ɪ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ꜱɪɢɴ ᴜᴘ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ || Ike Eveland

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟚

"NIJISANJI is opening auditions..?" I ask, pushing the phone out of my face.

Mysta nodded in excitement, "Yeah! You should try auditioning! I'm sure you'd make it to the interview part."

"I don't know Mysta, I don't really have anything special about me that would make me stand out." I scratched the back of my head, "Plus, I don't think this job suits me very well." My gaze fell onto the wooden floor below.

"(Y/n), you've been looking for a job for months! You should at least try? If you do make it, you'd been working along side me!" Mysta begged on.

Honestly, this did really make me reconsider. But I've already decided. "I'm sorry, but I don't think this job is for me."

Mysta nodded in understanding, "It's alright, if you don't feel comfortable then I won't force— you." He paused between force, and you. I gave him a raised brow, trying to figure out what he was up to.

"Okay okay! Enough of this! What's do you have in mind for dinner?" Mysta switched up the topic.

"I was thinking about making pizza, but I found some moldy fish and chips in the oven. So I was just gonna order." I replied coolly, pulling out my phone. "Speaking of that, did you clean that up?"

A sweat dropped from Mysta's face, I knew he wouldn't clean it up. "Go clean it up right now, or you're not getting any of the pizza."

"I'll do it now!" Mysta panicked, running towards the kitchen.

A sigh escaped my lips. Maybe I should try auditioning? Wait no, I- Arghh.. I guess I just couldn't imagine myself being a v-tuber.

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"Thank you, keep the change." I thanked the delivery guy, and handed him a $20 dollar bill. He nodded as a sign of saying "you're welcome" and made his way back to the car.

"I cleaned out the oven, and disposed of the moldy fish and chips." Mysta exclaimed loudly, "So am I allowed to eat some pizza?"

"Even if you didn't clean out the oven, I couldn't just starve you." I sighed, placing the pizza box on the kitchen counter.

"Awwh! So you do care about me!" Mysta laughed, grabbing a slice of the cheese pizza. I rolled my eyes again, also taking a slice.

The male beside me pulled out his laptop, which made me confused. "Why are you using your laptop during dinner?" I ask out of curiosity.

"That is none of your concern." He huffed, aggressively typing things on what seemed like a google form. "What languages do you speak?" He asks out of the blue.

I thought for a moment, "Well first off; English, Cantonese, Swedish, and a small amount of Japanese." I took a bite from my slice of pizza, "And why are you asking exactly?"

"Uhh no reason! Are you good at anything particular?" Mysta asks on, continuing to type.

Okay these questions were getting questionable, but I still answered anyway. Maybe he was just curious. "Uhh, I can play shooter games well..? I can also sing and draw quite a bit."

Now this he should know, he hears me sing in the showers all the time. And he often saw my artworks scattered on the desk top. Mysta continues to type on his laptop, and when I try to look over he covers it with his hands. That certainly isn't suspicious at all.

"Welp, I'm done answering your questions. I'm gonna shower and hit the bed." I yawned, "If there is left over pizza, put it in the fridge."

"Alright, goodnight (Y/n)! Don't forget to dream about me!" Mysta winked.