Heaven in hell (Loona x male reader)

First day at I.M.P

Y/N POV

Since the cleansing, things have gotten pretty good, I got a job as weird as it was it did pay well. I got a friend, who seemed like she cared for me which was a first for me and in the first time in my life I was actually happy. At first what my actual role in I.M.P would be, I had never used a weapon before and my people skills were bad. So, it kind of came down to I would do whatever was needed of me whether it meant I went on missions or stayed behind at the office. As Blitzo put it I would be the team's "all-rounder", which was cool and all but I essentially was a glorified errand boy doing whatever was required of him. Right now Loona was taking me to some sort of fashion store called "Stylish Occult", after she realized that my clothes we're torn. Apparently, I looked like a homeless person again in Blitz's words, not wanting to look like shit I agreed to go on this shopping. Right now, I was browsing in the Male Hellhounds section, shopping was a lot more difficult now. I had singled it down to two shirts, I only wanted one of them though.

Y/n: This one looks good.

I held up the first shirt.

Y/n: But so does this one.

I held up the second one

Loona: How about that one?

She pointed to (your favorite shirt) that I was holding.

Loona: I like its design, looks badass.

Y/n: You said that about everything I've picked.

Loona: Doesn't mean it isn't true.

I put back the unpicked shirt and put the one Loona liked with the other clothes, I had chosen a vest,