Different Perspective

HOW IT CONCLUDES

HOW IT CONCLUDES

Trunks sat down at his desk and let out a tired sigh. The contest for the new design for capsule homes was going full force. He was glad he wouldn't be the one deciding on the winning design because there had been a lot of talented people who had entered it.

There was a gentle knock on the door before Mr. Young walked in. "I saw Jenny this morning," Mr. Young said as his lips twitched. "I don't think she likes her new position."

Trunks' lips curved into a smile. Once he returned to work, he had moved her to the sales department to answer phone calls. He was too scared to drink the coffee she made now. Plus, he had a feeling that she saw their relationship as more than what it actually was. So it had to be dealt with promptly.

"Sorry I took your assistant away," Trunks said as Mr. Young handed him a tablet that had report data on it. "I'll find you a new one soon."

"Just make sure it's someone who's organized and knows what they're doing," Mr. Young smiled. "I see your desk is still organized. It's been what- a month? That's a new record," he teased.

Trunks glanced at his desk. It was as tidy as Pan left it, and it was organized too. He kept the papers stacked as she had, so wearing them by subject. He never realized how much easier it was to get through them that way.

"Someone organized it for me," Trunks said softly. "I haven't had the heart to mess it up."

"A girl?" Mr. Young asked, and Trunks' eyes widened in surprise. Mr. Young chuckled, "don't take this the wrong way, Sir, but for this last month, ever since I've gotten back, you've been different."

"Different?" Trunks raised an eyebrow. He didn't feel much different. "How?"

"You're more approachable, for one thing. Softer and friendlier, too. Everyone in the office has been talking about it. And I heard if the young girl that had frequently visited while I was away."

That young girl had been Trunks when he was in Pan's body, but he could tell Mr. Young that.

"She's just a friend," Trunks said softly.

"But you like her, don't you?" Mr. Young asked knowingly.

Trunks swallowed hard as his face grew warm. He wasn't sure when it began. Probably last year or the year before. He had always thought Pan was cute, in the way most kids were. Then, she started growing up, and he noticed it, too. Being six years older than her, he tried his best not to think about it. He felt like a pervert for crushing on his little sister's best friend.

He couldn't stop himself, though. Then, they started hanging out, and it felt nice. It felt normal. When she began dating Matsu, Trunks tried so hard not to let it bother him. He told himself that it was a good thing and that Pan needed someone her own age anyway.

That night he had gone to pick Pan up and saw Matsu on top of her, he had been livid with jealously at first. Then he was angry at her because of what he thought she was doing. He still felt like an ass did misreading the situation. He should have been there for her that night.

Trunks let out a sigh. "It doesn't matter what I feel. She doesn't like me like that."

Trunks was sure he had scared Pan off the last day they were in each other's bodies. He still couldn't believe that he had told her he wanted to kiss her. What an idiot he was! So what if she had an erotic dream about him? He had just gotten excited and jumped to conclusions that she felt the same way as he did.

"Have you asked her?"

"Well, no," Trunks mumbled. He hadn't talked to her properly in a month.