(I'm also publishing this on Ao3 and they seem to like it aha)
The morning of the fourth day Kaede practically shoves me out the door, insisting I look for a job.
"It's not that Shuichi and I don't want you around, believe me we love you so much already," She told me, "but we figured you'll want your own place again soon and you need to make some money."
I really don't have the time to spend on a job, I got to focus on romancing Nagito Komaeda, but.....
I really should be keeping up a good appearance.
"Alright...do you at least know anywhere hiring?" I had replied.
"No idea. Good luck Hajime!" She had sang and pushed me out the door, me not having the slightest clue what to do next.
So here I am, wandering the streets of...I still don't know the name of this town, dammit!
The sky is all grey and cloudy today, the air is quite warm. It's definitely going to storm later, I'd stake my orange juice on it. I miss the rain, I'm excited to experience a storm again.
Luckily, out the corner of my eye I barely catch the 'HELP WANTED' sign in the window of some quaint little café.
Ah, lucky number...one I guess. I suppose it wouldn't hurt to go inside and inquire.
I double-back a couple steps and push my way inside. I guess it isn't this places' rush-hour since there's only a handful of customers inside. This place has a nice cottage core theme. I could get used to this...
I go up to the front counter and ring the bell. A peppy server immediately turns and bounces up to me. "Welcome to our café! Ibuki's name is Ibuki! What can Ibuki get for you?" They ask cheerfully. I scratch the back of my neck nervously.
"I'm...actually here about the 'help wanted' sign." I admit. Ibuki nods thoughtfully.
"Ibuki sees. Ibuki will go get a manager then. Please go wait over there." They direct, pointing to the end of the counter in the rightwards direction. I nod gratefully.
"Thank you so much."
I walk over and lean against the end of the counter as Ibuki disappears into the back room. I idly drum my fingers against the counter, trying to get something to occupy my nervous hands.
I wonder how long until I can see a manager. I hope they're at least someone kind and understanding and-son of a bitch!
What kind of fanfiction bullshit is this?!
Nagito Komaeda, with a black sweater and a green apron, hair pulled back with a rubber band comes out of the back room. He has a pencil tucked behind his ear and glasses perched on the end of his cute lil' nose. In his hand, a clipboard.
He bustles over, checking some notes on his clipboard. "Okay, I understand you're interested in," He looks up, surprised, "Hajime!"
"Nagito, I didn't know you worked here!" I say.
"That's Mr. Komaeda to you, Applicant." He replies with a teasing smile. I roll my eyes and sigh, prompting Nagito to smirk slightly, making a note on his paper.
"I am, in fact, interested in this job, Mr. Komaeda." I say confidently. Nagito giggles.
"That was a joke, you can just keep on calling me Nagito." He chuckles. I let out an annoyed sigh. "So Hajime, why are you interested in this position?"
I feed him the generic stuff I've ever said in any job interview. All of it.
"This seems like a nice environment to work in. I feel I would be the best fit for the position. I want to make others happy with coffee and scones."
Nagito does the last thing I expect; he rolls his eyes.
"What?!" I demand. Oh great, Hajime, that's how you treat your potential boss.
"That's just such a cliché, bullshit answer." He says. I grit my teeth.
"Excuse me?" I growl.
"I've done my fair share of interviews and they've all said stuff like that," He explains, "don't you have something unique?"
I'm only here because my life depends on you falling in love with me and I need a job to blend in. I'm supposed to be flirting with you and romancing you, not spending some time on a stupid, boring job.....well, no time like the present.
I look him dead in the eyes. "Because I quite fancy the manager and I want to stare at him all day." I say seriously. His face stretches into a smile.
"Is that so? That's unprofessional, Mr. Hinata~" He goads, making another note on his clipboard, "so you like the employee atmosphere here, huh? And lets see...you have experience, I don't need to hear a word of it from you so don't bother, and-"
I frown. Is he...filling in the correct answers for me?!
"I don't have a resume-" I try to chime in but he immediately cuts me off.
"Shut up Hajime, you don't know what you're talking about. And here and here...and....done!"
He shakes my hand. "We'll be in touch."
"I, uh, thanks?" I say, confused out of my damn mind.
"Alright, good day Mr. Hinata." He replies simply before turning and walking away.
That was the fastest interview of my existence.
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Later that evening I get a call from Nagito regarding the job. He kinda interrupted Shuichi and I's chess game; which was unfortunate as Shuichi is actually good. I've finally met my match.
"You're hired."
I nearly spit out my soda. "What?!"
"Ah yes, I'll explain. You're the only one whose applied in weeks, Hajime. We're very short-staffed and desperate." He explains.
"Is that why you faked through the interview like that?"
"That's right. Don't worry, I'll train you personally so you'll become a pro."
One on one time with Nagito. That's a good time for flirting.
"...I appreciate it."
"Could you start Monday? Please?" He requests with an edge of desperation in his voice.
"Yeah, sure."
"Thank you! I'm glad you're joining us! I'll see you soon, bye Hajime!"
"...bye?"
That was another weird interaction. But that's fair, Nagito is a weird guy. And I still have no idea how I'm going to get close to him so-
"Who was that?" Shuichi asks as I turn back to our chess game.
"The manager of the place I applied to."
"Good news I hear?"
"Yes."
"Splendid."
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100 Days-Komahina
Fanfiction"You have 100 days to get Komaeda Nagito to fall in love with you. Otherwise, you die." Hajime was not one to disobey the Queen Of Hell's orders.
