fog of vengeance | h. ran

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𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 7
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"Nevermind. Go on. Call the taxi or walk home by yourself or something. I don't even care." He inserts his hands inside his pocket, taking out a car key. "And one more thing," He looks at her from over his shoulder. "You're going to pay for stamping dirt on my shoe." Y/N gasps. "But— It was YOU who started it first!"

"And that doesn't mean you have to pay back."

Y/N hates it. The way he acts like nothing. The way he smirks. She hates it so fucking much. "Where do you think you're going?" Y/N stomps her feet towards him. "Spend time with my women. Or go to Bonten's base. Or sleep. Clean my baton. So many more useful activities to do than arguing with you." Y/N wants to punch him from behind. Yes, she knows, he'll be able to dodge that easily. All Y/N can do is be quiet.

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"Ugh." Y/N wears her black jacket. As usual, she's in her comfort clothes. Black hat, black jacket, white shirt and grey loose pants. "She's going out. Just to get a drink from the coffee shop while reading a book. She enters the cafe, walking straight to the counter. "May I have—"

"You're Haitani Y/N!"

The cashier exclaims in excitement. "Oh my god! You look way more beautiful in real life!" Y/N groans quietly. She has to go through the same thing everyday when she goes out. "Your skin is so smooth! You look like those aesthetic girls on pinterest!" What the hell are you talking about? "Please, let's take a picture together!" A customer is already waiting with her phone. "And your signature too, please!"

Oh Lord. Twenty minutes. Y/N just wasted twenty fucking minutes to take pictures with random people and give away her signature. "Hah," She pants, leaning against the counter. "Green Tea Cream, please." The cashier nods. "Venti." And, she nods again. "Lots, lots, lots of whipped cream and caramel drizzle." She nods again like a woodpecker. Y/N pays for the drink, waiting at the second counter. She should've worn a mask. "Mrs, your drink is ready!" The barista exclaims, before placing the large sized drink with two pieces of serviettes and a straw.

"Thanks." That's it. Y/N's work here has been done. As expected, they gave exactly what she wanted. A lot, lot, lot, lot of whipped cream with caramel drizzle on top. She can't wait. She can't wait to scoop out the thick cream decorated with the salty caramel. Y/N holds a book with her left hand. She just bought it a few hours ago. It's about historical romance.

But things went unexpectedly. She bumps into someone, causing the drink she's holding to spill over, not just on her clothes but along with the book. "Shit!" She curses out. Now her front is drenched, along with the book. "Oh my," Y/N breathes heavily. Damn it. Why does God always do this to her? Y/N hisses in annoyance. She's going to kick this person's ass, really hard.

"I'm so sorry!"

A soft— and not too deep voice exclaims, right in front of her. Y/N looks up. "I'll pay for everything." It's a man. Probably around her age. Not too long hair, fashionable clothes, tall and have purple with black coloured hair. He must have something to do with fashion. "First, you spilled my green tea," Y/N holds her waist, trying to be sassy. "Second, you drenched the book that I barely read anything." The male nods.

"I'm so sorry for that. I'm in a rush. Tell me the payment. I'll pay." Y/N shakes her head. "I bought this shirt in the United States and this jacket in Canada. I don't think you have enough time to look for them." Y/N chuckles. "The price? I'll pay." A thunderstruck hits her. How can this man be so confident? "N-Nevermind." She sighs in defeat. "I'll just wash it. Bye." She raises her hand up before leaving the cafe. "May I know your name?" The male shouts from behind, causing the whole cafe to look at him oddly. "Really? He doesn't know her? Crazy. Everyone knows her family owns half of Japan."