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˚ ༘♡·˚₊˚ˑ༄ؘ [8] 𝘚𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘢𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘪 🎀 Synopsis: Where stories are shared by a Takeuchi to a [Y/L/N], they find solace and ground in their similarities and become more than just mere allies. 💟 ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── (3705 Words)
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Those who have taken me in have slowly begun to disappear in my memories. I didn't find the strength in me to go back empty handed.
That song... Just to end it all, Just to use the final strike that would use all of my energy in...
"Thank you once again for agreeing to this meetup, Miss Takeuchi!" "Oh, young one! It's no problem at all! Goodbye now-!"
My last meetup had finished for the day, making me completely exhausted. It was like this every day, an exhausting and exhilarating process that I had to repeat each and every single day.
I stood up from my chair in which was given for the interviews, just to be startled by the loud yelling of my boss. "TAKEUCHI!"
"Gah! What is it now, boss?!" I spat in annoyance, just to receive a glare from my boss. He wasn't a very flexible man, always got mad at everything and was overly stressed out with life. Yet, he was only three years older than me.
His father, however, was another story. Simply giving up with my attitude just because I was a Takeuchi, handing the job to his son.
In a way, that disgusted me. But alas, both were incredibly annoying.
"I have to say... Today's performance with the crowd was spectacular. You've improved from the last time, a lot more carefree and energetic than usual, hm." He spoke, surrounding me for a brief moment before looking at me directly into my eyes.