Hololive Oneshots

[🏴‍☠️] Boardroom Romance: The CEO's Pursuit ( Part 1 )

You just got a new job and your heart raced as you stepped into the gleaming lobby of Houshou Corp, the company that now held your future. The first-day jitters were nothing new, but this was different. This was a chance to start anew, to prove yourself in the world of business. You straightened your tie, took a deep breath, and joined the stream of employees heading towards the elevators.

As you ascended to the 34th floor, you couldn't help but let your mind wander back to your college days. Memories of laughter, late-night study sessions, and youthful dreams flooded your thoughts. But there was one memory that stood out, one that you had tried to bury deep within—the day you confessed your love to Houshou Marine, the most charismatic girl in your class, only to be gently rejected.

The elevator dinged, snapping you back to reality. You stepped out into the bustling office space, a symphony of clicking keyboards and hushed conversations. Finding your desk nestled between the panoramic windows and a row of vibrant plants, you settled in, ready to tackle whatever tasks lay ahead.

Hours flew by in a blur of spreadsheets and emails until a soft chime from the intercom broke your concentration.

"Y/n, please report to the CEO's office immediately." Your pulse quickened. Why would the CEO want to see you? Was there a mistake with your paperwork? Or worse, had you already made a blunder?

With a mixture of trepidation and curiosity, you made your way to the top floor, where the executives resided. The CEO's office was at the end of a long corridor, its door imposing yet inviting. You raised your hand and knocked.

"Enter," came the response, a voice both powerful and familiar.

You pushed open the door and stepped inside. The office was spacious, with a minimalist design that exuded elegance. And there, behind a sleek mahogany desk, sat Houshou Marine, her presence even more commanding than you remembered. Her eyes met yours, and for a moment, time stood still.

"Y/n, it's been a long time," Marine said, her voice a mix of businesslike and warm.

You cleared your throat, "Marine, I... I had no idea you were the CEO."

She smiled a hint of nostalgia in her eyes. "Life is full of surprises, isn't it? I wanted to personally welcome you to the company. After all, it's not every day that an old college acquaintance becomes a colleague."

They spoke of the past, of their shared classes and mutual friends. You noticed the subtle changes in Marine—the confidence in her posture, the authority in her tone. Yet, beneath it all, you sensed a softness, a vulnerability that she had carefully hidden.

As the conversation drew to a close, Marine's gaze lingered on you. "I'm glad you're here, Y/n. I truly am."

You left the office with a polite nod, your mind a whirlwind of emotions. You couldn't deny the chemistry that still existed between them, but you was here to work, not to rekindle old flames.

Back at your desk, you tried to focus on your tasks, but Marine's words echoed in your mind. Unbeknownst to you, from the sanctuary of her office, Marine watched you, a complex mix of regret and longing in her eyes.

Weeks had passed since you arrival at Houshou Corp, and the initial shock of working under Marine's leadership had settled into a curious blend of comfort and caution. You had proven yourself to be an asset to the company, your innovative ideas and diligent work ethic earning you the respect of your peers. Yet, there was an undercurrent of tension that you couldn't quite shake off—a tension that stemmed from Marine's increasingly peculiar behavior towards you.

Marine, for her part, was a CEO caught in a storm of her own emotions. She had built her company from the ground up, her name synonymous with strength and determination. But now, faced with the presence of you, her once-steady resolve was showing cracks. She found herself drawn to you, her actions driven by a mix of jealousy and longing that she struggled to contain.

It began subtly, with Marine requesting your input on projects that were well beyond your initial scope. She would find reasons to call you into her office, her questions about work often veering into personal territory. You, ever the professional, answered her queries with the respect due to your superior, yet you couldn't help but notice the way her eyes seemed to search your face for something more.

The situation escalated when Marine began to intervene in your interactions with your female colleagues. She would appear seemingly out of nowhere whenever you was engaged in conversation with them, her presence casting a shadow over the light-hearted banter. Soon, those same colleagues were reassigned or given tasks that took them away from your vicinity. The office grapevine buzzed with rumors of the CEO's protectiveness over the new employee.

You was not oblivious to the talk, nor to the change in Marine's demeanor. You could feel the weight of her gaze on you throughout the day, a gaze that held a mixture of possessiveness and something akin to regret.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the office lights dimmed to a gentle glow, you found yourself alone at your desk, immersed in a complex report. The sound of footsteps broke the silence, and you looked up to see Marine approaching, her expression unreadable in the half-light.

"Working late again, Y/n?" she asked, her voice softer than usual.

"Just trying to finish this up before tomorrow," You replied, your focus still on the screen.

Marine hesitated, then took a seat on the edge of your desk. "You know, I've been thinking about us—about our past."

You stopped typing, your attention now fully on Marine. "Our past?"

She nodded, her eyes not meeting yours. "I remember the day you confessed to me in college. I turned you down, but not because I didn't care. I was scared, Y/n. Scared of what it meant to feel so strongly about someone."

Your heart thudded in your chest. This was not the conversation you had expected to have with your CEO.

Marine continued, "Seeing you here, being so close yet so far, it's brought all those feelings back. I've been jealous, Y/n. Jealous of anyone who gets to spend time with you, who gets to laugh with you. I've been trying to keep you to myself, and I know it's wrong. I'm sorry."

The confession hung in the air between them, heavy with implications. You was at a loss for words. The woman before you was not just your boss; she was Marine, the girl you had once loved, the woman you might still have feelings for.

Marine stood up, her silhouette framed against the city lights. "I'll understand if you want to transfer to another department, or even leave the company. Just know that my feelings are real, Y/n. And I'm sorry for any trouble I've caused."

With that, she turned and left, leaving you alone with your thoughts and a decision to make.