Facing Adversities

Chapter 2

AN: Thank you for continuing! I have some ideas for how this is going to play out, so I hope you enjoy! I'll be busy with assignments coming up so I cannot guarantee regular uploads, but I will try!

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*Midoriya POV*

I cautiously walked into the large office. Right in front of me, across from the door, stood Kacchan's desk. It was large with four drawers in it, two on each side. To the left stood a massive bookshelf. It was filled to the brim with all sorts of books, many looking rather old. On the other side of the room sat a small sofa and coffee table. A glass of tea sat steaming on the table.

Kacchan cleared his throat, forcing me back into this hell. He gave me a look I couldn't decipher, something almost kind yet threatening. He turned from me for a moment.

"Thank you Marissa. You may leave." He gave her a large smile, the only genuine smile I had ever seen from him. As my mouth hung open, she gave a light curtsey and proceeded to leave the room.

He turned back to me. The smile was ripped off his face and replaced with his signature smirk. His voice lowered as he spoke. "Forgive me for my kindness. My employees deserve kindness for what they do for me."

I was confused. I am supposed to be working for him, too. Shouldn't I get some kindness? Then I remembered who I am.

"Sit down."

"W-what?" I mutter.

"Sit down. Get comfortable. You won't be for long." He gestures to a white plush seat across from his large, brown leather one. I slowly make my way to the chair, only sitting after he sits in his.

"I am quite aware of your situation, Deku," he says with a sneer. I cringe slightly at the old name. He continues. "I know how bad you need this job, so I expect you to work like it. The application stated I needed a cleaner, which originally was my purpose. However, since I have a special case, I am going to renegotiate those terms."

The way he says this puts me off. He doesn't seem to be doing me a favor by knowing me. I can only guess the horrors in store. Instead, I lightly ask, "What did you plan on adding?"

He chuckled lowly and looked up at me through his lashes. He looked beautiful. I always thought so. I learned I liked men when I was in middle school. I held it inside for a long time, not wanting to believe I was even more of an outcast. Every time I saw Kacchan, it only solidified my feelings. I always looked up to him, so I guess it makes sense why its him.

My mom is the only one who knows. She has never asked questions, but only supported me. I never told her who I fell for, only that someone caught my eye. I vow to never tell Kacchan. I can't imagine the pain it would cause me to be rejected by him. Not to mention the pain of his never ending reason after.

He begins speaking again. "You will not only clean my office and agency, but you will also follow my every command. No matter what I ask."

I look at him confused. Every command? What possibly could he command? I begin to think. I wouldn't doubt it would be something horrible, maybe cleaning the bathroom with my mouth, maybe streaking through his agency. The possibilities were endless, each more humiliating than the last.

Despite my better judgment, I ask, "Every command? What do you mean?"

He chuckles again. My worry is growing ten fold by now.

"Every command means what it means. You'll have to wait for them to come. Unless, of course, you refuse?"

He was taunting me. Of course he was. He knew I couldn't refuse this job. My mother needs me. I sigh and reluctantly mutter "I do not refuse. I accept your terms."

A wicked smile grows across his face, turning him almost into the cheshire cat. "Perfect," he growls. "You start tomorrow." A shiver makes its way down my spine. What did I get myself into?

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Sorry for the long wait! All of this COVID-19 craziness has really put this in the back of my mind. I will try to update more! Let me know how you are liking the story!