𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍: 𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮

(xxix) bid

one week ago

you were surfing the internet for job opportunities, which was illogical because you could very well find several if you walked ten feet from the hotel and into tokyo's business district.

tonight, you felt plain hatred towards the world. no heartache and no nostalgia and no love. just one emotion absolutely amplified.

you skimmed through a ton of business articles, accumulating hoards of useless information.

apparently some media company was going bankrupt. some hospital employee committed insurance fraud. speculations about why the miya group had fired its legal team.

and then you came across a job application for personal secretary to tetsurou kuroo. you surfed past it initially, taking another drag from the joint. your hatred intensified.

fuck kuroo. fuck the sakusas. fuck the miyas. may they all perish.

anyway, you happened to click on the tab of sakusa group employees and reached a linkedin page. a list appeared.

there were many names that you did not recognise because they came from different divisions of the company and you used to work for the parent company.

but then you spotted a few more familiar ones.

an idea struck you and you drew up your CV.

-•-•-•-

"hey, i don't know if i'm in the right place but-", someone interrupted you in the middle of you memorising kuroo's schedule for the day.

it had been a month and a half at your job now. you were far more comfortable working in the building. you were friends with yamaguchi now probably since you'd both been traumatised by mayumi sakusa.

"who are you here to see?", you hummed, not looking up yet.

"tetsurou"

this time you looked up in minor intrigue. not a lot of people at work would call the VP 'tetsurou'. nearly no one, except mayumi and tori whenever she came around.

the woman in front of you took a step back when she actually came face to face with you. her lips parted, confusion etched across her face.

your eyes widened.

because you knew this woman. and you didn't understand how she could even be remotely related to kuroo.

"uh...", you took a deep breath, trying not to look very rattled and hoping the words on your screen would reach your brain, "what exactly do you need to see kuroo-san for? he'll be back from his meeting in five minutes."

"oh...", she looked more surprised now, as if she already expected you to know who she was, "he didn't tell you. that... makes sense."

"saki?", the voice of your boss asked, as he looked at the woman before you with deep familiarity.

"tetsurou", she breathed in relief, eager to get away from the awkwardness of the situation.

but kuroo and his good manners felt like it was his duty to introduce the two of you. he walked closer to you, keeping a comfortable distance from the woman both you and he knew in different ways.

"y/n, meet saki", he told you, gesturing in her direction. he looked a bit surprised himself, but he didn't let it show and suppressed it the best he could, "my... ex wife"