight.