Silver Spoon Love // Sanzu Haruchiyo x Reader

CHAPTER FIFTEEN pain and regret are your best friends

Haruchiyo sat in his spacious office organizing all of the paperwork needed to create a balance sheet for the last year. Kokonoi made it clear that everything had to be dated accurately and in order. 2018, when did that happen? They aren't kidding when they say time flies by. Where did I put that...ah. He had been shuffling through his filing cabinets, pulling the appropriate folders and putting them in a chaotic pile on his desk. Normally he would have his assistant do this kind of work but he had promised himself this past new year that he would pull more weight here at the office. He never wanted a job stuck behind a desk but adulthood crushed those dreams.
 The tall building itself was originally a money laundering scheme, just a way to wash Bonten's money. But Koko was a genius at making money and had actually found a way to make the place profitable. They worked with real estate agencies, politicians, construction companies, really anything pockets they could dip their hands into.

Once he had all the paperwork stapled and in order, he headed out his office. He turned the corner, almost bumping into one of Ran's assistants. She was fixing her skirt and her smudged lipstick  as she left the ladies room; she apologized bright red and dashed back to her desk. Ran wasn't too far behind her leaving the restroom with a stupidly satisfied smile. "Another day in the office huh Sanzu?" He smacked his coworkers back, and went his way. "Working real hard Haitani." Haruchiyo called down the hall to him, laughing to himself. The guy's a menace, haha. Koko's door is closed, probably getting head while he plays on his calculator. Whatever, bastard said he needed the papers today. 

Sanzu burst into Kokonoi's own office with a loud bang and a cheerful, "Hey there partner! Got the shit you asked for." He looked towards the man he was addressing and saw that Koko was promptly sitting at his desk, across from him was Senju. Haruchiyo's little sister tsked and clinched her eyebrows, "Could you be any more disruptive or do you just not realize how obnoxious you are?" Sanzu let out a laugh and sat, manspreading, next to Senju putting the box of paperwork and folders at his feet. On Koko's desk Senju had her laptop open, cell phone out with the calculator opened, and a messy stack of different colored papers scattered about. Koko had only his own laptop own on his desk, everything had been tucked away to give the youngest Akashi room.
"He teaching you how to become a power-hungry CEO?"
"Funny.", Senju said dryly, "he's helping me with my taxes, it's a lot. With all my student loan forms and everything from work."
"You have a degree in business, how do you not know how to do taxes?" Sanzu couldn't help but poke fun at his sister. Their relationship had started to recover, slowly, more so now that Bonten used her clothing store as an asset. "She's doing well on her own so far. I'm just here to look everything over before she submits them."
Koko peeled his eyes away from his laptop to look at Sanzu, "you got everything I as...."
Senju's phone began to ring, loud enough to echo through the office.
Sanzu's heart burst through his chest and then it dropped like he was on a rollercoaster. It pumped harder and faster the more he looked.
Y/n's name and contact photo popped up on Senju's screen. She was quick to grab her phone and get up, "I gotta take this," she answered the call and began walking out of the office, "Hi, one second I gotta get some privacy." The door closed behind Senju.

Time heals all wounds, bullshit. His chest felt ripped open, years of covering up, burying his pain ruined just because of one phone call. A phone call that wasn't even meant for him. He couldn't hear Koko talking to him; he just got up, put the folders on the chair he had occupied and left the office. I have to calm down. He was beginning to have an anxiety attack, needed to find solace. Quickly he locked himself in his office, closing his door and sliding down it so he could curl up on the ground. His breathing pattern now matched his heart: quick, heavy, sporadic. It felt like the walls were closing in on him, so he slapped his face hard in an attempt to snap out of it. He found the strength in his legs to pull himself up and began rummaging through his desk. He found the prescription of Xanax Bonten's doctor had prescribed him, opening the bottle quickly pouring too many pills into his hand. Just take them all. His intrusive thoughts attacked him. He threw one into his mouth and began chewing.