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The next week rolled around pretty quickly, you had received texts from Marc every now and then leading up to Saturday—Today. The first game of the season. You haven't seen Sakusa much at all since last week.
Only in passing a few times in the hall when you'd be leaving and he'd be returning or the opposite. You didn't mind it much though, you were much more worried about making a good first impression at the game today. You had decided on a nice pair of jeans and awhile long-sleeve shirt paired with some of your favorite jewelry and white sneakers. Very plan, sure but it was causal enough for a sports game.
And hopefully nice enough to make a good first impression on your new boss.
You were very lucky that the first game was in Osaka so you didn't have to travel far to get there. You did realize that since you were going to be working in Kyoto you'd have to travel an hour to and from work every day. This made the desire to get your license to grow.
Nonetheless, you were ready to head to the game, you had to leave a bit earlier according to Hasegawa. Due to the amount of fans that would be outside early. Once you arrived outside of the arena you understood what he meant. The match didn't start until 6 and you were there at 4, the line that was already forming stretched for what seemed like forever, but it was just around the block.
You remembered Hasegawa had told you to give him a call when you arrived so he could send someone to escort you inside early. Immediately you were thankful that you had this connection and didn't have to wait in that necessarily long line.
"Hello? L/n, are you outside?" The older gentleman's voice questioned through the phone as soon as he picked up.
"Yeah, and you weren't kidding this line is...ridiculous." You need as you stared down the fans in different jerseys. Many of them were black jerseys for MSBY or something. You couldn't quite put together why that seemed so familiar.
Hasegawa chuckled through the other side of the phone, "I know, but don't worry I just sent down my nephew to get you." He tells you and you feel a little at ease as you stare at the line again. "How will I know what your nephew looks like?"
"He is a very tall guy, with dark brown hair, if it helps he's dressed in a suit. Not many people are out there I assume." He was right, like you had observed prior, everyone was in all types of sports merchandise. As you analyzed the line again you spotted a man matching the description Hasegawa had given you walking your way.
"Oh, I think I see him," you say as you squint at the tall figure approaching. "Alright then, I'll see you in a bit," Hasegawa says before ending the call.
