*Monday morning*
Walking into work on Monday was basically the walk of shame. I was being stared at and whispered about. An envelope was in my hand, and it was one of those large orange ones.
Instead of heading to my own office first, I was on my way to see Yuzuha. Top floor. It had been a while since I had been here.
"Ah Kasumi, what a wonderful surprise! It's so good to see that you're feeling better!" The bubbly mother of two of my best friends greeted.
I placed the envelope on her desk, holding my lips together tightly. Yuzuha glanced at it, and then at me, "What's that, dear?"
"My resignation."
My boss looked like I had just slapped her across the face, "You're resigning?!" High-pitched and strained was the only way to explain the way she sounded.
"Yes. From modelling. Quitting while I'm ahead, as they might say." My eyes stayed trained on the floor now.
I could hear her slump back into her chair and let out a sigh of relief, "Oh thank goodness! I thought you were leaving me high and dry, honey!"
"No, never. This is my dream job, I'd never leave."
"I'm holding you to that. Now, this is big news, we need to hold you a press conference. I'll get right on that," she told me this, completely catching me off-guard. "You go get a speech ready. I'm expecting you to be prepared."
I knew I couldn't argue with her, but as I made my way back to my office, my head was spinning. There isn't a way to prevent this now. Yuzuha is one of those people where once their mind is made up about something, it isn't changing.
"Alright... now how should this go..." For all I knew, it could take me days to figure out how to put and ending on one of the largest portions of my life, but I had until noon.
I opened my laptop and began to type. Throughout people stepping to welcome me back and others asking if I needed anything, my fingers didn't stop. By the time I had finished, my speech was three pages long. I edited and revised until it was all on one sole page. It was less than perfect, but then again, nothing like this could ever be perfect.
When there was only lunch between me and my announcement, I could hardly eat a thing.
"Kasumi, eat something. It's not good for you to not eat, you know?" Hikaru tried to convince me to eat, but it'd be no good.
I simply shook my head, "I can't, if I eat I'll puke in the middle of my press conference."
He rolled his eyes, "And if you don't, you might pass out."
There was some validity to his statement, I hadn't eaten breakfast this morning either. I had been far too nervous.
"Is there any specific reason why you're giving up modelling now, Kasumi? Did Kyoya or Tamaki say something?" Hikaru questioned, raising an eyebrow at me.
"No. I had a surgery, and now there's scarring on my body, and before you say anything, plastic surgery isn't an option for me. I find it immoral," I informed him, daring to take a small bite from my food.
He gave me an odd look, "Very noble of you, I guess."
"And besides, seven years is a long enough career, right? How many fashion shows was I in?"
"14, I do believe," he replied in stride with my question.
"And my work days will be so easy from now on. There will be so little stress due to time that I might adopt a puppy," I smiled at him as I said it, "You know, I've always wanted a dog... I might just do it."
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The City Didn't Make Me Fall (OHSHC)
Fanfiction[Sequel to Your Tricks Won't Make Me Fall!!] Seven years have passed since Kasumi went away, and she's finally ready to return home. She thought she would go home as soon as she turned 18; when the choice was hers. One of the universities that Yuzu...
