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Kōkan Sayaka's POV
"You can't wear a fucking suit everywhere Nighteye!! Someone's gonna recognise you, then the mission will fail, and we will all die."
He sighs and looks at me with half lidded eyes.
"Then what do you expect me to do? Wear sweatpants like some unformal scum? You're too humorous." He retorted dryly, with raised eyebrows and an unamused glare.
I huff and cross my arms. "No, you would wear like... jeans and some polo shirt or whatever," I look back at him with a serious look. "The only guys who go in clubs in suits are guys ready to get smashed. In both drunk and dirty ways." I add, snickering a bit the end. I shove my hands in my pockets and watch him contemplate my reasonings.
"Fine," I cheer inwardly, the corner of my lip curling. "-But!" He adds, holding up a finger.
"If I were to wear what you had just chosen," My small smile got replaced by a frown.
"Then you must wear what I decide." I groan and run my hands through my hair, pacing around his office in my baggy ass clothes and no makeup on whatsoever.
"Bruh," I start, already feeling my brain generating some sort of argument that would still be driven over by his logic.
"I don't have any fashion sense at all, also I can barely get my makeup done some mornings, and-"
"Then I will pick the clothes, and you can get one of your friends who can actually do makeup to help you, or you can just not wear it at all."
I made the wise decision and shut my mouth as he continued on.
"Remember, This is just to gain more information on the Horikoshi case we're starting." His glasses glinted in the light and prevented me from seeing his yellow pupils.
"Who knows what kind of information the underdogs of his organization brag about when they're drunk."
The other day, whilst surveillancing the city, Nighteye discovered a couple of underdogs working under a powerful villian named Horikoshi, and used his quirk on them.
Since his newest intern, Bubblegirl, was only 16 and still in school, he chose me to do the dirty work with him, also because of the fact Centipede was uncomfortable in these situations.
"Sure, fine, okay," I agree reluctantly, throwing up my hands in defeat. "-But!" I mimic, holding up one finger. I see his eyebrow twitch in irritation and I smirk slightly.
"It can't be too revealing, and it can't be too bright. Like, it has to be so normal that people won't notice and or try to rape me."
Nighteye rolls his eyes at my pessimism and picks up his pen, already starting to return to his paperwork.
"Sure, fine, okay," He mutters in a high pitched tone. I scoff at him playfully and shove my hands out of my pockets and strut down the hallway to my own office. I grimace at the thought of the torture that would I would soon have to endure for a paycheck.
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The camera beeped as I start the filming.
I sit on a chair and face the camera with sunglasses on my face, with the new intern, Awata Kaoruko behind the camera filming. She was muffling her laughs behind her hands while steadying the camera.
"My name is Kōkan Sayaka and I've worked here for, well, about 2 and a half weeks by now." I adjust my position in my seat while smiling slightly.
"Y'know, I just really do love working here, its just, we all have a lot of laughs." I smile and laugh lightly at the camera. The scene changes and we're each in our offices and I pass Centipede's room.
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