FASHION DISASTER ~{Semishira Band AU}~

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Izumo: KENJIIIIIIROOOOOOO

Izumo: I heard from mum that u got a job, congrats, m'boy

Izumo: I got a couple of beers, wanna call a taxi to me and celebrate?

Kenjiro: Sure, but not too much tonight

Kenjiro: I got work tomorrow

Shirabu read over last nights' texts, with a head that hurt like hell. That didn't go according to plan. Unlike his younger brother, he never handed hangovers well. He was a pretty solid lightweight and was in the foulest of moods the day afterwards.

Not to mention, he had completely forgotten about work the moment he had taken the first swig. This was why he didn't like jobs he didn't run. Too much pressure.

Well, E-Harmony was about to have an interesting time with their new assistant manager. Hopefully, it wouldn't be too bad...

.:*:.

"No, auntie, don't leave me with them," Whined Goshiki, clinging to Arisa tightly while Tendou cackled maliciously.

"Aw, Tsutomu, you know it'll be fine!" Promised Arisa. "If anything happens, you just tell me, okay?"

Once Arisa left, Taichi made a face in Goshiki's' direction. "You're so whiny, little auntie's baby!"

"And you're such a bitch, don't make me snitch on you," Goshiki replied quickly, mimicking the expression.

Ushijima put his hands on their shoulders. "Both of you stop. The assistant manager should be arriving very soon and we want to make a good impression after last time."

"Wait, we do?" Tendou said. "I thought the plan was to scare him off." Yamagata made a noise of agreement.

Reon sighed. "No, that's not the plan."

"Okay, okay, so let's make Tendou's' plan 'plan A', right?" Semi piped up. "I've got no problems against it."

"Of course you don't," Reon began, when the door swung open soundlessly.

Shirabu was standing there, looking bossy, powerful and pissed. He swept them all with a commanding glare, singling out Semi. He marched over, with such efficiency that it made the band member a little nervous and he stepped back a little.

"H-Hey, what the hell-?"

"Shut up," Shirabu huffed gruffly, pulling at the back of the collar and checking his shirt label.

Semi flushed. "Hey, dude, what the hell?! You don't just do that!"

Shirabu let go of him the moment he was done and whipped out a notebook, making note of the shirt size. Then he rounded on Tendou and forcefully checked, ignoring Tendou's' screams about his audacity and personal boundaries. Shirabu swept across the entire band, checking their shirt size before pulling out his phone next and going onto Amazon.

"Okay, uh, Shirabu, or whatever your name was," Yamagata started. "You can't just do that, it's kinda weird."

"I'm doing my job, sorry if my methods don't exactly work with pussy bitches like you," Shirabu retorted.

Reon frowned. "That was a little unnecessary."

"Rude behaviour isn't usually tolerated or taken well," Ushijima said sternly.

Shirabu grunted and reached into the side of his backpack where he had pure black coffee in a thermal flask. He took a swing grumpily and kept clicking away on his phone. He went to take another swig and then frowned.