The Invitation (OHSHC x Male!Reader) DISCONTINUED

Homelife: Part 1

(That's Jirou :)))

I walked in to see that Mr. Hakamada was already seated, but I noticed a younger man was with him. "Welcome, gentlemen." I greeted and they both stood up. "Boy, where is Mr. (l/n)? I'm done wasting my time sitting here." He said rather harshly. Jirou and I smirked. "Mr. Hakamada, you're staring at the owner of (l/n) Essence. This is (m/n) (l/n), the child of Raizo and Marie (l/n)." Jirou introduced.

The man's face turned white. I walked over to sit at my desk, while my butler stood at my side. "Now let's begin, don't want you wasting any more of your time, now do we?" I smugly said and the two men sat down. "Do you have the papers I've asked of you?" He nodded and held them up so Jirou could get them for me. I examined each paper carefully, but quickly, seeing if this man took me for a simpleton.

And indeed he did.

"Do you think I'm stupid, Mr. Hakamada?" I asked as I sharply gazed back up at him. "N-no Mr. (l/n)." He replied nervously, fear in his eyes. "Then why do you think you can get away with this shit?!" I said as I stood straight and tall. "Why the hell would I give you authority over my new product? You should be grateful you even work for me." I said coldly, making Jirou like me even more.

"I believe you know the consequences, Mr. Hakamada," I stated in a calm voice. Both of the men's eyes widened and Mr. Hakamada started towards me, but Jirou stepped forward, intimidating him tremendously. I then tore the papers he gave me apart. His fear changed to rage as he now glared at me, while I merely gazed back at him.

"I'm strict about those I let into my inner circle. I run a very large business, far larger than yours." I could see that the man was shaking with rage, like a little kid who couldn't get what he wanted. "How about this though, you are now in charge of handing my products to my companies and having your men deliver them to my private customers," I straightened my suit and looked over to the young man that accompanied Hakamada.

"I never got your name," I said as I stared emotionlessly at him. "I'm Hakamada's son, Seiji Hakamada." I nodded and straightened my desk as I said, "Well, I hope you don't turn out like your father." Now, this blew Hakamada's fuse. "How dare you insult me in front of my son!" He yelled as he started towards me. Jirou was about to intervene, but I waved him off. "Now now Mr. Hakamada," I smirked. "I'm only speaking the truth."

Mr. Hakamada's face was now in front of mine. I could tell that he was once the looker, but now he was a just an aging man. "Do you even know who I am?" I laughed. "Why are you even playing that card? I have the power in this room. Are you angry because a little boy is more successful than you? Or is it because you're now fired." Both of the men's eyes popped out of their heads. All the while, Jirou was having a hard time from bursting out into a fit of laughs.

"Jirou, why don't you escort Mr. Hakamada to the front door," I ordered as I looked at the tall, tan man. He nodded and grabbed Hakamada by his arms. Seiji was about to follow when I called his name. "Seiji." He stopped and looked at me. I walked from behind my desk to stand in front of him. "You have potential, I want you to work for me," I said as I gave him my card. "If you work truthfully and hard, you'll maybe even be my right-hand man," I said as I smiled at him, making him blush.

"Erm..."

"I understand if you don't want to, considering how I just insulted your father. But you don't understand what it's like to own a company like mine at the age of 16. It's...difficult." He nodded and took my card. "I would be most honored to work with you." I smiled and nodded, giving him a firm handshake. However, before he left, I asked, "Seiji, how old are you?" He blinked and replied, "22." I nodded and dismissed him. Once he left, I plopped down into my comfy swivel chair. "Being a badass is so exhausting." Soon, Jirou came back with a smirk on his face.

"(m/n), have I ever told you that I fucking love you." You chuckled and said, "Jirou, language and no, you haven't." He laughed and I later joined in. I checked the clock on the wall and saw that it was almost 9:30 pm. "Oh, it's almost time to eat dinner," I said, making Jirou look at his watch. "Indeed it is." I stood and stretched, eliciting a cute moan from my lips. "Jeez (m/n), keep making cute noises like that, and I won't be able to control myself." I glared at him and sighed, walking out of the room. Jirou chuckled and followed after me.