Strange Yakuza

Goodnight.

Izuku's POV-

    I wake up. It's too bright outside. I hear a knock on the door. "Boss." I really hate being the boss. That means I can't wake up whenever I want. Shitty job. I get up and get ready for another dreadful day. My favorite subordinate, Todoroki Shoto, picks out my suit for the day. He's always so serious. I think he got it from me. "Smile Todoroki, after today we get a whole week of no business and no  shipments. Be excited." Todoroki stares at me. He's mute. He's hates when I talk to him as if he'll be able to answer. He rolls his eyes as he helps me with the last piece of my suit. I chuckle and gather my things. Right before walking out of my room I take a deep breath and drop the smile. I'm ready for the day now.

***After reaching the Company***

     I go straight to my office where my secretary Uraraka Ochako is waiting for me. "Good Morning Sir." She says in a very happy tone. She's excited about our week long break. Her tone becomes much more defined as she tells me about my schedule for the day. "After signing off on a couple of deals with our friends at other companies, we'll have an hour long meeting about sales and marketing. We'll also have a conference call with Company A and Company F, Company C cancelled because of minor issues—" She continued with my schedule. She is so refined when she's at work.

     After she finished my schedule for the day, she handed me the paperwork. I hate paperwork. I start and I don't stop until the sales meeting. I'm the last to walk in and everyone stands and bows. "Sit everyone. Let the meeting begin." As I say that, one of the younger sales managers go up to the big screen and explain our situation and how to fix it if the time comes. We're doing pretty good actually. This is so boring.

***At Home***

     I flop onto to my bed but quickly get back up as someone barges into my room. Father. I stand firm and at attention. "How are sales?" He asks as he sits at MY desk. "Rising by 3.3% everyday." I reply. "3.3, huh?" Huh? I fucking hate this old man. He gets and walks over to me. He slaps me. Of course. I bet he's gonna say Not Good Enough. "Not good enough. Do better brat." Told'ya. "Yes sir, sorry sir." He scoffs and leaves my room. After father leaves I go to my desk and pick of the disinfectant from one of the drawers and spray my desk at least 5 times and my chair 10. Disgusting.

     As I go my last round on my chair I hear my door open again and I turn around. It's him. The brat himself. Fathers oldest addition to this retched family. "Akuma." I say glaring at him. "Deku." He replies. The nickname he made for me really seems to fit him better. Especially since his name means Devil. "I can't believe you're so useless that you can't even bring up fathers company sales like dad did." What a persistent little shit. He's been aiming for father company ever since father announced that it would be given to me. "It's my company now. Brat." He looks like he wants to kill me in my sleep. "Not for long." He says with a smirk as he leaves him room. He just came in for that? Ugh. What an egotistical bastard. I'm too tired to deal with anymore shit so I head to bed early. Goodnight.