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☆ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔: 𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮𝐮

“Tomioka, you have 17 research papers due Wednesday.” 

I hadn't even stepped into the office when Iguro’s prickling tone reached my ears.

“Also, after you’re done with those, I also have some documents that need to be reviewed, think you can do that, edit some errors and send it to Miss Kocho on Friday?” 

My eyebrow raised slightly at the way he called that annoying butterfly as ‘Miss Kocho’ but I pretended like I didn’t acknowledge it and simply nodded before leaving. I was too tired, physically and mentally, to deal with Iguro at 6 in the morning. Most people get up at this time, but I’m on my way to catch a rare five minute nap to not collapse on the spot from lack of sleep and the effect of caffeine rushing through my system instead of blood at this point.

After that ‘truce’ I agreed on with Sanemi, I buried myself in any work I could find. I wouldn’t be surprised if I got employee of the month or whatever that shit was, considering Uzui rubbed it in our faces all the time, because I’ve been working non-stop for the past ten days. Yes, ten days since I had agreed to that truce. Shinazugawa seemed busy with work, and so was I.

Or maybe I were just didn't want to face him because I might get attracted.

I didn’t even want to interact with Shinazugawa, but Rengoku and Kanroji threatened to, quote-on-quote, drown me in Uzui's swimming pool with baby sharks if I didn’t agree to the truce-plan or whatever they had made. 

How lovely.

A few days ago, I did end up going to a garden with him, but it was so awkward that I wanted to bury myself under a hole in the ground and never come back again. So no, Shinazugawa and I did not get along, but atleast I could catch glimpses of his handsome face. Quite creepy of me.

“I hate my life.” I muttered to no one in particular, sitting in my usual place. The computer in front of me was ready as always with loads of unfinished documents and PPTs. I stared at the bright 6 am screen which made me either want to gouge my own eyes out or close them forever, no in-between.

Currently, I want to close my eyes off forever and disappear where I could finally give rest to my poor body from all the work and caffeine, maybe give it some sleep it deserves. 

“...mioka.” 

My mind was still racing with wistful dreams of sleeping. Oh how I wanted to sleep and never wake up again, to stop the never-ending growth of eyebags, to stop looking like a tortured panda, if they ever tortured pandas that is. 

“...Tomioka.” 

“...Tomioka!” A harsh whisper suddenly ringed me to sensation. 

The harsh whisper came from the person who sat next to me. She looked at me with a deeply-shaken expression, like there had just been a massacre. Hopefully there had been one so I could take a few days off, maybe lower the caffeine intake a bit, fly to the Maldives and disappear without a trace. No work, no fiancé, no marriage, just peace. But sadly I couldn't do that.

I arched my eyebrow to indirectly ask her, but before she could respond, I heard a rough tone, which certainly did not belong to anyone I knew, except… 

Shinazugawa Sanemi. 

Fear snaked its way across my chest, tightening it in a painful way. All the peaceful Maldives dream I just had crashed down and left me in sad reality.

He stood beside me, his broad and well-worked figure looming against me in a way which made me want to curl up in a corner. Beneath those purple eyes pooled something dark, staring deep in my soul with a granite-like expression.