Ring ring! You suddenly get a phone call in the middle of work. Who could this be now? Can't they tell I'm busy? Glancing back the ringing phone, you realize it was one of your colleagues who was trying to reach you. Oh shit, It was Shu!
You hurriedly pick up. "Hello? -" Silence before glitched rummaging was transmitted to the other side of the phone. "Shu—" He cuts you off abruptly. "Y/N!!!!" Sounding like a lost puppy reuniting with its owner, he yelled over happily. Distorting and glitching within his shit mobile data. You can only try to imagine and piece together what the fuck he was trying to say.
"So — Me and Mysta might be a tad bit late for the Luxiem 6 month anniversary- BUT BEFORE YOU YELL WHY— We're caught in traffic and woke up late so please, please, please tell everyone." You can basically hear his hands clapping together like a sign of praying towards the gods that you wouldn't scold the both of them. Though Shu's excuses were most likely true, you may or may not be a little pissed that both boys can't seem to manage their time properly.
But that's what they were, just little excuses so they wouldn't get excessively nagged over and over about time management and that traffic isn't always the best excuse in the book. Yada yada, you're basically a buzz kill.
You sigh. "Okay whatever, I'll tell the other staff members about your late arrival and the others aswell. But we're not waiting for you when we do panel discussion." You threaten at the end, hoping it'll jog some sense within the two idiotic brother-like friends.
You earned affirmation from both Shu and Mysta's side before hanging up. Now time to tell about this to the others.
Sighing, you pulled out your chart that was hanged alongside your waist and a pen. Skimming the schedule, it seems like a few late boys wouldn't interfere much towards their planned events. At least- you hope not.
Walking forward along the hall, you ping one of the main staff members of Nijisanji EN who are also controlling the anniversary. "Hey, Shu and Mysta informed me they'll be late, I don't know when they'll come by but they requested for other Niji-staff members to know. Please page and ping the others for an update." You put on a silly happy-go-lucky tone in voice as you try to cover your annoyance.
Everything would've gone to plan if it wasn't for those boys. Can you really say shit though? As much as they may seem immature and irresponsible, they are amazing people to work and be with in general. Though you wished you didn't lose braincells and years of your life trying to pick up after their shit.
In the distance, you see Luca Kaneshiro who was just talking to a former staff member in the crew. Smilling and happy, you wouldn't even have the thought that he was some scary big gang bang mafia guy. If anything, he seemed like a hairdresser that you would vibe with.
Finally, the blond notices you and later calls out with a waving hand and a gleeful smile. "Y/N! Good morning." Slowly walking over, you never got use to the fact that admittedly, the mafia boss was tall as fuck. But I mean- Everyone in the Nijisanji EN boys were overly high in height.
"Hey Luca, good morning." Putting on a nicer demeanor, you greet him a hello. Though you probably have some sort of evil aura lingering behind since the other didn't fall for your facade.
He sighs. "What's up?" He asked, hands onto both sides of his waist with a tilted pouted face infront of you. "Shu and Mysta..." You complain. "Again?" He joked, though some genuism behind his words. He wasn't all that fazed knowing it's something to do with Shu and Mysta. It's a common occurance by this time.
"Yuup.." You pop your P before going back to complain. "It's so stupid, Luca! You'd think Shu would be the responsible one when it comes to time but Mysta probably fucks it up!" Those words left a bitter taste in your mouth. Your words may be laced with poison and venom but, did you really mean any of it?
Yet, you still continue mindlessly. "I hate how Mysta always nitpicks certain things in situations and make a big fuss about it." You added. "He may be a detective but come on, Luca!" You fling your hands forward in a gesture of disbelief and rage. The other just quietly looks at you with the sign to keep going. You're taking that damn chance.
"And and — And whenever he tries to spook me and he KNOWS I'm doing serious work!" God, you can complain about him for ages. You really can.
"And that stupid cute look on his face whenever he sees his attempt worked.." Wait what?
At this point, the mafia seemed to be taken aback at the sudden change and shift of your words. Still holding a bit of bark on the last sentence, it wasn't an insulting one.
Before he could question you, you cut him off midway saying your name. "God! I hate how his stupid jokes always get the best out of me. He's so fucking funny and for what, Luca!?" Now having a more fond expression on his face, He finally understands what direction this'll go to.
Now instead of both hands plaed evenly on his sides, the other arm has rested down and remaining still glued onto his waist.
"And his damn smile could light up powerless cities- Not to mention how he's so caring and so excited for the little things you accomplish!" You exclaimed. Frustrated? Not really but why were you practically yelling out these sentences as if it was something to be mad about.
"Uh Y/N-" Luca tries to cut you off once more but you were too ingulfed in "complaining" more about the fox boy.
"I hate how his dumb stories always make me laugh- He's such a dumbass but he's my dumbass."
"I hate the fact I fucking like him so much that I can't express my thoughts and feelings to words."
This is so stupid. This is so dumb. Why are you saying all of this? What's the point? Not like Luca cares much about love and certainly not your love life.
"Y/N- I- uhm.." Not knowing how to break the news to you, he opted to point behind your back awkwardly with a smile.
You look behind you as you were greeted with the sly fucking motherfucker you were JUST complaining about. "MYSTA-"
He yelled words that you wish you could unhear as he placed a hand over his ear to mimic hearing something.
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