Any Given Sunday

Red Flags

Regular POV

"Y/N!!" You cringe as a group of coworkers shout out your name and run towards you; as you rest in the staff break room. "Toji is here asking for you again." You take out your headphones and take in an exhausted breath.

Strangely enough you were getting used to the giant man that accosted you every weekend. You were not a fan of the attention he brought with him.

The group gathers around you giggling. "I never thought Toji would get pussy whipped. What did you do to him Y/N?" One of the women asks bluntly. "Yeah what's your secret?" Another question and you hold in a groan.

"It's not like that." You respond flatly without acknowledgement. One of them sits beside you with a raised eyebrow. You lean back as she studies you. "What?"

"Maybe he likes the tired eyes?" The woman says to the others, ignoring your existence. You try your best to maintain your usual stoic demeanor but their chatting is grating.

"Toji is so fucking hot." The group says in unison and you were almost impressed by the hive mind. You glance at the clock, begging it to move a bit faster.

"Ladies!!! No one is hotter than me right..." A familiar chipper voice announces and you look up. The women's focus quickly shifts and they crowd around him. You let out a relieved sigh.

Satoru Gojo is a part of the catering staff. You always found that a bit odd. He wore a high end Rolex and his attire was always perfect. You convinced yourself he was charading as a regular employee. But he was really just on an extended version of Undercover Boss.

You were thankful at this moment for his interruption; though you would never express that. You put your headphones back in and wait out the fifteen more minutes until you have to clock in.

After a while you get up and place your bag into a locker. "You working at the bar later?" The tall lanky Satoru asks as you begin walking towards the computer to punch in.

He was always way too excited to be here. His extroverted personality a bit overwhelming. But he was the one person you tolerated conversation with. Mostly because you felt like you owed him. His boyfriend ran the bar you currently worked at after this job. Ultimately getting you the position.

"Yeah like always." You say as he follows you out the door. His long arm reaches around your shoulder and you tense. "Must you always hang off of everyone." You mutter making him grin.

"You're never any fun Y/N." Satoru pouts as you try to brush him away. Eventually you give up and he clings onto you as you make your way to your station. "Ooo look at his face." Satoru leans close to whisper into your ear.

You look up in confusion and see Toji, a new constant figure in your mundane life, resting against the steel bars of your window. "You sure you aren't fucking?" Satoru asks and you dig your nails into your palm.

Those piercing green eyes were now glaring daggers at Satoru. Toji's jaw clenched and you wanted to disappear. "It's not like that." You say once again.

"Mmhmm." Satoru chuckles, finally releasing you. "See you at the bar later Y/N!!" He makes sure to shout loud enough for Toji to hear as he skips away.

You begrudgingly make your way behind the counter. You could feel Toji's gaze following you the whole way. "Mornin Y/N..." That deep gravelly voice sounds tenser than usual.

"Yeah I guess." You reply curtly and open your top drawer. You slide over the racing program to him. You open the booklet to the first race.  "I've made notes for you. Even someone like you should be able to understand." You explain and he cocks his eyebrow and frowns down at you.