Sake and Sweat: Yakuza Boy One Shots, Fluff and Scenarios (ON HOLD)

Concentration (Yumiro x Reader)

I just need some help with my concentration
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(Readers POV)

         I read over the paragraph I had typed out and tried my hardest to leave it alone. It wasn't my best work but it shouldn't have mattered as long as I was getting the assignment done.. right? This is what I had been telling myself for the past fifteen minutes but I couldn't even convince myself of its validity. I had four more pages ahead of me and was already feeling the crash. Deciding that a break would do me some good, I pushed away from my desk and trekked toward the kitchen with chai tea on my mind. I kept my dorm as clean as I could and was successful considering that the money Yumiro deposited into my account every month, if not every two weeks, made having to get a part time job unnecessary. I could devote the base of my time to my studies and made sure to treat myself in the meantime. My dorm was decorated with objects that reflected my personality and I wanted it to be cozy.

To my dismay, I was greeted to an empty chai tea carton and I huffed because I would have to go and buy more before the day was through. The particular brand I liked was hard to come by and when it sold it, I'd have to wait over three months for it to be restocked. I'd made up my mind that now was the time to go and get it. I still had plenty of time to submit my paper, two more days to be exact. But even then, I scolded myself for cutting it so close to the assignment's deadline. If Yumiro knew about this...

        My heart started to beat erratically for a moment as the memory of what had happened the last time I was behind in my school work came to mind. There was alot of tears, anger, hard fucking, and a stern warning. Yumiro didn't like the idea of his money being wasted and he explained that my inconsistency with assignments was a waste of my time AND his money. What I did know about Yumiro was that he didn't allow anyone to play with his money. Since then, I'd made sure to turn in assignments at least a week in advance as to not ensue his wrath. I was grateful for the opportunity to pursue this program without the worry of how I was going to pay my tuition.

With my purse, secured on my shoulder, I started the journey to the corner store. The weather was nice and I stopped to take in the sun. Looking around at everything, I came to realize how reclusive I had been for the past month. How had I not seen all of this before? Children ran along the sidewalk with cute, banana shaped ice creams and vendors were stationed on street corners selling a variety of savory meals. I caught the smell of takoyaki and for a moment, the thought of abandoning my tea quest in favor of 50,000 ¥ worth of the fried snack was too good to resist. If I got in line right now, I could-

The ringing of my phone cut that idea short immediately. My breath caught when I saw the name  flashing across the screen: Hadaki Yumiro

I ignored it and made it a point to call him back when I got back to my paper..

Twenty minutes of searching up and down the tea aisle and cold drinks area confirmed what I already knew: the tea was sold out. Any attempts at choosing a replacement were also difficult because my mouth had been set on the taste of chai tea and I other brand would do.. Though the journey hadn't been difficult, I didn't want the trip to go to waste so I grabbed two caramel lattes from the cold section. A slice of cake completed my purchase and I bowed to the old lady behind the counter as I left.

I stopped in front of the store when I felt my phone again in my pocket and it was Yumiro yet again. I was about to end that call as well when I heard a gruff voice behind me.

"Answer it."

   I froze and turned to come face to face with the man himself. Yumiro wore dark sunglasses, a white t-shirt that seemed to cling to every inch of his defined chest, black jeans and white sneakers. There was a cigarette in one of his hands, a black hat on his head and he exhaled the smoke through his nose, fixing me with his usual stoic look. Nothing was said until he took one final pull from the cigarette and flicked it to the ground. Yumiro pushed the glasses up higher on his nose and looked down at one of his many expensive watches.
"I called you about 30-45 minutes ago. When I call, you answer. A simple request... What is the reason?"