Weak Hero Fanfic

Donald x Gray (continued)

I'm so sorry if this is trashy, I'm in a funk and my mind is in a fog and I'm crying for no reason. It's fun as fuck. Were gonna do a time skip to the meeting, so I hope you're actually reading this part or your gonna be a little confused.

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Donald's POV

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"So, Gray, why exactly are you causing so much trouble?" It was a quarter past four, he had shown up late and annoyed. I brought him to my office and he sat timidly in the chair in front of me.

"I'm causing trouble? Me?" He made an innocent face, which made his eyes somehow look even bigger.

"Don't give me that, White Mamba. I would love to have an answer," I said looking at him expectantly.

He sighed and rolled his eyes. He sat in the Eunjang uniform, black slacks, a white button-up shirt with a blue-collar, and a blue tie. When he turned his attention back to me I couldn't help but notice how tired he looked.

"I haven't caused trouble. It's your fucking lapdogs not knowing how to leave people alone," pure anger could be held in his voice. Something in his eyes looked as if it has snapped. "That includes you, by the way."

"Oh? How does that include me?" I smirked at his anger and noticed that his hands were slightly shaking. I couldn't tell from what though.

"I'm here without a choice. I'm losing time that I use for everything that I need to do. Believe it or not, I have a life. Shocking, but still. So if that's all you wanted to know, then can I fucking go?"

I raised an eyebrow and smiled. It was probably such an odd comparison, my smiling face compared to his almost emotionless one. I say almost, as his eyes held anger to them, and his face was tight as if he were trying to force anything from showing.

"Now why would you want to go? Aren't you having a wonderful time?"

That must've caused him to snap. Clear exhaustion catching up to him. He stood up quickly, grabbed his bag that was sitting neatly next to the chair, and glared at me before saying, "Good day, Mr. Na," and stormed out of the room.

Usually being called Mr. Na or Manager Na was something I enjoyed. I caused people to realize that I was superior and important to whoever was saying it. But as he said my name, it felt as if someone slapped me, paired with the door slamming. It was a strange feeling, to say the least.

I spun in my chair and looked out the large window behind me. I could see the people entering and exiting the building, so I couldn't help but smirk when I saw Gray burst through the doors, run a hand through his hair, and head onto the normal route that he takes to get to where ever he oh-so-desperately needed to be.

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Ta-daaa! I dont really like it, but my laziness and exhaustion is starting to catch up on me from waking up at 5 AM for school every morning and being kinda sad all day. 

Sorry its so short, I'll do my best to update either tomorrow or the day after.

I hope you enjoyed reading this and have a good night/morning or whatever time it is cause im a little oblivious to that sorta thing.

Bye Y'all!!!!