SPELLBOUND ║ KAIJU NO.8

「 ✮⋆˙Chapter 1 ✮⋆˙ 」

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Y/n started her day, feeling more optimistic than she had in a long time. As she arrived at her workplace, the small, local art studio where she worked part-time, she was greeted by her colleague, Rina, who was already busy setting up for the day.

"Morning, Y/n! Ready for another day of artistic endeavors?" Rina said with a cheerful grin.

"Morning, Rina! Absolutely. I've got a good feeling about today," Y/n replied, her enthusiasm evident.

She set her bag down and pulled out her sketchbook, flipping to a fresh page. As she started to sketch, her thoughts wandered back to her Gojo Satoru standee and the hope that today would indeed be different. Maybe, just maybe, she'd finally catch a break.

Just as she was getting into her groove, the door to the studio swung open with a loud thud, making the two girls startled. It was their boss, Mr. Chiba, who had a talent for making even the most mundane entrances feel like a scene from a telenovela. His brow was furrowed, and his eyes locked onto Y/n like a laser-guided missile.

"Y/n, can I see you in my office?" Mr. Chiba's voice was a mix of seriousness and the kind of irritation reserved for people who put pineapple on pizza. Rina looked at her and whispered to her. "Go now before that balding volcano bursts!"

Y/n she nodded and gulped. "Sure, Mr. Chiba," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. She followed him to his office, her mind racing with worst-case scenarios. Maybe he found out about the time she used the company printer to make Jujutsu Kaisen flyers. We didn't know.

As she stepped into the cluttered office, Mr. Chiba gestured to a chair. "Have a seat, Y/n."

She sat down, clutching her sketchbook like it was a protective talisman. "Is everything okay, Mr. Chiba?"

He sighed, rubbing his temples. "Y/n, you're a talented artist, but lately... well, let's just say your dedication to your art and your obsession with Jujutsu Kaisen are at odds with your job performance."

Y/n blinked. "What do you mean?"

Mr. Chiba pulled out a folder and opened it, revealing a series of incidents. "For instance, the time you used company paints to create a mural of Gojo Satoru on the break room wall."

Y/n cringed. "It was motivational art!"

He continued, unfazed. "Or when you converted the company newsletter into a Jujutsu Kaisen fan fiction. It was... creative, but not exactly professional."

"It was a crossover hit!" Y/n protested. "People loved it!"

"And the incident with the Gojo Satoru screensaver on the presentation laptop during the investor meeting?"

Y/n winced. "Okay, that one might've been a bit much." She looked at the ground.

Mr. Chiba leaned back, a look of exasperation on his face. "Y/n, you have passion, but it's not translating well into your work here. I'm afraid I have to let you go."

Y/n's heart sank. " Are you.............. firing me?"

He nodded solemnly and give her the envelope. "I'm sorry, but yes. We need someone who can focus on the job at hand, not just on their personal interests. Here is your last pay. I hope you'll find a job that is suitable for your hobbies."

She stood up and get the envelope, trying to muster some dignity. "Well, I guess this is it then. Thanks for the opportunity, Mr. Chiba." She bowed and walked away.