❝ 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐀 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋, 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐃. 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃? ❞
▶ 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 ambiguity and mysteriousness is what makes the coy president of Workers fall for one of the les...
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「 Thank you, Ramen 」
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ♡︎♡︎♡︎ THE DISGUSTINGLY ACIDIC taste of his own vomit made the poor boy empty out his stomach in the toilet again, his arms and legs nearly giving out as he tried to push himself up from the ground. A stinging headache grew inside of his head like a parasite, throbbing and aching and pulsing aggressively.
[M.Name] couldn't stop himself from whimpering in pain, stumbling to the sink and letting his gaze meet his own through the mirror. His face was sunken and pale, even with his unsteady eyes he could see his hair had grown thin from the past several months of being submerged in stress and anxiety.
He turned on the faucet and took a handful of water, splashing it on his face then washing the vomit out of his mouth and from his lips. He repeated this several times until he was all soaked, shakily turning off the faucet and leaning against the sink.
He stared at himself in the mirror again, the remaining strength he had in his hands all used to grip the sink harder.
His grandmother called him fat again, telling all of her friends how he gained weight, how lazy he was, and how little work he did.
She called him fat.
Fat.
Fat.
Fat.
Fat.
The urge to vomit rose again, so he puked once more.
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"You should try to eat more."
Ryuhei slid a bowl of ramen towards the shorter, breaking the tips of his chopsticks for him and separating it, placing it on the tray and slumping back on his seat. He was currently in Shikami's office again, avoiding eye contact with the doll while busying himself by counting the tiny cuts on Shikami's fingers while he wrote.
"I'm not hungry," he said, moving the tray away from him but not enough for it to be completely at the edge. Ryuhei sighed and crossed his arms. "You haven't eaten since the last time I saw you, which was yesterday lunch."
"I ate breakfast," he coolly replied. Shikami scrolled through the iPad provided to him by Yoojin, checking the documents and information about the third affiliate. It was the only one he barely had any knowledge about, which made him even more curious as to what they used to do.
"Can't you at least take a break right now? You've been working for eight straight hours now, even Mitsuki hasn't gone that far without eating anything." Ryuhei worriedly pushed the tray back to him.
Shikami finally set down the iPad and his pen, glancing at the blond before staring at the ramen being served to him, the steam was slowly dying out because of how long he's been ignoring it and how cold the room was, which meant that it wasn't as hot as before.
With a small sigh, Shikami slowly took off his mask, resulting in Ryuhei panicking and scrambling off his seat to cover his eyes. He was about to leave the room when Shikami had stopped him. "Stay. I'm not Medusa."
"I-I know you're not but Mitsuki said if I even get a little peek of your face she'd cut off my dick!" Ryuhei panicked even harder as he heard him slurping the noodles, completely turning around and tightly shutting his eyes. "A-And as much as I fear that happening, I also respect your privacy!"
"Thanks but you've known me long enough for you to be blessed to see my face now." Shikami watched as the blond malfunctioned, unsure to whether he should turn around or stay as still as a statue. He hardly paid attention to him as he resumed on eating his ramen, eating the large portion of beef he assumed was intentionally put there.
After several seconds of just eating sounds, Ryuhei finally turned around, hesitantly and slowly, like he was afraid of what he was about to see. His whole body shook as he opened one eye first, then another.
A pretty boy? Ryuhei was more than surprised to finally get a full view of Shikami's face, expecting him to have a grotesque appearance when in truth, he had such a beautiful face that if he weren't already in love with Mitsuki then he would've fallen head over heels for him in an instant.
"Pretty," he accidentally blurted out, panicking once again as Shikami looked up from his bowl and smiled at him for a split second. His heart immediately jumped to his throat as his breath was taken away from him.
He's so pretty. Ryuhei gulped and turned away. Why is he so pretty?
"I'm done," Shikami announced after setting down his chopsticks. Ryuhei said nothing as he strode back to the shorter's desk and took the tray back, leaving his office as soon as he can.
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"H-He's—" Ryuhei choked on his own words, the two other executives he was with throwing a water bottle at him.
"Drink before you die from your own spit," Sato ruthlessly told the blond. Ryuhei didn't reply to that as he grabbed one of the bottles and chugged half of its contents, slamming it back on the table which caused water to splatter everywhere.
"He's so," he paused, then continued after regaining composure, "so fucking pretty!"
"Pretty?" Kenta and Sato repeated in unison, looking at each other then back at the blond. The shorter of the two wore a confused expression as he asked Ryuhei the question as if he misheard it the first time. "Shikami is pretty?"
"Yes!" He cried out, which surprised the two of them again.
"I-I can't believe it. . . Shikami is a pretty boy!"
