Watermelon Sugar - Bokuto Kotaro X OC

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"Oh! Oh, you're back" Obaasan hugged her "Do you feel better? You were supposed to be there for a whole week"

"Koutaro san... brought me back" she softly said.

"He did? Did you meet him there??"

"I don't know why he was there" she said "He's changed so much I barely recognised him"

"What did he say?"

"Nothing. He was rather quiet"

"That's sus behaviour" she said "That's not my grandson!"

"It didn't seem like him" Seikan just looked around.

"You can stay here for a while"

"It's okay. I'll get back to work tomorrow and... things might get better"

"How will you live in that house alone?? And work? From tomorrow? It's barely been a week and-"

"It's okay..." she said. She was a dead person after all. She hadn't been her usual self since Keiji passed but boy was she waiting to get back to her solitude and salty behaviour. "I can manage"

Three days later, she put up a new painting for sale. It was that of a stormy night, like one of those she'd passed through. A ship wreck in a painting was generally considered bad omen and she soon realised that nobody was going to buy it.

"Is that painting for sale?" The same husky voice startled her for a second.

"Not for you" she said turning around to look at him. "You're not welcome here"

"That's harsh, my love" Bokuto feigned holding his hand against his chest before finally getting a hold of himself again. She still had the same effect on him like she did back in Fukurodani, maybe even worse now.

"I need that painting." He sternly said "I also need you to paint one for my office"

"There are more talented artists in Tokyo I'll recomm-"

"I need you" he said.

"I'm busy"

"I'm renovating my office and I'm in dire need of it." He said "I'll buy all the paintings in this gallery if you agree to do it for me"

"Why?"

"What is it?"

"Why are you doing this?" She coldly asked.

"Because I love your paintings. The first time I fell in love with one of your works, I didn't even know it was yours" he smiled "I need it more than you know"

"Fine. Send me the measurements and a picture of your office I'll-"

"Why don't you take a look at my office yourself?"

"I'll send my assistan-"

"You'll paint there. In my office. Nobody else can see it until the renovation is complete. I need it for the opening" he had a rather weird request.

"I don't think that's possible" she flatly smiled.

"Not a soul will disturb you"

"Not even you?"

"Not even me" he promised her.

"Everything happens on my terms"

"However you like it"

"Fine" she said "I'll start tomorrow"

"Thank you" he warmly smiled at her. He even bought the painting she never thought would catch someone's attention.

"Should I give you my very special spatula so you beat some sense into him??" Obaasan was mad at his request "The audacity! Tell me if you don't want to do it. I'll come there myself and-"

"It's okay." She assured her "I'll try to finish it soon"

"Are you sure?"

"I need something to distract myself for a while" Seikan calmly mumbled before making her mind up.

As Seikan drove to his office his grandma called her "I'm just so worried, I think I should go with you"

"Nonsense. You need to rest. You're not in your 20s anymore" Seikan deadpanned.

"Mind what you say, you brat! I don't look a day older than 28!" She corrected her.

"Right" Seikan narrowed her eyes at what Obaasan said.

"Call me every five seconds, okay? Don't make the poor old woman worry too much!"

"I will" she sighed knowing how Obaasan contradicted her own statement from ten seconds ago.

She looked at the towering building and internally scoffed, wondering if it was even a good idea. As soon as she said her name at the reception she was taken to the topmost floor of the office.

"And who might you be?" His secretary gave her the stink eye, judging her from head to toe.

"I'm here on his request" Seikan kept it minimal.

"The Chairman never makes requests. You must be at the wrong place" she smiled bitterly.

"You think so?" Seikan played along.

"Clearly" she looked at Seikan's pink hoodie and shorts.

"Are you sure?"

"Will you leave or should I call security?" The secretary's cheeks were hurting with the fake smile she put on her face.

"I'll leave. I hope you have a good day." Seikan fake smiled back at her before leaving. She quietly took out Bokuto's card and dropped a text before exiting towards the elevators.

"SEI CHAN!!" Seconds later she heard him loud and clear from the entrance of his office. He looked like he ran for life. She gave him a bitter glare before turning back towards the elevator.

"Sei chan!" He extended his arm before her face, blocking her from entering the elevator, panting for breath from running across the hallway.

"It's Tendou for you" she refused to look at him.

"Ah ah ah! Where do you think you're going?" He pulled her right back when she ducked to get into the elevator.

"I was told that I'm at the wrong place. I really thought I was" she coldly said, looking away from him.

The joy in his voice from seeing her faded "Who said that?"

"See that lady over there?" She pointed at his assistant.

"My secretary?"

"Yes, the one who's saltier than I am" she said "She's been looking down on me ever since I stepped out of the elevator"

"Sara!" He glared at her from the distance, making her scurry towards him knowing how she had to apologise to Seikan.

"I told you she's coming today and she's high priority."

"She didn't seem like-"

"Like what?" Bokuto was expecting her to come up with a satisfying answer for the sake of his diminishing tolerance.

"I apologise" she half heartedly said, not wanting to bow down to the girl dressed unprofessionally to his otherwise deluxe office.

Bokuto looked at Seikan for approval.

But Seikan was only starting "Fire her"

"NaNI??" Bokuto hadn't seen it coming.

"You said it was on my terms, didn't you?" She raised her brows.

"Fire your incompetent secretary" she smiled. Yet again.

"Or I'm leaving"