IF BY CHANCE ; m. yaoyorozu

⁰⁰⁶ get me started

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swear this just a little too much, much, much

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"DON'T YOU HAVE ANYTHING better to do than just sit around here?" Iwao asked as she watched you unenthusiastically spun in her swivel chair.

"Not really," you sighed. "Schools been hella boring lately."

Iwao placed her hand on the back of the chair, stopping you from spinning anymore. "So you're telling me that I'm spaying for your tuition just for you not to go?"

You rolled your eyes, "you're not paying for anyone's tuition, mom. I have a scholarship in art, you know that"

"Right, but imagine how I'd feel if I was," Iwao pouted. For a respected businesswoman, she could be quite childish sometimes.

"But— oh my goodness— you're not!" You spoke sarcastically, standing up from the swivel chair as it isn't very diverting to you anymore.

"You can be quite annoying at times."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes. Your mother was quite over dramatic. If she wants to see annoying, she should actually notice some of her co-workers.

"Whatever," Iwao shook her head, mentally changing the subject. "You remember Mrs. Momo Yaoyorozu?"

Jesus, how could I forget? "Yeah? Why?"

"Well I've given her a new project to work on for the next couple of months. It's gonna be big— and hopefully save the company." Ah yes, you remembered. Your mother's famous fashion company was going to shit. Apparently, her clothes aren't 'what the people want', or whatever she said. You weren't paying too much attention anyways.

But it was quite ironic because have you seen nowadays fashion? Like what the absolute fuck. Those famous clothing lines have nothing on Iwao's outfits— which are actually outfits, not just wearing inanimate objects.

"...okay? Is there something wrong?" You ask, fixing your snow-white blazer.

"Not... necessarily," Iwan stood there for a moment. She was looking at your direction, but not necessarily looking at you. She had an inquisitive look, as if she's going to regret what she's about to say. "I... I want— no, I need you to work on this project with Mrs. Yaoyorozu."

"Really?!" The question came out a bit more enthusiastic then you had wanted to. Quickly, you cleared your throat and corrected yourself, "I mean—uh— really? Why?"

You mother sat herself down in her swivel chair, moving it back in the middle of her desk. She fixed her rectangular blue-light glasses and sighed, "I hadn't realized how difficult this project was in the haste of assigning it to the poor lady. Since your my replacing my subordinate at the moment, I don't really have anyone else."

You were about to speak before your mother cut you off, "and besides, you're not that bad. Your fashion sense won't completely ruin it."

"Well thank you mom, I appreciate this."

"Alright... don't try to sleep with her or anything. Got it?"

You laughed, "yeah yeah, whatever."