Kishou Arima × Y/N Reader One shots

Hidden Intentions

Kishou Arima was a name that struck fear into the hearts of many ghouls. As one of the top investigators of the Commission of Counter Ghoul (CCG), he was known for his cold, calculating demeanor and unparalleled skill in combat.

Y/N a senior investigator had been assigned to assist Kishou with administrative tasks, a position that required serious attention to detail and unwavering dedication. While most of her colleagues found Arima intimidating, Y/N was determined to prove herself, even if it meant enduring his stern critiques and seemingly impossible standards.

Kishou, on the other hand, had a hidden motive behind his relentless reports. His busy schedule left little time for personal interactions, but through these reports, he found a way to see Y/N regularly. Her persistence and unwavering determination fascinated him, and he couldn't help but admire her tenacity.

One evening, Y/N found herself in the CCG's office, reviewing a report she had just finished. The clock on the wall indicated it was well past regular working hours, but she was determined to perfect her work before submitting it to Kishou. With a deep breath, she made her way to his office, clutching the report tightly in her hands.

"Investigator Arima," she greeted formally, standing at the entrance door of his office.

Kishou looked up from his desk, his expression as inscrutable as ever. "Y/N," he acknowledged with a nod. "Have you finished the report?"

"Yes, sir," Y/N replied, stepping forward to hand him the document. "I've reviewed it multiple times to ensure accuracy."

Kishou took the report, his eyes scanning the pages with a critical eye. After a few moments of silence, he set the document down and fixed Y/N with a piercing gaze. "There are several errors in this report," he stated bluntly. "Redo it and submit it to me by tomorrow morning."

Y/N's heart sank, but she managed to maintain her composure. "Understood, sir," she responded, her voice steady despite the disappointment she felt.

As she left his office, Y/N couldn't help but wonder what she had missed. She had double-checked every detail, yet Kishou had found flaws. Determined to meet his standards, she spent the entire night revising the report, fueled by her desire to succeed.

Y/N flopped onto her bed, frustration coursing through her veins. "Investigator Arima is impossible to please," she grumbled, burying her face in her pillow. "I've worked so hard on this report, but he just keeps rejecting it. Everyone makes mistakes, right? Why can't he cut me some slack?"

Y/N Pov: 'Remember failure is not an option'

Y/N walked into her kitchen, her steps light and quiet. She quietly filled the coffee maker with water and measured out the grounds, her movements automatic and practiced. As the coffee started to brew, filling the room with its rich, enticing aroma, Y/N took a moment to savor the fragrance. The smell of fresh coffee was like a jolt of energy to her weary mind, a small boost she desperately needed to keep going.

Y/N took a generous sip of the hot coffee, relishing the bitter taste and the way the caffeine seemed to instantly revive her tired mind. The coffee mug was a steady presence on her desk, a constant companion throughout the long hours she spent on the report. She took another sip, the warmth seeping into her fingers as she continued to pore over the document.

Determined to meet his standards, she spent the entire night revising the report, fueled by her desire to succeed.

The following morning, Y/N approached Kishou's office once more, the revised report in hand. Her eyes were heavy with fatigue, but her resolve remained unshaken.

"Investigator Arima," she greeted, her voice betraying a hint of weariness. "I've revised the report as per your instructions."

Kishou took the document, his expression unreadable as he reviewed it. After a few moments, he set it down and looked at Y/N. "There are still errors," he said coldly. "You need to be more thorough."

Y/N's shoulders slumped slightly, but she nodded in acknowledgment. "I understand, sir," she replied, her voice tinged with determination. "I'll make sure to correct them."

As the days turned into weeks, this cycle repeated itself. Y/N would submit her reports, only for Kishou to reject them with minimal feedback. Each time, she pushed herself harder, determined to meet his exacting standards. Unbeknownst to her, Kishou watched her efforts with a hidden sense of admiration, his cold exterior masking the warmth he felt whenever he saw her.

One evening, as Y/N once again found herself in the office cubicle, poring over her latest revision, Kishou silently observed her from the doorway. Her dedication and resilience were evident in every line of her face, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in her efforts.

"Y/N," he called softly, his voice devoid of its usual sternness.

Startled, Y/N looked up to find Kishou standing before her. "Investigator Arima," she greeted, quickly rising to her feet. "I was just finishing the report."

Kishou approached her desk, his gaze focused on her rather than the document. "Why do you push yourself so hard?" he asked, his tone surprisingly gentle.

Y/N blinked in surprise at his question, taken aback by the sudden change in his demeanor. "I... I want to prove myself," she admitted quietly. "I want to meet your expectations."

Kishou's expression softened ever so slightly. "You already have," he confessed, his voice carrying a rare hint of warmth. "Your dedication and determination are commendable."

For a moment, Y/N stood in stunned silence, unable to process his words. The stern, unyielding investigator she had come to know was revealing a side she had never seen before.

"Thank you, sir," she finally managed to say, her voice filled with genuine gratitude.

Kishou nodded, his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer before he turned to leave. "Continue your work, Y/N," he instructed, his voice regaining its usual firmness. "But remember, you are already exceptional."

As he walked away, Y/N couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of purpose. Reflecting on the encounter with Investigator Arima just now. Her mind buzzed with the realization that his relentless demands were not merely to torment her but to help her grow.

A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she muttered to herself, "Maybe he just wants to see what I'm capable of."

And as Kishou returned to his duties, he couldn't hide a tiny, satisfied smirk. He enjoyed watching Y/N work hard to meet his expectations, using the excuse of tough reports and harsh feedback he had found a way to keep Y/N close, witnessing her growth and dedication firsthand. In his world of darkness and danger, she was a beacon of light, and he was determined to see her shine, no matter the cost.

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07/02/24
Written by: Systematic_Narukami
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