packaged deal.

02

𝙆𝙀𝙔:
e/c: eye color
l/n: last name
n/n: nickname
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𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙍𝘿 𝙋𝙊𝙑:

"Huh, this looks pretty nice; I wish I was an employee," she said to herself as she ran her hands over the smooth folding table.

The employee room was a small, empty space with a bookshelf, table, 4 chairs around the table, and a small kitchen. Candles, posters, and plants were used to decorate the room. Despite its small size, it was nicely decorated.

Just enough to keep employees from having to go out for lunch all the time. Why not sit back and relax in your own shop?

Her gaze was quickly drawn to the door. Heavy footsteps were approaching. Equipment jingles and radio noises can be heard. She hadn't known the man with the blonde/gold streaked hair for long, but she knew he didn't walk with that much of a thud. Let alone having a variety of items attached to him.

'Shit, shit, SHIT!' she mumbled.

She'd let down her guard. She didn't even think of places to hide. For a person who managed to escape from the cops, she can be dumb at times. Yes, he may be 'assisting' her, but who knows what he could have said to the cops?

"Even if you can't always expect the worst, if you do, you'll never be disappointed." That's something you always managed to say.

When it came to hiding, the room didn't have much to offer. To be honest, the only place to consider hiding is behind the bookshelf. It'd make a lot of noise, but it's the only option left. If the cop looked around, and she was on top of the bookshelf she'd would be giving herself away for free. She may be able to fight the cop, but how will she deal with the others? She doesn't even know how many are here. Going with that last plan could cause the worker assisting her, not help her, since he'd then be involved.

While her thoughts raced through her mind, she began to move the bookshelf as quietly and quickly as she could. When she heard the door knob turn, she pushed herself behind the bookshelf. To see the cop, she moved a book out of her line of sight.

She moved the bookshelf closer to her body every time the cop turned around and wasn't facing her. She didn't let the wood touch the ground in an attempt to hide her presence. She picked it up slightly while moving it.

Her face was drenched in cold sweat. She barely took a breath, and when she did, she exhaled slowly. Even slower than a snail. Is oxygen even getting to her lungs?

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𝙆𝙖𝙯𝙪𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙨 𝙋𝙊𝙑:

"Thanks for keeping our community safe. If I see that woman around here, I'll let you know." I said as I shut the door. The cop was only in the room for about three minutes. Probably due to the small size of the room. I figured they didn't find the woman, because she didn't come out in handcuffs.

While heading towards the employees room, her e/c orbs peeked through the door. "You really know how to make a girl worry" She said this as she fully opened the door, just to sit on the front desk counter.

All I could do was stare. What should I say now? There's still many unanswered questions. "Alright, you said I can get answers when the cops were gone, right? Well, what did you go to prison for?" seems like a good place to start, right?

"Sorry mistress, but I'm not one to keep my word. Well, half of it atlea-"

I'm pretty sure the cops aren't far, I could call them right back into this shop if I really wanted to. Seven days. Its all about patience kazu. I'll be lucky if I don't strangle myself before then, she's already driving me insane.

"I just met you. What if you end up betraying me in the end? You'd know wayyyy too much. I already have enough problems on my shoulders; being betrayed is not one i'd like to add" she laid on top of the desk, her head hanging upside down.

"Then I see no point in helping you. There's not a pinch of trust you have for me. We know exactly zero about each other, and not even a benefit for me. For all I know, you could be planning to murder me in my sleep." One thing she'll learn for sure, is that i'm a stubborn person.

A minute of silence flew by. Nobody spoke, as if there were no one in the shop. We didn't even exchange glances. We both just stared into space. As she rose from her position and walked over to me, she let out a deep throated groan. She extended her hand and, for the first time, introduced herself. "L/N, N/N at your service. But you can call me N/N. May I have the honor of getting your name as well?"she finished her sentence off with a bow and a smirk.

She's really playing the part of that mistress nickname, huh? Chifuyu would get a thrill out of this. This kind of thing happens in his romance manga or whatever. I always said he'd never get to experience such a comment. Never thought it'd happen to me though.

"Hanemiya, Kazutora! Glad to see you can actually be enjoyable"

"I- what the hell is that supposed to mean?!" her smirk fell victim to a puzzled expression. It was hella funny.

I took my keys from the hook and moved towards the door, lightly giggling. "I'm going to back up the car to the door so the cops don't see you." Just in case there are any undercover officers"

Just as I walked out the door, my phone started to get notifications, many of them.

Ting! Ting! Ting!

I took my phone from my pocket, unlocked it, and opened my messages. 'Aw shit, it's Chifuyu,' I thought as I replied.

Daydreamer 😼‼️

Daydreamer 😼‼️
; Kazutora, why were there police at the shop??
; Have you done something illegal again 💀
; Ok, seriously wth
; Helloooooooooo???
; Mf are you playing with scribbles
; If you are u better not be stealing all my kisses ☹️
; Im almost back from getting the pet food
; Are you dead

Me
Sorry, I was busy with scribbles having the time of my life 😒

A important thing just came up so i'll have to call off for today

REPLY TO "Kazutora, why were there police at the shop??"
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Health inspection

I had forgotten that we had cameras in the shop. I decided to help N/N, Chifuyu, on the other hand, will give N/N to the cops and not give a rats ass about it. "Kazutora. She's a fugitive." he would say.

I can't tell him. I'm not going to tell anyone.

My thoughts continued as I began to back up the car. Besides, I'm not sure why I'm helping her. Maybe it's because we both have the stupid jail connection. Or maybe it's because I think she put effort into her escape and I wouldn't want it to go to waste. Ignoring the fact that she's a bit of an ass right now. Oh well, you only get one life, and this is how I wanna waste it.