Feeling's Mutual ( HANCOCK X FEMALE READER )

Leave it alone

As we were leisurely strolling back, I couldn't help but notice the conspicuous absence of her beloved pet snake.

"Hey lady, where's your pet?"

No replies ~
Helloooo?
No answer once more

"Jeez lady, I would prefer not to be chatting with the air. I know you can hear me."

"Oh? Is that so," she said, her confident strides accompanied by the distinct click-clack sound of her heels.

"If you're concerned about the safety of my snake, fear not. Salome is safe and sound in my office. I don't need any more reckless pests like you stepping on him," she murmured with a hint of exasperation.

"Oh yeah.. about that, I suppose I should apologize for ... accidentally stepping on your pet and, uh, for the, let's say... unwanted contact," I trailed off.

She abruptly halted, fixating me with her formidable gaze.

"Listen here kid, never mention that incident again, understood? If you dare, I will ensure your life becomes a ceaseless torment, reduced to begging me to stop," she warned, spinning on her heel and resuming her determined walk.

Sheesh, she's downright terrifying.

- At her office -

"Sit wherever you want, " she said as she embraces her pet snake.

"Okay, can we get right to the purpose of my visit?" I say as I nonchalantly settled onto her plush couch.

"Alright. Although it is customary for us to acquaint ourselves with one another, given that we are already on the same page, I will skip the formalities and dive straight in," she declared.

"What's an empress first of all?" I genuinely asked causeeee

"An empress is a position higher than the standards of schools. I hold a position equivalent to the executive of your esteemed institute," she explained, elegantly crossing her legs.

"So you're saying you're the same position as the old man Garp?"I asked, seeking clarification.

"Yes, you're catching on rather swiftly," she replied with a touch of sarcasm.

"In any case, I surprisingly find your assessments quite clever, although your personal records are horrendous. This brings to my attention why you should work on this project with me."

"What project?"

"Do you not watch the morning announcements?" she asked, annoyed.

"Sometimes but it gets boring, so no?"

"Ugh, numbskull. Alright, this project would be held in another country. It's a brain intellectual dispute which is only for seniors."

"Hold on. In another country? When? Why? Where?"

"The contest will be hosted in the United States. Furthermore, it is slated for the following month. As for the 'why,' it was a decision made by the chairman. If you have complaints about it, direct them to him," she responded, crossing her arms and assuming a defensive posture.

Next month??? Today's the 13th??

"If you haven't received information about this yet, there are other seniors who will be competing in this contest."

"Why? What is the coveted prize?"

"Is a prize the only thing you're thinking about?"