𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒍𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 | 𝑫𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒆 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

₊· ͟͟͞͞ ➳Yay, Back To Hell!

On the last day of vacation, you and Daisuke's family shared heartfelt goodbyes. After dinner filled with laughter and connection, you exchanged contact information, solidifying the bond you'd formed.

As everyone went their separate ways, it was clear they had welcomed
you into their lives, leaving you with the promise of staying in touch beyond the trip.

The time had finally come to return to the grind at Pony Express Inc.
—back to delivering packages,
dodging dogs, dealing with pissed-off customers, and surviving Curly's antics.

And then there was Jimmy.

Daisuke's car rolled into the parking lot, engine humming as he parked.
He'd been making it a routine to pick you up before work, claiming it was to save you gas money, but you knew better. It was just an excuse to spend more time together—not that you were complaining.

As the car came to a stop, he got out and grabbed your bag from the backseat.
"Alright, let's get this over with,"
he said, grinning as he handed it to you.

You let out a dramatic groan, brushing a strand of hair out of your face as the March breeze hit you.
"I already feel my soul leaving my body. Why am I like this every Monday?"

"Because you have to deal with Curly. That's enough to drain anyone's will to live."
Daisuke chuckled, slinging his own bag over his shoulder.

"Don't remind me. And what fresh hell do you think he's cooked up today?"
Laughing, you rolled your eyes.

"Guess we're about to find out,"
he replied with a low chuckle, his voice carrying that teasing edge you couldn't help but smile at.

Walking side by side, you made your way across the parking lot, the sound of gravel crunching under your shoes filling the quiet between you.
You glanced up at him, his easy stride and relaxed posture making you wonder how he always managed to look so cool, even on the most mundane days.

Immediately, the scent of coffee and cardboard boxes hit you, and your eyes scanned the room.
Everywhere you looked, there were green streamers, shamrock cutouts, and glittery decorations taped to every flat surface.

You stopped in your tracks.

"Fucking Saint Patrick's Day?!"
you groaned, staring at the ridiculous display.

Daisuke raised an eyebrow, clearly amused.
"What do you think Curly's got planned? A green suit? Leprechaun trivia hour?"

You pinched the bridge of your nose.
"If I see him in a fake beard yelling 'top o' the mornin' to ya,' I'm quitting on the spot."

Daisuke laughed, his shoulders shaking as he leaned slightly into you. "You'd miss me too much."

"And? We see each other every day outside of work."
you replied with a smirk, heading toward the locker room with him close behind.

When you got there, you tossed your bag into your locker with a bit more force than necessary.
Daisuke leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching you with that lazy grin that drove you crazy in the best way.

"You're gonna kill your
locker door one day,"
he teased.

"I'm gonna kill Curly first."
You ignored him and grabbed your time card.