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pairing ┆kenjisato x prof. sato assistant fem!reader ; kenjisato x citizen fem!reader ; kenjisato x positive manifesting fem!reader ; kenjisato x teleportating fem!reader. kenjisato x scar fem!reader
Previously: We Flashbacked to a childhood memory of (Y/N) with Kenji Sato and now she's is currently sitting at her office watching a news updating that Ken Sato will be interviewed at a press conference later that evening.
"Catch an exclusive interview on the new member of the Giants - Ken Sato!."
The Television audio escalated the room of the admin office of a small company that had been watching the interview of Ken Sato. The workers were hyped for the interview.
All but one.
(Y/N) in her favorite (OC/C) sat at her desk across the room of the commotion and scrowled having to listen to the interview regardless of whether she liked it or not. She rolls her eyes and continues typing on her keyboard, rather roughly as her annoyance escalated to her skin.
Immediately, after the crowds cheers on the screen died down and the TV was switched off, (Y/N)'s phone buzzed on her desk, the bright screen lighting up with Ami-Sama's name as the caller ID.
"Hey Ami-Sama. How are you?" (Y/N) answers with high respect for the lady. The lady on the other end of the call, immediately started attacking her with questions rather than normalizing a greeting.
"Tell me something - how did you know Ken Sato's return was due to the loss of his mother? How did you know - When did thi -"
"I thought we came to an agreement that asking where my information came from was never to be asked." (Y/N) cut her off immediately.
"I'm asking because you have given me such personal... confidential information along with possible proof, unless you're a close relative or something of his or..."
Ami pauses slightly and whispers to the phone,
"Are you a childhood sweetheart that's been stalking him for all this while? I mean, you guys did go to the same elementary school. "
"You're getting in over your head." (Y/N)'s eyes twitched, almost disgusted, "I'd have a better time marrying a Kaiju than running after him."
"Alright Alright."
Ami laughed,
"I'm just pulling your leg. But what do I say if the boss asks? I can't be giving him the 'anonymous' excuse all the time you know."
"That's your problem. Not mines."
"C'mon (Y/N)!"
"Well," (Y/N)'s nose scrunched a little irritated, " Then just state it was your gut feeling after much research. Simple as that."
"Lame. But You're good with excuses."
"Very. To be honest this is one of the very few press conferences that he actually going to show up at. So make sure to get the most outta him if you want."
"You're telling me to go in right at the start with the info I have?"
Ami's voice perked stunned through the call,
"Aren't you the one who tells me I'm too forward?"
" Knock yourself out with him." (Y/N) responded monotonously, before grumbling inaudibly, "I need some answers too."
"What was that?"
"Nothin," (Y/N) sighed heavily, "I know you're not calling me for something so trivial. Is there any problem?"
"Kind of,"
Ami sighs with a little chuckle,
"My mom went for a check up today and I got to attend the press conference and afterwards I have a private interview scheduled with Ken Sato."
"Oh wow." (Y/N) smirked with a dark anticipation, " I can only imagine how his reactions going to be once he realizes you're a Tigers fan."
"I mean it is my job. It doesnt matter who i root for."
Ami laughed and further explains her purpose for the call,
"Anyways I wanted to know if you could pick my kid when you're getting Riku and Rin and fetch my mom as well."
"Sure. I'll pick the kids and Aunt up after work." (Y/N) looks to her watch on her hand and back at the paper work that just got dumped on her desk, "Let me know when your interview ends."
"Thanks, (Y/N)" Ami smiles a sigh of relief, "You're a life saver."
"Laters." (Y/N) smiled before hanging up as her facial expressions dropped to creases of tiredness as she phoned another number.
"Hi (L/N)!"
A cheerful elderly man's voice rang in her ears,
"How are you?"
"In a bit of a pickle, Professor Sato," (Y/N) rubs her neck with a tired smile, " I gotta pick my friend's kid and mom up with the little ones so I won't be able to come in tonight."
"No problem. No problem."
Professor Sato smiles,
"I understand. Get some rest (L/N).
"Yes . Also don't forget to take your medicine at 6." (Y/N) smiles sadly but the old man chuckles.
"I know. I know. I will. I'll see you tomorrow then. We need to retract the settings on the alarms and relocate. The current area is safe for today so like I said you are to take rest."
"Okay. Thank you Profess-"
BOOM!
A loud bang erupted through the office, causing (Y/N) to juggle her phone and slam it down her desk as a neatly attired broad shouldered man, kicked open his cabin door and stood with a furious expression.
"(Y/N) (L/N)! IN MY CABIN! NOW!" His eyes bloodshot with anger, his jaws clenched shut as he grit teeth. A stack of paper in his hands crinkled in his grasp.
"Itadakimasu" A cheer of thanking erupted in the (L/N) house.
The kitchen was aglow with the warm hues of the setting sun, casting a golden radiance upon the polished wooden table. The air was infused with the tantalizing aroma of simmering spices and sizzling meats, creating a mouthwatering symphony that danced through the senses. Plates adorned with an array of delectable dishes were meticulously arranged, their colors vibrant and enticing. The roasted chicken glistened with a lacquered sheen, its skin crispy and crackling. Beside it, a mountain of creamy mashed potatoes beckoned with their velvety smoothness, while a medley of steamed vegetables offered a burst of freshness.
Seated around the table, (Y/N) found herself in the company of her younger siblings. Oda, a brooding teenager of fifteen, appeared lost in another world as he donned his headphones, the music enveloping him in a cocoon of detachment. His disheveled (H/C) hair fell across his eyes, obscuring his distant gaze. Meanwhile, the twins, Riku and Rin, aged seven, exuded boundless energy as they chattered animatedly about their adventures at school. Their cherubic faces were adorned with wide smiles, their (E/C) eyes twinkling with innocent curiosity.
"We had alot of fun today!" Rin cheered happily, clapping her hand as she told the stories of their school activities of the day, "We did drawings and learnt how to write the different Kanas today! Then Teacher (T/N) played some games and she read 'Chi's Sweet Home' with us!"
"''Chi's Sweet home?'" (Y/N) blinked almost amazed, "I remember that back in elementary school. I didn't think they'd have that still in the curriculum..."
"Our teacher made us sing a song today!" Riku chimed, his (E/C) sparkling excitedly, a bit of roasted chicken smeared his cheek "Teacher (T/N) said one day I'm going to be a super star because I have an amazing voice!"
"Really now," (Y/N) chuckled, wiping his face with a handkerchief, "That's great."
"Oda! Oda!" Riku turned to his older brother, "Do you wanna hear the song Teacher (T/N) made us sing!?"
Oda was lost in his own world as he ate his food with his earphones on, his eyes fixated on the plate he ate from.
As the conversation swirled and intertwined only to stop at a complete halt, (Y/N) couldn't resist the mischievous urge that tugged at her. With a swift and stealthy movement, she reached out and playfully tugged at Oda's headphones, disrupting his sonic reverie. A look of annoyance flickered across his face, his brows knitting together in a momentary scowl. The music abruptly ceased, leaving a void that was filled with a palpable tension.
"Onee-chan!" Oda grumbled, his voice tinged with irritation, "Give them back!"
"No devices at the dinner table. I thought I said last night."
"You say it every night, Nee-chan!" Rin giggled cheekily.
Undeterred by his icy demeanor, (Y/N) pressed on, determined to bridge the growing chasm between them. With a gentle smile, she asked, "You came home rather late. How was school today, Oda?"
"The usual. Boring. Annoying and Loud.
"Right..." (Y/N) smiled uneasy. His response was curt and devoid of enthusiasm, as if he couldn't be bothered to engage in the conversation. A wave of disappointment washed over (Y/N), but she refused to let it dampen her spirits.
"I kinda wish I was back in high school. I got one heck of a lecture today," (Y/N) shared the details of her own day, "I accidently forgot to submit two files to the board of directors. The manager wasn't happy at all.
But he's never ever happy so it doesn't really make a difference. But I think he was more mad because the directors yelled at him for not checking the documents before I submitted. I have to work a couple of weekends again though."
Her words filled the space, floating in the air like delicate bubbles, only to be met with Oda's disinterested sigh, as he clenched clapped his hands in ending his dinner, his (E/C) eyes being overshadowed by his hair.
"Whatever. I'm going to bed."
"You're not gonna watch the Ken Sato interview?"
"I'll watch it in my room. Good night."
"Nights..." ( Y/N) whispered softly.
Meanwhile, the twins, blissfully unaware of the growing tension between their elder brother and sister, reveled in their own world of innocence and wonder. They giggled and playfully teased each other, their laughter like sparkling raindrops that washed away the heaviness that hung in the air. Their eyes shimmered with pure joy, their faces radiant with the glow of youth.
Silently, (Y/N) analyzed the scene before her. The contrasts were stark - the quiet brooding of Oda juxtaposed against the unbridled joy of the twins. The air crackled with unspoken words, emotions building like a gathering storm. But in that fleeting moment, as the clinking of cutlery and the murmurs of conversation filled the room, (Y/N) held onto a glimmer of hope, a belief that amidst the chaos of life, the bonds the family she gave up her dreams to will eventually bear the sweetest fruits in the end of the day.
Riku and Rin were just six - almost seven- years old. They barely understand the what's happening in their own house let alone the world.
As for Oda - he was a teenager now. Fifteen years old and probably complicating himself to understand the world.
Then there was Professor Sato. Whom she had promised her parents to assist with anything should they pass on.
Now the anything, she is assisting he Professor currently is basically everything. From the machines, devices and kaiju analysis to his health and his medications.
And now to his son's stubbornness and Ultraman stats.
Feeling the weight of her impending responsibilities, (Y/N) took solace in the act of nourishing her body. She nibbled at the food on her plate, savoring each morsel as if it held the answers to the questions swirling in her mind. The flavors danced on her tongue, a symphony of textures and tastes that momentarily transported her from the dissonance of the room.
(Y/N)'s phone rang besides her bed as she groggily grabs the phone without even opening her eyes.
"Hello."
"(L/N)! Thank goodness you're awake."
Prof. Sato ironically exclaims. (Y/N) was still half asleep.
"Hey Professor," (Y/N) rubs her eyes tiredly with a yawn from her bed" Whaatsup?"
"(L/N)! I need you to go the abandoned building on Akihariba!"
Professor Sato's elderly voice screeched on the call, rendering (Y/N) deaf on one side ear momentarily.
"Akihariba - got it-" (Y/N) stumbled drousily out of her bed and tapped her watch with blurry vision. A glowing blue screen of a hologram map pops up and she taps a few specific digits. A red dot appears on the screen that beeps before a bright light illuminated the entire room, leaving a burst of digital shards in her position where she was no longer present.
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The city slept and the moon cast its silver glow upon the busy evening streets. The air was filled with an hums of passing vehicles and the occasional loud musics of advertisements of the citys billboards that flashed frantically. In this bubbly urban landscape, the light from (Y/N)'s teleportation shimmered of digital shards in the air as she managed to manifest herself standing at the threshold of an abandoned building, its decaying facade looming before her like a forgotten relic.
During the years she assisted Professor Sato with kaiju tracking devices and technological projects. One of the devices was a teleportation watch which had actually been an accidental success caused by (Y/N). A successful watch that allowed her to jump space at the press of a button.The downside of this watch was that they were not certain as to what created the watch's ability to teleport its user and they were never able to recreate it.
"Alright Professor," (Y/N) arched her back as her feet landed to the ground with her phone at her ear, "I'm here... Akihariba... by the warehouse... what do I need to do?"
As she stepped inside, the darkness engulfed her, broken only by the pale moonlight filtering through shattered windows. The air was heavy with the scent of dampness and decay, as if the building itself held the secrets of a bygone era. The floor creaked beneath her feet, every step echoing through the empty corridors like whispers of forgotten memories.
"I - you - move- the equip-ment - im-im. Ul- Ul- Man's- in - wa-y! You- Crrrrrrrr."
"Urgh bad signal." (Y/N) groaned, her dark circles shadowing tiredness under her eyes. Today was supposed to be a rest day. But oh well. From what she gathered, she was supposed to move the equipment she had stored.
"Might as well get the equipment out. Maybe one of these delinquents are roaming around which is why Professor wants me to move them."
In the center of the dilapidated building, amidst the debris and dust, lay the remnants of her professor's important equipment. Covered with a worn cloth, they appeared like hidden treasures waiting to be discovered. The room seemed frozen in time, it had been abandoned for at least two decades, leaving behind a sense of unfinished business.
Carrying the equipment one by one by her gentle hands into one section of the room. After stacking them on top of one another as she prepared to make a teleportation jump back to her place, a sinking feeling washed over her.
"Crap! I used the teleportation device four times already!" She facepalmed herself, irritatwd towards herself itching her mind as it was already racing with the consequences of this discovery.
The realization striking like a lightning bolt - she couldn't use the teleportation watch more than four times or else the watch will glitch and keep resending her to her current location. And this abandoned building was amidst the city - walking around in plain sight with these high tech equipment would be disaster if the KDF spotted her.
"Let see if I can call the professor to send something over to - what the- "
CRASH!
Just as she was about to inform Professor Sato of the dire situation, a deafening crash and rumble reverberated through the building. The walls trembled and groaned under the weight of their own deterioration as a gigantic human sized figure skid across the buildings surrounding, and inclusive of the the one (Y/N) and the equipment currently occupied. In an instant, chaos erupted as the entire structure began to crumble, disintegrating into a cloud of dust and debris. (Y/N)'s survival instincts kicked in, and with a surge of adrenaline, she sprinted towards the exit, her footsteps pounding against the crumbling floor.
Ultraman groaned in pain as come bricks covered him like ants, and metal asbestos clanked around him as he sat up, unaware of the presence of the running girl and a loud roar erupted through the city.
A Kaiju taller than any of the buildings, it beautiful scales glistening in the moonlight bearing its sharp teeth and the city's giant hero.
"YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! I THOUGHT THE CURRENT AREA WAS SAFE TODAY!" She screeches, seeing the terrifying sight of the Kaiju.
She burst through the doors, stumbling and falling meters away from the collapsing building. Her heart pounded in her chest as she lay there, gasping for breath as she flung herself forward to the ground and covered her head. The sight before her was both devastating and surreal - the once-standing edifice now reduced to a heap of rubble and ruin as Ultraman gets up and continues his fight further away with the Kaiju.
As her eyes surveyed the wreckage, a mix of disbelief, anger, and frustration flickered across her face.
"Great... my life... is absolutely just...great," she mutters taking in deep breathes between her words, blowing her fringe off her face her voice laced with sarcasm.
She rose to her feet, her body trembling with a cocktail of emotions. With clenched fists and a furrowed brow, she began to rant to herself, her words a blend of exasperation as she started screaming her head like a maniac
"Can I go just one day!? ONE DAY WITHOUT DRAMA!? URGHHHH! The equipment! OH MY GOD! Theprofessorsgonnakillme-theprofessorsgonnakillme-hesgonnakillme-gonnakillme!"
A urgent amalgamation of panic and anxiety rushed through her blood as her eyes surveyed the wreckage, a wave of inner grievance for the equipment washed over (Y/N). Her heart raced, and a cold sweat formed on her brow. The sight before her was devastating, and there was no room for amusement amidst the chaos.
Her mind raced with any random excuse she could give to cover up her blunder with the watch. The weight of the situation bore down on her, and her chest tightened with a suffocating sense of despair.The reality of the situation crashed over her like a tidal wave, leaving her feeling helpless and overwhelmed.
Eventually the emotion intensified so much she just gave up, and she released her wrung hands in anguish.
Finally, She claps her hands together and sighs ,calmly.
"Keep it together, (Y/N). There’s absolutely nothing you can do now, (Y/N) and nothing you couldve done." She speaks to herself in a rather cheerful tone, clapping her hands continuously as if she were two separate people, "My mental state is priority. And everyone else is minority! Positivity! Positivity!"
Despite her costant affirmation to herself of the situation she was currently in, she felt a desperate urge to salvage what remained, to fix the irreparable damage she had unintentionally caused.
Unfortunately, it got worse.
KDF helicopters started scouting the damage as they captured the rampaging Kaiju and Ultraman was no where to be seen.
" I really really hate my life!" (Y/N) cursed herself as a white light beamed towards her and instinctively hid under some rumble that covered the equipment and she checks her watch, that lit up the time.
23:45.
'Looks like I have to wait till they leave.' The (H/C) colored girl sighs, sitting down and bringing her knees up to her chin as she hugged her arms around her legs, hiding in the chaos of the city.
authors note | So I really enjoyed writing part 2 - as you can see Y/N is Over stressed and I have given her a high tech watch for teleportation. (We can't be having her like a plain jane with no special skill/ability) please feel free to give feedback - I'm open to criticism as I want to improve :)
switch it up┆ kenji sato claims someone needs an attitude adjustment. shouldn’t he check the mirror for that? what happens when an already overly worked and stressed and breadwinner (Y/N)’s daily routines starts revolving around the famous ken sato?
pairing ┆kenjisato x prof. sato assistant fem!reader ; kenjisato x citizen fem!reader ; kenjisato x positive manifesting fem!reader ; kenjisato x teleportating fem!reader. kenjisato x scar fem!reader
author’s note ┆this is my first ‘character x reader’ so I’m really excited. Also the warnings are for the story itself. Enjoy a little fluff for now. I have a ton of ideas coming up that I might make more than one story hehehe! I’ve seen a lot of fanfics so far and wanted to make mine fanfic more original so hope you guys like it ;)
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story codes ┆for your reading purpose
(Y/N) ◛ Your Name
(L/N) ◛ Your Surname
(S/N) ◛ Your Skin Colour
(H/N) ◛ Your Hair Colour
(S/N) ◛ Your Skin Colour
(OC/ O) ◛ Your office clothes outfit
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The sun of the summer season gently bathed the playground of the elementary school, casting a warm glow on the children who frolicked and played. Among them were a little girl with a thick scarf with a little Ultraman face crochet into the garmet that wrapped around her neck, (Y/N) (L/N), with her (H/C) curls cascading down her back, exuded a sense of innocence and wonder as she sat with a large book against one of the polls of the jungle gym while little Kenji with his spiky hair and mischievous grin, was always energetic with his lot of friends.
“Hey (Y/N)!” Kenji hangs backwards over the jungle bars as (Y/N) looks up with her (E/C) orbs with a pokerface and no response.
‘He’s like a tiny monkey.’ (Y/N) thought, sweatdropping at the way Kenji swayed over her.
“Wanna play Ultraman vs Kaiju!?” Kenji gave a goofy grin.
It was a children’s tag game famous in Japan. One person would be a kaiju, another would be Ultraman and the rest of the kids are civilians. The child designated as Kaiju has to tag another kid to become a civilian, meanwhile the other kid that is tagged will become the next kaiju. The person who is designated Ultraman can save a person from becoming a Kaiju by touching the person before the Kaiju kid touches the civilian kid. And so the process continues till the last Kaiju kid gives up the game.
“No.” (Y/N) huffed, going back to her book hiding her lower face into her scarf, earning a confused face from the boy.
“Why not!?”
“Cause every time we play, I always end up being the Kaiju!” (Y/N) whines displeased from the various prior events where she was pressurized into being the Kaiju. It actually irritated her, considering she was the weakest in athletics so running was never a strong suit.
But there was also another reason. But she refused to enlighten or inform anyone about it. Especially her peers.
“I’m just easy prey.” (Y/N) grumbles softly, her grip getting tighter on each end of the book, adding a complaint afterward, “And you’re always Ultraman! You’re too fast!”
“Pft,” Kenji slides forward to flip off the bars and land on his feet next to the sitting girl. He places both hands on his hips and in a teasing tone he mocks her, “It’s not our fault you’re so slow.”
However, beneath Kenji’s teasing nature, there was a hidden admiration for (Y/N) that he couldn’t quite understand. Perhaps it was her sparkling eyes, like two ethereal pools reflecting the beauty of the world around her.
“Hey Kenji-Kenji!” A group of kids scream across the playground, “C’mon! Bring (Y/N) already to play!”
“She doesn’t wanna play!” Kenji returns a loud response.
“What!?”
The bunch of kids make their way to the girl and boy.
“C’mon (Y/N)!” one of the other kids encouraged (Y/N), “Let’s play!”
“Yeah, (Y/N). Don’t be a spoil sport.”
“Okay! I gotta idea! ” Kenji’s eyes lights up with an idea, “How about you be Ultraman today?”
“Huh?” (Y/N) raises her eyebrows, her eyes darkening as Kenji points to himself and brags.
“Since you don’t wanna be Kaiju and I’m too fast – you’ll be Ultraman!”
“I don’t like that.” (Y/N) mumbles, her (H/C) strands overshadowing her eyes and Kenji scratches his head.
This girl was beyond his understanding.
“Man, you’re really stubborn. You hate Ultraman vs Kaiju that much?” Someone asked, causing a flicker of anger in (Y/N)’s (E/C) colored eyes who shot a disgusted glare.
“I don’t just hate the game, “ (Y/N) slams the book shut and stands up, “I hate Ultraman himself!”
Everyone gasps in shock. Kenji narrows his eyes, a sharp glare piercing directly to (Y/N) whose expression showed no regret on the statement she spat in response.
Kenji’s father being Ultraman, obviously earned a personal attack to the little boy’s family. little Kenji wasn’t taking a liking to it. In matter of fact, everyone didn’t take a liking to it. Surrounding kids who had heard the commotion stopped their games and sided on the Ultraman fans side.
Ultraman was a hero who saved and still protects the city from fierce kajius that wonder and attack the city. The whole city practically adores him.
Except for (Y/N) that is.
One against the rest of the elementary school.
This wasn’t what she wanted.
“How can you not like Ultraman!?” She hears the questions begins to flood, “Ultraman is our hero! He’s the best! You’re a loser!” “Ultraman never did anything wrong!” “She’s just a sore loser cause she doesn’t have super powers!”
‘They don’t know… It’s better that they don’t… They’ll never understand..’ (Y/N) held onto her book in one hand and touched her scarf around her neck unconsciously as her own thoughts echoed her mind. Her little fingers skimmed against the wooly garmet as she took a deep breathe.
Kenji glanced over his shoulder of the Ultraman fans and was actually inwardly curious why someone would hate Ultraman. He knew his dad was the best and he did everything in his power to protect everyone from the Kaijus. In a matter of fact, his attention was being drawn to the scarf around (Y/N)’s neck.
Who the heck wears a winter scarf in the middle of summer? And besides, she was claiming to hate Ultraman despite wearing a souvenir garmet of his.
“Why do you hate Ultraman, (Y/N)?” Kenji asks.
“That’s none of your business.”
“Just tell us.”
“Shut up and leave me alone,” (Y/N) backs away, clenching her book close to her and much to her dismay, Kenji steps forward towards her and gently grabs her scarf.
“If you hate Ultraman, why are you wearing this Ultraman scarf? Gimme the scarf if you don’t want it.” Kenji’s begins pulling it away. (E/C) orbs widened in distress as she felt the piece of clothing slither off her neck and instinctively her hand drops her book to the ground. Her palm slaps a sting and her tiny fingers clenched onto Kenji’s wrist as she begins to panick.
“Leave my scarf!” (Y/N) screams. This made Kenji irritated.
“No I won’t. You say you don’t like Ultraman. You don’t deserve this scarf.”
“Kenji, Leave it!”
“Never!”
This girl made no sense at all. She never made any sense to begun with and the little lotus eyed boy ignores her demand by using his other hand to pull the scarf by force.
Little (Y/N) wasn’t able to hold tight on the tug and as if in slow motion, the scarf waved against the breeze in Kenji’s grasp as (Y/N) fell to the ground at an angle.. Kenji’s eyes were drawn to a large scar that was in view directly in front of him. (Y/N) had a scar that carved into her (S/C) skin, a darker shade than her normal skin, stretching like a river from the side of her neck and disappearing under the back of her shirt, descending along her entire back.
“WHAT IS GOING ON!?” A voice began ascending towards the commotion, one of the teachers coming on duty but there was no response from the children.
They were too stunned to speak. From the noisy commotion that was bustling minutes ago, was now engulfed by silence.
All silent but little (Y/N).
Who was now on the brink of tears. As the salty droplets welled up in her eyes, the magnitude of situation hit her like a tidal wave. She didn’t want anyone to see the scary scar she got from two weeks ago, even so when it was still healing. She felt like a delicate flower trampled upon by the weight of Kenji’s action. In that moment, Sakura’s face crumpled, her rosy cheeks dampened, and her innocent eyes transformed into pools of sadness.
For Kenji, witnessing (Y/N)’s tears was like a punch to the gut. His heart sank, and a heavy cloud of guilt settled over him. He never intended to hurt her so deeply. In that instant, he realized the weight of his sudden action – even if he didn’t understand what the problem was.
“Hey (Y/N),” the teacher worriedly crouch down to the girl, “Are you okay?”
The girl’s only response was a hiccup of her cries as she attempted to hide her scar with her hands. Trying to block it from everyone’s view.
But that wasn’t going to help erase their memory of that scar they saw now. They were definitely going to make fun of her now. Laugh at the ugly scar on her neck and back.
“Catch an exclusive interview on the new member of the Giants – Ken Sato!”
The Television audio escalated the room of the admin office of a small company that had been watching the interview of Ken Sato. The workers were hyped for the interview.
All but one.
(Y/N) in her favorite (OC/C) sat at her desk across the room of the commotion and scrowled having to listen to the interview regardless of whether she liked it or not. She rolls her eyes and continues typing on her keyboard, rather roughly as her annoyance escalated to her skin.
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