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【 And this is why I Hate my Job | Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader x ??? 】

|| The ??? was mainly bc the title wouldn't fit, but I decided, why not play with reader-chans as well ? ~||

Ushijima was in a crisis.

Here he was, on his office chair, wondering how on earth he managed to get this job- when he was supposed to be playing volleyball.

What would happen to his superior volleyball skills that he had managed to bottle up in highschool?

He sighed.

"What a waste,"

Then, he cringed.

What would the world say about his current situation?

Headline: Ushijima Wakatoshi, former Super Ace of Japan, desperate for money! Volleyball star stuck with crappy job! (And in small letters just beside the headline: more on page 3, about Ushiwaka's fall!)

Sipping his coffee, he continued monitoring the many screens in front of him, silently cursing himself for applying for this particular job, already hearing the many laughs he knew that'd come.

Yes. The former top volleyball ace, a condominium security camera guard.

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"Otto-san, I'll be heading out now," Ushijima called, slipping on his shoes.

"I still don't get why you had to take the morning and afternoon shift," his father had grumbled from the couch.

"Can't be picky when we're in a money shortage," he replied bitterly, emphasizing money shortage as much as he could.

"Honey! Take that back! Don't talk so disrespectfully to your parents! We've supported you thoroughly throughout highschool and college! We're teaching you to earn!" his mother scolded from the kitchen, distressed.

"I've earned so much from tournaments..." he muttered.

"Can't tell him that's false," his father nodded.

"Even dad says this is unnecessary!"

"He didn't say that, he said it wasn't false. But I, as your mother, need to teach you a lesson! Besides, you'll never know when something good'll come out of this! Can you not bear with this for one month?! One month, Wakatoshi! And it's you and your volleyball forever! Goodness!" his mother yelled, exasperated. "No wonder you ex had broke up with you! You and your volleyball..."

"Don't even start, please. Anyways, I'm gonna be late," Turning the doorknob, the said boy had stepped out into the open, the fresh scent of the outside welcoming him as he groaned in response, knowing he'd have to put with another 12 hours of oh-so-entertaining work.

Grumpily walking to the train station, he was sure he heard some whispers concerning himself.

"Isn't that Ushijima-senpai? What's he doing out here? Isn't the International Tournament coming up? He's supposed to be practicing!" a young teenage girl had whispered to her friend, who nodded.

Hell yeah I'm supposed to be practicing, but too bad, so sad, 'Ushijima-senpai' got stuck watching people in a condo do their trash for 12 hours every day because apparently I needed to learn how to 'earn the real way'. Mind your own business, woman. He thought, sour moods washing over him like water from a waterfall.

Swiping his train card through the scanner, he entered the waiting area, standing just behind the yellow line, waiting for the train.

The train had arrived after just a few minutes, the doors opening with a 'shhh' before a flood of people rushed out, and he rushed in, grabbing a handle before anyone could take it.