❝"Semi-san," he said light and breathy, mostly to try and get the other's attention. Semi looked at him from over his shoulder, a small (relieved) smile danced on his lips. Kenjirou didn't know what compelled him to say the next words he said - mayb...
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TWO
"I don't know...if you remember, but...we're supposed to get married now."
It was a day in summer, the dull surroundings of the hospital not wavering his mood in the slightest, patients and staff members walking around, though he paid them no mind, when Kenjirou Shirabu's heart ached again.
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Kenjirou liked to consider himself lucky when it comes to overall success in life. After three years of internship and residency and then more training, Kenjirou had earned himself a respectful status in Ohasuhigashi Hospital after working there for several years and despite his uncooperative attitude sometimes, he liked to think that he was well liked among the staff as well.
Which sort of brought him to his current dilemma, because he was currently being bombarded with presents by his fellow staff members because they somehow found out it was his birthday the other day (he had just turned thirty, he couldn't believe how incredibly old he was getting) and were now giving him presents as a result.
Which was sort of getting annoying because as much as he loved the people here, this was just plain ridiculous . He even complained to the chief of staff earlier, telling him that this was certainly not professional but all he did was pat him on the shoulder and give him a box of chocolates—he was so done at this point.
So he sighed in relief when he finally got his break away from his other colleagues. Finally getting some peace, Kenjirou opened the cabinets to find some coffee to make himself some, as he rubbed his temples due to his growing migraine.
Children . His colleagues were children . He didn't know how this hospital hadn't been sued for unprofessionalism.
He took out the jar of coffee, putting two tablespoons of coffee into the mug, before mixing everything together.
He practically purred when the familiar bitter taste of coffee touched his tongue. The pounding in his head seemed to get better as he took more sips, settling down in the staff room, taking out his phone that he had been ignoring for the past few hours. He was not shocked to find text messages from Atsumu, instead he was so accustomed to them at this point, that he looked forward to them—because there was nothing better than to listen to Atsumu make an ass out of himself.
