love me, sober || s. manjiro x fem. reader (oc)

four

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MANAMI
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"When can you come in so we can discuss more about this?" Koko asks as he glances at his wristwatch as if he is in a rush.

"Oh, any day is fine with me," I answer and watch him gather his paperwork in front of him. He finally gets up and I get up as well, "Sorry Manami, I have to go to a meeting. I got too caught up and just realized the time. Can you come back tomorrow at the same time?" He questions.

I nod in response, "Yeah I can." He pats me on the arm before walking away. He signals at his assistant after taking a step out of the room, "Please escort her out."

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Pushing my cart down the aisle, I pick up a bag of chips and place it in my cart. "Hm, what should I cook tonight?"

I stand before the vegetables before me and stare at each one of them. "Curry? Should I make curry?" I tap my chin before making my decision.

"Might as well." I grabbed the ingredients I needed and waited in line until the register was available. "Sir, do you have money on you?" The cashier asks the customer they were ringing up.

"I don't have my wallet with me. Do you accept apple pay?" The cashier shakes their head. "What the? Are you serious?" The customer's voice starts to get louder.

"I'm sorry but if you can't pay us with cash or card then I won't let you take the onigiri and Dorayaki with you." The cashier pulls the food away from the customer.

Looking at the man's broad shoulders, he looked really good. He looked like a model from behind, "I'll pay for it." I exclaimed.

I put my stuff on the counter as well and the cashier nodded. I look back at the man beside me who has a scar across his head, "Don't worry about it." I said to him and withdraw my eyes to the cashier.

It was silent until we both walk out of the grocery store together. I finally realized how tall he was after exiting the store.

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After making dinner, I set my plate down at my dining table. Before I could sit, my doorbell rings. My hand slips under the table, the touch of my handgun in place made me feel at ease.

Who could it be? Taking the gun out of the holster that's taped securely under the table, I hid it behind me.

Slowly approaching the front door, I check the peephole and a sigh of relief leaves my lips when I recognize the familiar blonde-haired man with the burn mark across his face.

"What is he doing here?" I curse under my breath and unlock my door to let him in. "What are you doing here, Inupi? Shouldn't you be in France handling your club?" I ask after he enters my apartment.

He grins and pats me on the head, "Remember what we discussed? Well, good news. I found him." Inupi places the manila folder down on the table.

Soon I place my gun on the table as well earning a chuckle from him. "Were you going to kill me?" He asks with his arms crossed over his chest. I playfully roll my eyes at him and skim through the documents in the folder, "Izana Kurokawa?" I ask with a raised brow.

Inupi clears his throat before answering, "Tenjiku, he's the commander of his gang. This is all I know from him. He has someone who deletes all of his history." I nod at his response.

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"Do you personally know him?" I ask as I place Inupi's portion of food on the table. He sits down and shakes his head with his arms crossed over his chest, "No not really. I see him at places like clubs, casinos, auctions, and underground fight clubs."

"Does that mean, I have to meet him at these places you listed?" I ask. Inupi shrugs, "I don't know. He's just like Bonten. No one dares to mess with him." Inupi informs.

I stare at my food and Inupi clicks his tongue, "Are you going to tell me why you're searching for him now?" He asks.