CEO!kaoru hanayama x assistant!reader
a/n: part two is finally here!! sorry if iâm late here and there guys my small brain needs to think of where to drive this plotâŚ( âĄĚ_âĄĚ)á¤
The sunlight peeked into your room through the curtains, making you turn away from it instinctively. But you were far from asleep. You had woken up a few hours ago and ever since have been forcing your eyes to close, hoping to finally get some sleep.
Not only did you get home late last night, you spent hours thinking of your little encounter of that night. You had more questions than you did answers. Was Hanayama really a bad person? The thought of working for a
criminal sent shivers down your spine.
Well⌠if you thought about it again, you were a bit oblivious. The man had scars on his face and body for crying out loud, which you never bothered to ask, respecting his privacy. You didnât question many things simply because you didnât want to cross boundaries. Now youâre rethinking if this was a good idea or if you were just too naive.
If he had never explicitly stated that he was one, youâd never thought of him to be a crime boss. Someone so well-mannered, stoic, and quiet as him. More importantly, he was kind. He never mistreated, yelled at, or even insulted you nor did he do that to any of his other employees. Somehow, that made you feel relieved despite everything.
Lucky for you, today was your off day. You could ponder all these thoughts all day if you wanted to. But you didnât. You wanted to distract yourself as much as you can. Making a list of errands, you decided that today will be a work-free day. No talking, doing or even thinking about work; that included your boss, Hanayama Kaoru.
You spent the day exploring every hidden crevice of your city. Parks, bakeries, boutiques; you went to them all. Finally content with all the activities, a deep growl shook your whole body. It was your stomach. You were so busy indulging yourself, you forgot about lunch altogether.
You scanned the area around you, looking for a cozy restaurant to end the day before finally heading home. A small mom and pop restaurant catching your eye, curiosity and hunger combined led you inside. The menu was filled with all kinds of mouthwatering food, if you were a multi-millionaire (like Hanayama) youâd probably order it all. Except youâre not. Opting for a basic but heartwarming plate of Omurice.
The little dinerâs interior served as a sharp contrast to the bustling environment outside where everyone had places to be and people to see. Inside, however, was quiet. Not in the dreary way, more so in a peaceful manner. Soft jazz music played faintly in the background while your eyes glance around the establishment.
The bell that hung on the front door of the restaurant jingled lively, signaling to the owners (and you) that a customer was coming in. Your curiosity urged you to poke your head out of the booth seat to check who else found this hidden gem.
Your eyes scan the mysterious individual from bottom to top: snake leather shoes, white and purple designer suit, the sleek spectacles. You let out a loud gasp before quickly covering your mouth and ducking into the booth seat. The customer noticed the sudden noise, turning his attention towards the sound. Once he finally turns towards you, you confirmed your suspicions.
Hanayama calls out your name, as he walks towards your table. Admitting defeat, you raise your head up, forcing out a smile. âHello, sir⌠what a surprise meeting you hereâ âI could say the same for youâ He stands beside the table, towering over you to the point his figure casts a shadow over you.
You offer him to take a seat, which he doesnât question for a single moment, sitting eagerly across from you as if he had been waiting for you to ask. You both share an awkward silence as you browsed the menu.
âAh, Mr. Hanayama! Welcome back!â An older gentleman, who seems to be the owner of this diner, approaches your table with a warm greeting. âGood afternoon, I told you to stop calling me that, you can just call me Kaoruâ the old man shakes his head âWe owe you too much for that!â The man turns to you, who had been quiet all this time trying to blend into the background awkwardly.
âAnd who might this be? A girlfriend of yours?â You choke on your own spit, rapidly shaking your head as your hands wave around in front of you. âNo! I mean-â âSheâs my assistant,â Hanayama cuts you off, saving you swiftly from further embarrassing yourself. âOh, my apologies then. Itâs not often to see a boss and his assistant eat lunch together,â you laugh awkwardly; inside you wanted to disappear slowly.
âWe just happened to meet each other hereâ you sealed your lips shut, looking over to Hanayama who nodded in agreement. âIâll have my usualâ the older man smiled fervently before shuffling away into the kitchen.
ââLooks this isnât your first time here Iâm guessing?â Hanayama perks up at the question, look towards you with his eyebrows raised. âYes⌠the food here is nice. Not to mention the atmosphere is quiet. No annoying peopleâ He pours himself a cup of tea, blowing away the steam before sipping steadily. You stare a bit too long at him, admiring him as he savors the bitter but rich taste.
âIâm curious on how you found this place, sirâ you smile at him as you rest your chin in your hand. âYou donât seem like the type to eat at a place like thisâ you imagined his go-to place to be a bar or some fancy fine dining restaurant right in the heart of the city, not a cozy little spot tucked away in the quietest part of town.
Hanayama lets out a dry chuckle, his brown eyes meeting yours for a moment. âMy mother used to bring me here. Iâd beg her for the omurice here, and she always caved in to my requestsâ your heart fluttered at that sentence, subconsciously smiling as you pictured a tiny Hanayama fussing at his mother for his favorite food. He had never delved into his own personal life, this glimpse into his vulnerable self made you relate to him.
âShe sounds like a kind soulâ you complimented her as your eyes swayed to his direction. Hanayama only nods before pouring tea once more. âShe was. She passed away a few years backâ the warm smile you had on your face was replaced by a heavy hearted frown. âIâm sorry, it must have brought up some sad memoriesâ He shakes his head, remaining as stoic as ever. His fingers drummed slightly against the porcelain cup, âItâs alright. Itâs the memories that matter mostâ You couldnât help but agree to that statement.
The aromatic smell of your orders wafted to your nose as you two were busy chatting. The old man from before rushed with your plates, placing them in their respective places. âYoung miss, Mr. Hanayama here is a very eligible and handsome bachelorâ He nudged the much bigger man gently, teasing him a bit more. âNot to mention how he has cleared off this olâ restaurantâs debt!â That statement caught your attention. As your head cocked to the side you repeated the phrase to the man. âWhy yes! Mr. Hanayama enjoyed our food so much, heâs been sponsoring us for a while now! He even beat up s-â Hanayama immediately covers his mouth before he could finish the sentence âI think thatâs enough, thank you for the mealâ He hastily ushers the man, who was now complaining on how he couldnât finish his story, away from the table.
Your hand clasped your mouth as you hid a small giggle escaping your lips at the sight of the two. Hanayama returns to the table, clearing his throat awkwardly. âBeat up people?â You egged him, continuing on the relentless teasing the owner left behind. âBad people, thatâs not what matters right now. Itâs best to eat while the foodâs hotâ He tried his best to divert the attention away from him, to which you obliged out of pity for how the man could turn into a tomato at any moment.
The two of you spent the rest of the evening unexpectedly bonding. Laughing at personal anecdotes from your office, gossiping about fellow colleagues (mostly you, he only listened) and finding out more things about each other you would have never even imagined. You two had been talking for hours but it felt like mere minutes between the two of you. The sun was setting right before your eyes as you finally bothered to check the time. âWe should get back soonâ you finally suggested. You almost could see Hanayama sulk a bit once you spoke up about leaving, quickly hiding it with his straightened expression.
He reluctantly agrees, paying for both your meals without even asking you. Once outside, he offers to drive you back home again. âActually, I was thinking of walking backâ âIâll walk with youâ Without skipping a beat he immediately replies, almost too eager and unwilling for the day to end just yet. His reply catches you by surprise but you allow him to anyways.
The two of you continued your conversation on your way back, the distance didnât feel as long when you were walking with him, and in all honesty, you didnât want the day to end either.
âMr. Hanayama, Iâm sorry if this is invading your privacy, but did you really beat those âbad peopleâ up?â You yielded to the lingering thought that floated through your mind ever since you heard the owner of the restaurant mention it. Hanayama halts in his steps for a second, contemplating whether or not to be honest with his answers.
âYes, it was deserved. They took advantage of the ownerâs kindness and I only did what I saw was rightâ He surrenders to your persistence while also continuing on his own accord. âI.. didnât want to mention it around you, I figured you didnât like violent thingsâ He admits, causing you to be pleasantly surprised. He cared enough to be careful with what he said around you, fearing youâd be disturbed by the criminal life he led.
âI hope you donât see me in a bad light just because Iâm a criminal organization leaderâ Now heâs really sulking, his mannerisms were reminiscent of a kicked puppy. You reach out a hand towards his arm, your fingers grazing slightly against his clothed bicep. âThatâs really sweet of you, Mr. Hanayamaâ your lips curled into a gentle smile before reassuring Hanayama. âI rather you be truthful and accept you for who you are than for you to hide from meâ Despite him being a crime boss as he said so himself, you understood he wasnât one of those cynically evil people. He was kind, reliable and sincere. Youâve come to know that he wouldnât do something violent without given the proper circumstances and reasoning.
Soon enough, you two arrived at your apartment. You stood at the door to your apartment sheepishly. You didnât expect him to follow all the way to your doorstep! He truly was like a lost puppy. âSoâŚâ You didnât know how to ask him to go home without sounding rude. âThank you for today. I rarely get to enjoy myself like thisâ he cuts you off, to which you listened intently. âI⌠probably should be leaving, shouldnât I? Iâm sorryâ He apologizes, he seemed just as awkward when it comes to social cues as you. You chuckled softly at his awkward apology, the sound breaking the tension lingering between you two. "It's okay, really," you replied, your fingers nervously playing with the keys in your hand. The soft glow of the porch light cast a gentle warmth over both of you, highlighting the faint blush creeping across his stoic face.
For a moment, neither of you spoke. The silence wasnât uncomfortable this time, filled with tension between you shifting from awkwardness to something warmer.
You glanced up, meeting his gaze. His brown eyes held an unfamiliar softness, the unfamiliarity between you two melting away by the moment. "Would you... like to come in for some tea?" The words escaped your lips before you could second-guess them.
Hanayama blinked, momentarily surprised, then nodded slowly. "Iâd like that."
Inside your apartment, the cozy ambiance wrapped around you both, soft lamplight casting shadows that danced along the walls. You busied yourself preparing the tea, your heart pounding louder than the kettleâs whistle. Hanayama stood near the doorway at first, upholding an uncomfortable position when the door was much smaller for his gigantic body. He slowly made his way to your living area, taking a seat on the couch.
Handing him a cup, your fingers brushed briefly, sending a spark racing up your arm. You both settled on the small couch, knees nearly touching. It didnât take long for him to settle in once more and begin to start talking normally once more.
As the evening deepened, a comfortable silence settled between you. The distance between you two only left you wanting to draw closer to him. Hanayamaâs gaze flickered to your lips briefly, studying the way they twitched with every smile ever so slightly.
He stayed quiet as you finally noticed him moving closer. Hesitation lingered in his eyes before he leaned in slightly, giving you enough space to pull away if you wanted to. But you didnât. Your breath hitched as you closed the gap, meeting him halfway.
The kiss was soft unlike his rugged appearance, you could tell he was experienced. His large hand cupped your cheek gently as you leaned into him more, indulging in him more. You finally pull away, out of breath and flushed all over.
What the hell did you just do?
Hanayama seemed to be just as shocked as you. His eyes followed you as you stood up from where you sat. âIâm sorry, I think you should leave.â You quickly turn away from him, holding your head in your hands as you paced around the room. ââŚOf course, my apologies.â Hanayama didnât argue back. He grabbed the jacket, which had been pushed off to the floor, leaving your apartment without a single word.
As you watched the door shut as he left, you could feel your heart sinking inside. You felt horrible for unintentionally driving him out of your apartment after he had just kissed you. This whole situation was incredibly unprofessional but you felt a tinge of guilt treating him that way when he had been understanding of you.
You whip out your phone, scrambling through your messages to find his contact. Your fingers scattered across the keyboard, typing up a long message, trying to apologize for what you just did. The send button lit up once you finished your mini essay, but you chose not to send it. Instead, deleting the paragraph for a simple âI meant to say I liked that.â
Your heart raced faster than any race car had ever raced. The phone on the coffee table remained still as the little hope you had left of receiving a reply dwindled. Your eyes hopelessly stared at the screen, but a message never came.
