polka dots // juuzou suzuya x reader

C H A P T E R O N E

C H A P T E R

O N E

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i'll play the game

i'll do everything you tell me

all the losers win in the end  

- numb

meg myers

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"Wake up Y/N!" Called a loud voice, bouncing off the bedroom walls. I rolled over on to my side, not wanting to get up, regardless of the plans I had today. "Five more minutes!" I groaned in annoyance, yelling back at the annoying voice that interrupted my sleep. "It's your first day of work, idiot." My roommate, Jake, replied back. "Ugh, why are you up so early?" I asked, confused as to why he was in fact standing in my doorway.

"I'm awake so i can annoy you." He spoke back, holding in a laugh as he walked further into my bedroom. "Ugh, I'll just call in sick. I don' wanna go." I said, sitting up and holding my head in my hands. "You can't call in sick on your first day. Plus, you went through all that training to get this job, why ruin it?" Jake said, shaking his head at my idiotic remark.

I groaned loudly as I through my comfortable blankets off of my warm body. I flung my legs over the edge of the mattress so hard that I almost fell face first onto the carpeted floor. Pulling myself up from my kneeling position on the floor, I walked towards the bathroom to take a shower. "Can you make me some breakfast?!" I yelled to Jake as I turned on the water. I never heard a reply, but knowing the way we both eat take out for dinner everyday, there would be some leftover pizza or something in the fridge.

Standing under the warm flow of water I sighed in contempt, finding it easier to open my eyes up completely. I don't know how i'm going to be able to leave the warmth of my shower just to go work a fifteen-hour shift. "Maybe I should have just stayed working at McDonald's." I sighed sadly. This first day was going to be difficult, no to mention all of the days to follow. The job I've chosen was going to be a lot of responsibility to take on, but I wanted to make a difference in this world. 

After about ten more minutes basking in the glory of the warm water in my shower, I turned off the shower and walked into my room and over to my closet. What I would be wearing was still undecided, but I knew whatever I wore would have to be work appropriate and most defiantly not rude. There was no way I was going to wear a skirt, though, that was as much as I knew.

"I'll wear this then." I settled for a white Metallica shirt with a red and black plaid flannel button up shirt over the top. As for my pants, I decided a pair of shorts would be the easiest to move around in, considering my job would involve a lot of physical movement. Looking in the mirror I knew that this outfit was more on the casual side of clothing, but i'd just have to let my employers tell me what I can and can't wear when I get there.

"Y/N! Foods ready!" Jake exclaimed from our dining room area, that was connected to the kitchen and lounge room."Coming!" I yelled back as I slipped on some white high-top shoes. I could feel my stomach grumble as I jogged into the kitchen, seeing that Jake had prepared some nachos for my breakfast. "Mmm, healthy." I laughed, taking a seat so that I could eat the "breakfast" meal. "You excited, Y/N?" Jake questioned, a fake quizzical look on his face as he stared from the stove.

"Hell yes!" I exclaimed, closing my eyes as I fist bumped the air, "Killing ghouls is gonna be so fun!" I continued, my feet and legs jumping up and down beneath the dinner table. "Just, make sure your careful, ok? I can;t handle losing you too." He said, looking at me sadly. Before I got this job, he used to always tell me to steer clear of anything involving Ghouls for an occupation. He's been worried about me ever since we moved to Tokyo together.