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Au: Regular (post-timeskip)
Tags/Warnings: GN! Reader, past friends to lovers, alcohol, Hinata is approximately 25 while the reader is about 22-23)
Word Count: 15k+
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"Alright, I'm off!"
"Do you have your key?"
You stopped in the doorway, patting down your pockets. "Yup!"
Pedro came out of his room, cracking his neck while he stretched. "Do you want me to drive you?"
"No. Thanks, though." You picked up the large black bag by your feet, grunting while getting it onto your back.
"Are you walking?"
"Biking."
Pedro stopped mid-stretch. "Shoyo's old bike?"
"Ya, might as well put it to use. And I'm nervous, so hopefully, it'll work some of that energy off."
"Are you sure you don't want to drive?"
"Confident."
"Okay. Good luck."
You smiled at your roommate and closed the door behind you.
Being hired right out of school was a blessing. A bigger paycheck to compete with Pedro's streaming income and just taking better care of the two of you on top of getting to spoil your godchild senseless because Heitor and Nice deserved it. It was perfect.
Except for the fact that the club hired you after looking at your portfolio without any interview or entry tour. Nothing. You had only been able to talk with your boss, Thomas, over the phone, primarily of him excitedly rambling about how excited he was to have you be a part of the crew.
It wasn't normal, far from it. It made you anxious, stomach-churning at the thought of having to work in an environment that was out of the norm. No face-to-face meeting? Who does that?
You were practically going in blind, minus the fact that they had bought you a brand new, hefty, professional camera that you managed to get some practice in with Heitor's help.
Its weight made riding the bike harder, though.
Despite getting to listen to the sounds of the city while riding, you could barely hear it over your panting.
If you didn't gain the physic of a god from these rides, you promised yourself to just take Pedro up on his offer of the car.
Your boss was waiting for you inside the front doors of the stadium when you arrived. He carried his mug tightly at his side, using his other hand to shake yours. His toothy smile made his cheeks crease behind his beard.
