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how bitter goodbye is
âż ~) synopsis: finals are arriving, and you can't help but notice how distant your boyfriend is being.
âż ~) taglist/warnings: college! au, modern! au, fake texts, jjk smau, female! reader, mentions of drinking, angst!, begging, implied relationship, cheating, (i am just goign to go ahead and put this here. i do NOOOOOOOOOT condone cheating what so ever!, aged up characters, cursing, mentions of the spicy tango, i thinkkkk that is all.
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# TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH . . .
an itoshi rin social media au by yuzurins
ጠsynopsis â all you wanted was a peaceful and productive uni life, but despite your pleas, your plans start crumbling when the star of the football team, itoshi rin, begins to beat you in every aspect possible. as you confront the inevitable, what happens when you uncover secrets behind an unforgettable event from the past?
pairing â itoshi rin x f!reader (she/they)
genre â social media au, academic rivals to lovers, university au, fluff + contains angst, slow burn, drama, crack disclaimers â timestamps donât rlly matter (unless stated), crude language, cringe attempt at humour, mentions of alcohol, kms/kys jokes, pictures used in icons and posts are not mine you â light mode â rin â dark mode
status â ongoing (08/20/23) no set schedule
profiles
# our big family â¤ď¸ | # ut football exclusives
chapters (â -> written portion)
i. have we met before
â 01 â itâs unfair
â 02 â why does it matter
â 03 â life isn't real
â 04 â strangers with memories (â)
â 05 â neighbours?
â 06 â worst luck (â)
â 07 â you're being jealous (â)
â 08 â dense
â 09 â arts project
â 10 â rin (1) has joined!
â 11 â a small world, after all
â 12 â meeting, number three? (â)
â 13 â favour from a hater
â 14 â missing
â 15 â meddle about
â 16 â a predicament
â 17 â meet me at the fair (â)
â 18 â i canât do this anymore
â 19 â the only one available
â 20 â change of heart
ii. the story of us
â 21 â trip to the past
â 22 â welcome, manager!
â 23 â concern (â)
â 24 â homework help
â 25 â a player
â 26 â accident
â 27 â drifting
â 28 â we're dating
â 29 â i don't get it
â 30 â itâs too late (â)
iii. for lovers who hesitate
â 31 â aftermath
â 32 â from the beginning
â 33 â coffee
â 34 â mario party
â 35 â bad news
â 36 â isagiâs feelings
â 37 â straightforward
â 38 â a late revelation (â)
â 39 â confrontation (â)
â 40 â high school crush
â 41 â rinnie
â 42 â lunch breaks
â 43 â parasite (â)
â 44 â cooking up karma
â 45 â friend group!
â 46 â sore loser (â)
â 47 â spoiled
â 48 â cherry blossoms
â 49 â cuddles
â 50 â a heartwarming surprise
â 51 â official
iv. epilogue
notes â my first smau :0 thank u sm to souta, ei, rika and xue for helping me and making me feel validated when making decisions :â) inspired by @idlerin + @tobiosmilktea !! check them out cuz their smaus are super fun to read <3 updates may be irregular once i get back to school but iâm excited to go on this journey ^_^ thank you for reading !!
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does anyone know what happens to the main blog of a side blog if the side blog gets nuked??
some people made a mix-up with reporting a scammer and now i'm scared đđ
erm okay so lesson learned, dont trust randoms and have MFA on...
does anyone know what happens to the main blog of a side blog if the side blog gets nuked??
some people made a mix-up with reporting a scammer and now i'm scared đđ

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Iwaizumi Hajime intimidating your Daughterâs boyfriend the first time they meet âfluff
Oikawa vers. here Kageyama vers. here
âWho are you?â Iwaizumi raises his eyebrows, not impressed by the awkward Teenager on the other side of the Front Door, who currently holds a bouquet of Flowers.
âUhâŚTakumi. Iâm y-your Daughterâs Boyfrie-â
âBoyfriend?!â He shouts into the house, âHoney, thereâs some Delinquent at the Door, wanting to be Shioriâs Boyfriend.â
You walk towards the Front Door where your Husband is leaning against the Door frame, obviously opposing the Boy.
Your eyes widen and you gasp, âYou must be Takumi! Come in, come in! Shioriâs room is right upstairs, you can go right through.â You take him by the arm, gently pulling him inside the House.
âWait, wait, wait,â Your husband turns around to face you two again, his arms crossed across his chest, now standing in the way between the stairs and the Door.
âWhat did you say was your name again?â
You let out a deep sigh at Iwaizumiâs tone. Rude.
âDarlingâŚ,â you begin but Iwaizumi stops you gently.
âNo, no. Lemme talk to him real quick. So?â
The boy blushes softly and stammers, âOh, uhmâŚT-Takumi, Sir. Shirabu Takumi.â
Iwaizumi lets out a snort, earning a sharp glance from you. He clears his throat, âWhere do you go to school?â
âShiratorizawa, Sir.â
âShiratorizawa? What a geek.â
âYou just called him a Delinquent, Honey,â you whisper.
He shakes his head. âWhatever. So, how did you meet my Daughter?â
âOh, that was at the Volleyball tournament,â the boy fiddles nervously with his zipper.
âYou play Volleyball? What position?â
âSetter, Sir.â
Iwaizumi only grunts as an answer, then stepping to the side, âSheâs upstairs. No closed Doors. And absolutely no touching.â
You clear your throat and gently pull Takumi away from the Door and Iwaizumi. âHere you go, sweetie. Just walk upstairs, ignore the grump, please.â
Takumi nods obediently, âThank you, Maâm,â and makes his way upstairs.
As soon as heâs out of sight, you turn around, âWhat are you thinking?! Scaring that poor boy! Hajime, heâs sixteen!â
âYes, exactly! Sixteen year old boys are porn addicted assholes who just wanna-â
âHaji, youâre spiraling. Everything is going to be okay,â you press a soft kiss to his cheek, then his lips, making him melt into you.
Maybe everything was going to be okay.
And at least that guy plays volleyball, right?
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a/n: English isnât my first language, criticism is welcomed but please be nice. Likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! Do not steal or copy my work.
n: Dilf Iwaizumi đ¤¤đ¤¤ // idk where Timeskip!Iwaizumi lives, but letâs pretend he moved back to Miyagi lol. Also, obviously the boy is Shirabuâs son. I love Shirabu.
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canât a girl just want to be in a throuple with two old men
dear future husband
synopsis: when you were fifteen, you wrote love letters to a fake address. at twenty eight, you received a reply.
pairing: pro hero!eijirou kirishima x quirkless lawyer!reader
warnings: explicit sexual content eventually, mdni. fluff (with a little angst) mentions of workplace exploitation, quirk discrimination. this chapter is plot heavy
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a/n: this one is a good bit of world building! more exchanging of letters will happen next chapter i think, but for now we get to learn more about reader and kiriâs lives now đ
"shit."
you look down at your desk and realize that your coffee mug has been sitting on some case files for quite some time. you quickly try to pick it up, but the damage was already done. a brown ring of your chai latte was already air-drying on the paper much to your dismay.
"hey yuma, can you please reprint the hashima case files?" you call out loud, and instantly the pink haired woman was peeking around your door. "yes!" she replies with a prompt efficiency, but you can tell she was lingering. you take a deep sigh. "âŚyes, yuma?"
she has a kicked puppy dog look to her face, glossed lips pulled into a frown. "i want to keep apologizing for that asshole i put you on a date with," she wails. "i swear if i knew he was a quirkist weirdo i would've never even talked to himâlet alone set you guys up!" her face looked a lot more frantic now. you give her a small smile. despite her overkill personality, you knew she was a sweet girl and didn't act in malice.Â
"i know you didn't know, yuma. don't worry, okay?" you wave her off, and she sulks away in retreat, fetching your request. she still seems upset by the whole ordeal, which you do feel bad about, but it wasn't the most pressing thing on your plate right now. it's been whole three weeks since you had not only had the worst date ever, but also received that⌠letter.
okay, it's possible you were avoiding dealing with it. in your defense, you got dropped with a larger case that was taking a lot of time to research. a hero and support technology company by the name of hashima ltd, to be specific. a rival to detnerat, they prided themselves in their 'new ventures' opportunity program that helped hire more quirkless individuals in every sector of their company. the program picked the most eligible graduates out of university and ultimately led to hashima having the most decorated young hires. it made national news. you remember how happy you were to see that some corporations did care and opted for diversity and inclusion despite the social pushback from quirk supremacists. so much for that, you thought.Â
you stare at the name at the top of your ruined papers, thinking about your initial meeting.
kami tsurugi was sat in front of you, teary-eyed. she was working for hashima for only eight months and in that short time she had poured everything into her first official hero tech: the "aegis frame". it was a modular exoskeleton designed for pro-heroes to have over their suits. the gear was supposed to be revolutionary with its invisible neo-material plating, real-time villain detection, and intelligent life-support systems that could keep a hero functioning even after taking catastrophic damage.
kami had been the lead mechanical engineer.
âthey praised me in every meeting,â she told you with her voice cracking. âthey said having a quirkless designer lead a project proved the new ventures program worked. no one had thought of the tech on aegis frame before me,â her hands twisted nervously in her lap. âbut then field tests started failing and suddenly it was all my fault.â
you had listened as she described the slow sabotage she endured from budget cuts to key safety redundancies quietly removed from her designs. the credit for the idea of the aegis frame went to her seniors who had quirks while she was left holding the blame for every malfunction. two pro-heroes, fatgum and real steel, had already been badly injured upon usage. real steel was still in critical care because the aegis frameâs shielding glitched under high quirk output, melting the material onto his steel body and fusing them together. you remember when you heard the news of this happening, and little was known of who had caused this to happen at hashima.
with this, they started to quietly try to bury her. they had offered a pitiful severance and a glowing reference if she signed an nda and disappeared. when she hesitated, they threatened to leak that she was the reason famed hero fatgum's agency received the faulty tech.
"i did the math, miss. i'm telling you, someone changed my blueprints and sent out the wrong tech on purpose. but i have no way to prove it," a tear rolls down her face as she looks down. "my family relies on my income. i don't know who to go to." she looked up at you again, this time, her eyes filled with sadness. "i saw what you did for that quirkless elementary teacher. i beg of you, please help me." your heart clenches tightly. you reach over the coffee table, giving her hands a reassuring squeeze. "kami, we will make your voice heard. trust me."
you recall the way her shoulders trembled when she finally stood up to leave that day, the only thing left behind was her original work on a usb and some of her old notes.Â
kami tsurugi was barely twenty four. you could tell she was a sharp-minded and soft-spoken young girl, the kind of person who still believed hard work could outweigh her quirkless status just like you do. watching her walk out of your office with that fragile hope in her eyes had made your promise feel grave. it was unfortunate you saw a lot of yourself in her.
now that promise sat soaked in your coffee.
yuma finally returned with the fresh copy, placing them gently on the corner of your desk. her eyes flick to the old coffee-stained ones, then to you deep in thought.
"everything okay?â she asks, concerned.
you nod tiredly. "yeah, it's okay. i just know this case is gonna be a long one. thank you." she lingers for a second longer, but when you donât say anything else, she offers a small smile and quietly closes the door behind her.
eijirou kirishima was not by nature someone who acted "childish".
it was oftentimes that he simply couldn't be, given his friends were usually the ones to act immaturely while he just shook his head and moved on. denki kaminari and sero hanta had a tendency to assume the roles of thing one and thing two, dumb and dumber, whatever other comedic dynamic duo you could think of. mina ashido was mostly an instigator, she loved riling up anyone and everyone contradictory to her cutesy girl demeanor. and finally his best friend katsuki bakugou, better known as dynamight. his hotheaded temper was enough to last him an eon.Â
he was okay being somewhat of the negotiator of the friend group. the one whos "got it together".
so admittedly, when he and his friends were at dinner and he complained for the billionth time about how his mystery girl hadn't sent him a reply back, katsuki lost it.
"can you shut the fuck up! oh my god, that's all you talk about these days," he barks out. mina swats the cranky hero upside the head, scolding him.
"stop being a dick!"
"i will pour my drink all over your hair if you hit me again."
"do you have a death wish?" she snarks out.
she chooses to ignore the seething pomerian and turns to face him. "kiri, listen. you did say she had the choice to not respond," she reasons with him sweetly, a sad smile on her face.Â
he sighs with a whine. "i knoooow. i'm just so bummed out," he plays with a soggy fry, drowning it in ketchup. "i feel like she's probably such a cool girl," he sighs.
"or she could be a greasy old scammer fishing for emotional blackmail money."Â
mina throws denki a glare as him and sero snicker amongst themselves. "you guys are being so mean! let kiri be a yearner," she yells at all of them, making the table hush. "okay but like, if she was real, wouldn't she want to reply back already?" sero points out.
the red head falls into his thought train again. well, yeah. if she was interested, she would have sent a letter. ideally he wouldn't have been so hung up about missing a shot with a girl, but he had a gut feeling about this for some reason.
"maybe she's just busy." everyone turns to bakugou, who was the last person any of them expected to weigh in on this rationally. "she said she was a lawyer. employed people aren't exactly playing fuckin' pen pals."Â
mina bursts into a wide grin. "yeah! see?" she says triumphantly, waving a hand in his direction. "sheâs probably swamped with work. a big girlboss lawyer that doesnât check her mail every day."
kirishimaâs face lights up a little at the support. âyeah, she alluded that she works with quirk discrimination cases and deals with heavy shit on the daily. i probably shouldnât be whining about her not replying yet," he says, scratching the back of his neck. denki slurps his drink loudly. âi'm still stuck on the fact she ghosted you over snail mail. after you poured your manly, manly heart out,â he throws a hand on his forehead like a damsel in distress, sighing exaggeratedly.
âit wasnât that dramatic,â kirishima blanches, cheeks tinting slightly red.
before anyone can tease him further, sero leans forward, suddenly more serious. ânot to kill the vibe or anything, but howâs the agency been holding up, man? with fat gum and tetsutetsu both still out, you guys must be drowning.âÂ
kirishimaâs expression fades a bit. âit's been rough,â he admits. âfat gumâs doing way better, but heâs still on leave for at least another month. tetsutetsu's in way worse shape though. theyâre still trying to safely remove the fused pieces of that damn aegis frame from his arms and torso. the doctors said the material bonded weird with his quirk. he might be out for three or four months minimum.â
minaâs expression softens. âthatâs so awful, kiri. i saw the news clips, it looked painful.â
âit sucked to be there and witness it,â kirishima says quietly. âthe rest of us are picking up the slack. fat gum's having me lead all of his patrols and sitting in on agency meetings i used to never touch. donât get me wrong , iâm happy to do it. but dude⌠itâs a lot. we were already short-staffed as it is, and the commission keeps pushing for more visible presence since the accident made headlines.â
bakugou grunts, arms crossed. âone shitty piece of gear and suddenly the whole agencyâs crumbling.â
âyeah,â kirishima sighs. âweâve been told to be extra cautious with any new support equipment for now. a lot of heroes are side-eyeing anything that came out of hashima recently, since aegis frame was their gear." mina perks up. "oh yeah, my agency sent out a message about gear too!"
denki whistles. âmystery girl's the least of your problems right now, pal.â kirishima lets out a snort, running a hand through his hair. âtell me about it.â
the conversation gradually lightens again as the group finishes their meals, the usual banter returning. after they pay the bill and file out of the restaurant into the cool evening air, mina gives him a big hug.
âtry not to overwork yourself, okay? and if mystery girl writes back, you better text me asap!â she says with a wink.
âwill do,â kirishima promises, smiling.
denki and sero say their goodbyes and head off together toward the train station. mina waves and disappears into her own car with a cheerful ânight guys!â
that leaves him and bakugou, walking toward the parking lot where bakugouâs sleek black camaro is parked. since they both lived in kyomei building, they often carpooled after group hangouts.
the drive starts off quiet, the city lights flashing past as bakugou navigates the streets with one hand on the wheel. kirishima stares out the passenger window, watching the blur of buildings.
after a few minutes, bakugou breaks the silence, voice gruff as usual.
âyou really fuck with this lawyer chick?â
kirishima glances over, a little surprised. bakugou rarely brought up conversations like this, and it was evident he was annoyed with all mentions of her from the beginning.
âi don't know,â he admits. âi guess it was interesting to hear about someone who sees the hard parts of the world.â
bakugou huffs. âdonât get your hopes too high. people are usually disappointing.â
kirishima chuckles softly. âyeah, maybe. but iâve got a feeling about her.â
the car falls quiet again, the low vrring of the engine filling the space. kirishima leans his head back against the seat, exhaustion from the extra shifts finally settling into his bones. between the increased workload at the agency and the hope that mystery girl would write back, his mind felt unusually full these days.
bakugou didnât say anything else for the rest of the short drive, but that was fine. for kirishima, his best friendâs silent presence was comforting enough.
when you returned back to your apartment and set down your bag on the kitchen nook, your eye catches on the opened cream letter that had been there since you got it. you wanted to walk past like you have been doing, but today the envelope seemed to glow under the warm light of your pendant lamp.Â
you kicked off your black work heels, pouring yourself a glass of cold green tea instead of wine this time and finally sat down with it in hand at your desk. you knew the words by heart at this point.
dear mystery girlâŚ
your thumb brushed over the peculiar handwriting. you wanted to giggle at the little faces at the end of his sentences. they reminded you of your doodles you used to do on your old letters in high school. it was disarming to say the least, the way you were equally curious about him.
you pulled out a blank sheet of stationery from your old collection and stared at the empty page for a long time, pen in hand.
what the hell do you even say to the man you accidentally trauma-dumped to?
with a sharp inhale, your fingers moved before your brain could talk you out of it.
kirishima nearly dropped his protein shake when he checked his mailbox that friday evening post-gym run. he knew the way your stationery looked given he's read your letter exactly forty-two times since he received it. his heart did a stupid flip as he took the elevator to his apartment. once he was inside, he tore the envelope open with way more enthusiasm (and care!) than a grown pro hero should have, and sat on his couch.
his grin was so wide it actually hurt his cheeks. he read the letter twice on the couch, then once more while standing in his kitchen cooking dinner, and then a fourth time while sprawled across his bed like a teenage girl. the stationery smelled faintly like daisies and something aromatic, maybe her perfume or just the scent of her apartment? he didnât care. it was perfect.
âmanly,â he muttered to himself after pumping a fist once and catching how ridiculous he looked. âreal manly. okay, chill, eiji.â
he stood up, stretched his arms overhead until his shoulders popped and then sat down at the small desk in the corner of his living room. he uncapped a pen and started writing nearly immediately.Â
did anyone feel the krbk moment there...
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shoko loves to suck on ur tits MDNI 18+
not everyone would believe you if you told them, but your girlfriend can be a huge brat. like right now for instance, when you're on the phone, and shoko is sucking on your tits.
and it's not as if she was already doing it and you had to pick up the phone. no, she knew you were taking a phone call. she decided to walk up to you and yank down your shirt and bra in one swift motion.
now âwithout any hesitation â she is sat in your lap sucking on your boob. the other is cupped in her cold hand as she sucks hard on the nipple in her mouth, obviously trying to elicit a reaction from you.
you are going to kill her. she knows how weak you get for her when she does this, how loud you get. you cover the microphone of your phone as you move it away from your face. "sho, i have to pay attention to this."
the glimmer in her eyes gets brighter. with a quick bite to your nipple she pulls away to say "so pay attention baby, i'm not talking." you try to respond, but shoko delivers a squeeze to the breast in her hand that has you scrunching your brow. it takes effort to put the phone back up to your ear and try your hardest to ignore the ministrations of your girlfriend.
but shoko has a goal here, and she hasn't gotten what she wants just yet. just as you open your mouth to respond to whoever you're so focused on, shoko sucks hard and then bites â just as hard â on the underside of your breast.
"yes sirâ aahhnn." you freeze. shoko smirks and then switches to your other breast, lathing her tongue from your underboob to the top of your boob, and starts the motions of leaving a hickey there.
you hang up immediately, and yeah, your boss hates you a little bit now.
shoko has quite the afternoon in store for you to make it up to you (so you'll be able to forget about that for a while.)
ehehehe @blueberrycandymuffin for u mootie
could this be smuttier. yes. do i know what to write to get it there? no. all good man i'll get tghere one day
ok what other things should i make w shoko...
and for the lady, perhaps a devout knight?
the art of overlooking
synopsis: ryomen s. itadori realizes his secretary deserves more.
pairing: boss!ryomen itadori x secretary!fem reader.
warnings: explicit sexual content, mdni. workplace misogyny (not from sukuna). mentions of cunnilingus. you get drunk af
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fic fanart here and here by @st0ners4cho! | headcanon
you are on: i miss (3)
wc: ~6.2k (you're getting fed.)
a/n: it's 5am and i will be passing out. got beta read by ivy at around 4k but after that it was all me so apologies if the rest sounds incoherent or smth đ anyways everyone clap and thank me for going on a generational run of writing nonstop for almost seven hours. i love him so bhad #him&i đŤŚ
âď¸ this chapterâs vibe: - bathroom bitch by holychild - somethin' stupid by frank and nancy sinatra - $ex appeal by baby keem - be my baby by the ronettes
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The drive to work was a blur, to say the least. A quick shower and hasty dressing later, you ended up calling Shoko on the way to try to keep your mind off of it.Â
Unfortunately, you were also a bit of an over-thinker.
âHey, do you know what it means medically if you have like⌠weird dreams?â You hear the woman snort over the bluetooth speakers in your car. âWhat, you had a wet dream or something?âÂ
You blanch, the squeak slipping out of you high pitched. âNo! L-like riding a unicorn⌠while on coke,â The lie was genuinely unbelievable, and you didnât even sound confident to boot. You were pretty sure that Shoko was rolling her eyes.Â
âSure, hon. Weâll go with thatâŚâ she sighs with a half-hearted chuckle.Â
â...not riding anything else,â she murmurs with a lilt in her voice.
âOh my God Shoko, shut up!âÂ
Your face is pure humiliation. âGod forbid I consult a medical professional on my issues,â you retort with a huff.
âYou realize Iâm a general family practitioner and not a shrink, right?â You groan. âYou could at least give me advice instead of making fun of me!â
âWell I mean, it really could just be that you need to get laid. How long has it been again? Six years or somethingââ
âJust because I havenât had a date in eight years doesnât mean I havenât slept with people!â You cut her off before you lose any more dignity. Seriously, how much of a loser did your friends think you were?
the art of overlooking
synopsis: ryomen s. itadori realizes his secretary deserves more.
pairing: boss!ryomen itadori x secretary!fem reader.
warnings: explicit sexual content eventually, mdni. workplace sexual harassment and misogyny (not from sukuna). mentions of depression.
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a/n:
hi guys 𼚠yes this is a little evil to start another fic after not updating my other two that have been sitting for MORE THAN TWO YEARS, but this has been eating away at me and i just had to write it. bear with me this one is going to be longer than iâd like đ also, definitely inspired by every romcom trope ever and whatâs wrong with secretary kim. as always, links are for your immersive experience! and- something new!!!! iâm going to add some songs for each chapter :)
âď¸ this chapterâs vibe: - stupid girl by garbage - angry johnny by poe - crucify by tori amos
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You canât say corporate life was your first choice.
Sure, you studied Business Analytics and Data Science in college. You had a special interest in consulting on creative business strategy. Solving problems that actually meant something. What you didnât envision was running errands for glorified man children in overpriced suits.
You knew it was a possibility to end up working a lower level desk job to gain experience. You took the job because you knew it could lead to more open doors. Onward and upward or something stupid like that.
It just bothers you that somewhere inside your heart you thought you were destined for bigger ventures. You suppose it was wishful thinking in a country that thrives on worker productivity over ingenuity. A 3.9 GPA got your foot in the door but it didnât stop you landing a job you were over-qualified for.
Itadori & Zenin Enterprises was a multi-level corporation that dabbled in a lot of things, all the way from real estate to product management. It was the kind of company that looked massively impressive to outsiders but exhaustive internally.
You had the pleasure of working on the top-most floor, the 42nd suite, designated for the Executive Operations branch. Just a fancy way of saying these men (yes, mostly men) were in charge of overseeing all other branches. You joined freshly out of college, twenty-two years old and bright eyed. Little did you know that this 42-floor building would bleed your soul out slowly over the next seven years of your life.
Itâs five in the morning when you awake to the muffled noise of your phone ringing. You wave a hand around on your nightstand, nearly knocking over your lamp to grab the buzzing thing. Rubbing your bleary eyes to see the caller ID was impossible without your glasses, so you just answer.
You already know who had the audacity of calling you at such an hour.
âYes, Mr. Itadori?â
Accidental imprinting is also soooo tasty because it has the potential for angst if you insist on trying to find a way to undo the imprinting, thinking all the while that this big dumb alpha only wants you because of instinct.
Unbeknownst to you, that big dumb alpha was in love with you even when they thought you were a beta

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