WRONG AFTERLIFE, tbhk ✓

Broadcasting Squad

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"Oh, Teru-kun, how am I going to call them all at once? Should I start searching in every room?"

Teru chuckled. "Of course not, you'll get exhausted if you do that."

'Oh yeah, where's your common sense, Y/N? In the gutter? Or did you poop it already?' You mentally facepalmed at own stupidity.

"You'll anounce that on the intercom, at the broadcasting room."

'In the－'

Eyes as big as saucers and skin turning paper white, your hands holding the folder quivered. Teru questions your sudden change of demeanor.

"Y/N, what's the matter?"

Returning on your senses, you look at him and aggressively shook your head. "N-nothing! I'll go now."

Wherupon his bubbling curiosity, he didn't press more into the subject. "Okay then, thank you for the help."

"You're w-welcome! Bye!" You quickly made your way out of the office. Hearing the door click, nervousness enveloped your body but you still go on your way.

Everytime you put your one foot in front of the other seemed heavy, just to pass by the few rooms. Heck, you're practically dragging yourself.

Halting before the certain door, the word nervous was now an understatement.

Lifting a shaky fist, you gulp down. Pulling it back, your knuckles were about to knock when the door open just in time.

Gaze moving up, well-defined half-lidded greenette stood there. Seeing her usual poker face somewhat calmed you down.

"Hello, Y/N." she spoke in her firm voice. Pushing the door open, Sakura moved aside. "Come in."

"Thank you." Gladly accepting her invitation, you walk in as she closes the door. Stopping on the midway of taking another step, your mouth slightly gaped open.

"Mitsuba?"

Whipping his head at the call of his name, a visible single pink eye blinks in wonder. "Y/N?"

The cat-faced swelter brunette sitting beside Mitsuba winks at you, then cast an eager glance at Sakura.

"Ne, Sakura-chan, who's this pretty girl here?"

Ignoring Natsuhiko's remark, she turned to you. "So Y/N, what brings you here?" Her upfront question reminds you of your business.

"Ah, I need to use the intercom." You gestured the folder. "I just need to announce these real quick."

Nodding, she draw close to the equipment, turning it on. "There you go."

"Thanks." Flashing a smile, you seated yourself near the equipment. Taking the microphone laying beside it, you're about to start when Sakura held up a hand.

"Wait, you forgot to wear this." She grab the headphones and lean in, putting it on you.

She look closely, making sure that it's in the right place and tuck behind your ear the loose strands of your hair.

Feeling her soft fingertips brushed tenderly against your face and having a chance to get a better view of her beautiful features, sure did made your face burn up.

"Okay. You're good to go." Sakura says, moving away from your flustered self.

On the background, Natsuhiko huffed. "Darn it, she already made a move and I still didn't? Unfair." He poutingly commented. To particularly no one's surprise, Mitsuba only frown at this.