Fate & Fury * Mitsuya x Reader

Chapter 37

Ose Tsuyoshi was a middle aged man of debatable success. His parents would turn their noses up at his profession, but he rather enjoyed it. There were plenty of high class designers in Yokohama who would come to him for high quality fabrics.

They weren't exactly the best quality, but still rather good enough.

His parents disagreed. They had wanted him to be a doctor in oncology like his father, like his brother was. Or a pediatrist like his cousin. Or to, at the very least, be an optometrist like his sister was.

But he had a higher calling. To own his own business. He has done a lot in his 25 years of running this store, and not all of it very nice and law abiding. It wasn't easy to strike out on your own without your families blessing or help.

Sometimes you had to bend some fingers.

Sometimes you had to do what had to be done. 

He understood that. 

This was how the world worked.

And it's why he understood what was happening when a group of young men came into his shop... and closed the metal shutters, blocking customers... and witnesses.

Ose Tsuyoshi was the owner of the Matatabi in the Red Brick Warehouse.

The one who looked in charge was wearing a white gang uniform. He had blue apathetic eyes and short, sunflower blonde hair with a burn scar on one half of his face.

This was serious. He understood the gang member approached him directly because it was safe to do so... they likely had dirt on him so he had to cooperate. There was a lot of dirt to be had on someone like him. He'd always done whatever it took to be successful.

"Ose Tsuyoshi," His voice was monotone and it only set Tsuyoshi further on edge, "You have an employee under the name Ose Sango working here."

It wasn't a question, rather a statement, which meant he had to say yes.

He nodded, "Y-" he cleared his throat, "Yes."

Tsuyoshi kept his wits about him as two of the men stood in front of the metal shutters in a parade rest stance and two other went into the back of the shop.

"Hm," was all the man said. Man? Teen? He couldn't tell.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Tsuyoshi attempted to placate, hands rubbing together to do something with his now mounting anxiety.

The guy just stared him in the eye, unblinking and Tsuyoshi's hands began to shake with the adrenaline that flooded his system, causing his body to slightly tremble and sweat.

There was a sudden commotion as the two who went to the back of his store came back, dragging his only son, Sango, by his arms, his legs trailing behind him.

Sango was panicked, unable to speak. His eyes were wide and watery, lips pressed tightly and face pale.

His son had done something and he was about to learn what it took to run a business in the cut throat fashion industry.

"My boss came here with their significant other about a month ago. She stood outside while he came in to pick up a specific fabric."

Tsuyoshi felt his mouth dry, "I-I have plenty of fabrics-- if--if they would like return, I'm sure--"

Those uncaring eyes turned to him again and a flat tone interrupted him, "Shut up."

He listened, lips closing quickly.