In Love with the CEO {Muzan x Reader}

The Clerk: Asahi Kei

Mr. Kibutsuji called me to his office today to get him lunch. I wasn't really feeling hungry so I offered him mine instead. That way I wouldn't waste good food. Though, I was surprised when he took it. When you first look at him, he seems cold and a bit standoff-ish, but the way he accepted it so kindly makes me think otherwise. 'Mr. Muzan is so pretty!' I think to myself. It was getting close to the end of the day, and he hadn't returned my lunchbox yet, so I decided I'd go to the breakroom to grab something to drink. When I returned, my bento was placed on my desk, next to my keyboard. I smile and move the box aside to finish up a few papers before I head home. "Well, I've got nothing else to do today, so I believe I'll head out," I say aloud. Though, no one else was around to hear me. I sigh in defeat, grab my bento, and leave the building. It's a Friday so I get to have the weekend to myself, except for Saturday. I have Saturday brunch planned with a few of my girlfriends tomorrow. I haven't seen them in a while so there's going to be a lot to gossip.

After I've arrived home, I make my way to the kitchen, set my things on the table, then move to my room to change into more comfortable clothing. Exiting the room, wearing sweat pants and a oversized t-shirt, I go back to the kitchen and grab my bento of the table. "Ugh, I need to wash this," I remark while untying the polka dot cloth. Pulling the corners apart, a piece of paper falls off the box and onto the counter. "That wasn't there before?" I pick up the note seeing it's been written on.

The note reads as follows: "Ms. Asahi. I enjoyed my lunch today. You are a good cook. I wouldn't mind if you shared with me again sometime. -Kibutsuji

"HHUUHHH?!?!" My voice is mingled mix of confusion, bewilderment, and excitement. I smile wide and jump around, the note still in my hand, while shouting. "He liked my cooking!" over and over again. Then I pause as a realization comes over me. "OH MY GOD HE LIKED MY COOKING! My boss. The prettiest man I've ever talked to... Likes MY cooking." I release a squeal of excitement and practically throw myself onto the couch. Then it hits me. "That means I have to go get more groceries!" Quickly, I grab my phone and text my girlies.

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Group Chat; Anna & Daki

Me: Hey guys. Listen to this.

Anna: Huh?

Daki: Yea gurl wussup?

Me: Actually this would be better to explain over a call, are you guys free???

Daki: Yea girl go ahead

Anna: Yea I'm good, jus gimmie a sec to use the bathroom.

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Once Anna gives the okay to call, I dial the line, and get to explaining all the juicy details from work. The girls are giggling and hushing each other while I talk about Mr. Muzan and how attractive I think he is. "Then he left me this note on my box saying he wants me to cook for him again! So I was wondering if after brunch we could go to the store so I can start some prepping for the week?" I finished. I hear Daki's hushed voice as she scolds her husband while Anna's voice reaches through the phone, "Yas, girl! Of course I'm down to shop with you for your mans. Daki you up for that?" Anna and I laugh as Daki yells at her husband, "I don't give a damn about your COD game, I just want you to brown the meat. Jesus Christ! Yea I'm down for that. Hey quit laughing." We let the laughter die down, we talk for a bit more, then decide it was time to head to bed. We each say good night before ending the call.

I trudge tiredly towards my bedroom and tuck myself in bed. I clutch onto my body pillow, and sigh at my own desperation. "This is really sad. It's been too long since I've had physical interaction with anyone outside of being friends. Hell not even friends with benefits!" I fling my arms above my head before slapping them back down to my sides. "Damn this sucks," I mutter as I drift off to sleep.

The following morning rolls around and I pull myself out of bed to get ready for the day. After getting my shower, blow-drying and styling my hair, and picking out my outfit, I check the time. I see that I've got about an hour till I have to leave. I finished getting dressed, put on light makeup, and sat on the couch until it is time for me to head out.

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I am returning home from brunch and grocery shopping with the girls. After letting myself in, I toss my keys onto the coffee table while Daki and Anna bring my bags into the house. I make way towards the kitchen and help them put all my groceries away. We talk and giggle while we work, putting the frozen products away first, next the cold, and last the dry. "Want to watch a movie before you guys have to go?" I ask the pair. Anna gives me a look that says, 'Is that even a question?' Daki speaks, "I'm down so long as it's action, romance, or has Simu Liu in it." I gasp and gush at her about Simu. "Then how about we watch Shang-Chi and the Ten Rings? Its action and has Simu in it," Anna suggests. Daki and I nod our heads earnestly. "I'll grab snacks, you guys go set up the movie," Daki remarks.

Anna and I traverse to the living room to set up the movie. We sit down and get comfy right as Daki walks in with snacks filling her arms. I gasp and grab at the Ice Cream tucked into her elbow, "Oh bitch I love you so much." She cackles and sets the rest of the snacks on the coffee table, "I know you do, now both of you scoot your asses over. I want middle." Anna and I comply, scooting over to accommodate our other wife. "Press play bitch," Daki demands jokingly while staring eagerly at the TV. I huff and snatch the remote from the cushion to press play. "I'm working on it you simp. Damn."

The movie begins and we sink further into my couch. Smiling like children at Simu Liu. Pretty soon our afternoon melts away and the time for my girls to return home approaches. The movie ends and we all do our respective cleaning before I wish my figurative wives safe travels home. Closing the door, I turn to my kitchen, and put my hands on my waist. "Well. Time to do a fuck ton of meal prepping... Perks of having a hot boss that likes your food," I mumble aloud. I toss my apron on and clap my hands together twice. "Time to get to work."