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sk4d3 · 4 months

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Gut feelings; office dealings

toji x f reader office alt universe

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Sometimes when the sun blooms too bright outside, you always get a hunch that maybe you should sneak an umbrella inside your bag. Sometimes its use has been to make your bag heavier, but sometimes, in an ironic way of how nature manifests, it does rain. Directly today you got that weird sensation flowing inside of you, it was a little tickle on your skin that you had unconsciously translated to this particular scenario. So you got to the cabinet in the hallway and fetched your red polka-dot umbrella in case it was one of these odd, bizarre days.

“I hope it doesn't rain though” you mumbled to yourself, but in actuality, you hoped it did rain, just so you could feel that dopamine at the end of the day when your intuition worked in your favor. Also in a twisted way, you found joy in seeing people complain, huffing, and puffing at how that same morning it was shining brighter than any day before. A small smile blooms on your lips but you don't dare say a word.

As you sat on your chair, you immediately heard your coworkers cry out about the change of weather. Clem started panicking because she had put the clothes to dry out in the sun this morning, meanwhile, Spencer grumbled about his car getting dirty after he had just cleaned it last week. You shrugged listening to both of them complain, a small laugh forming in your mouth.

“Smiley aren't we today” a voice spoke behind you as a stack of papers was slammed on your desk. You furrowed your eyebrows and looked up at the author, messy slicked black hair and a small scar on his lips, it was in all his distorted glory, Toji.

He was wearing his usual office suit with his black baggy pants and white shirt. You noticed that he didn't usually wear ties, but today he did and you had to draw back the urge to fix it as it was loose on his neck. A slight smirk played on his lips that looked very concerning combined with the spark of his eyes. He had something up his sleeve and you wouldn't like it, not one bit.

“I need you to finish them by today” he exclaimed, his low deep voice doing something inside of you, a feeling of burning and something more, something unnamed that you would never wish to know of.

You looked down on the documents and whatever you felt, turned upside down as you looked at the material. Your face altered in one of complete terror as you looked through them.

“What the fuck are these?” you cursed as you kept flipping and flipping the pages. They were projects each needing a very detailed digital work. Hell was easier than whatever Mr. Zenin was throwing at your right now.

“Your debt to be paid” he shrugged “If it makes you feel better I'm also going to be helping you with them” Toji grabbed less than half of the stack, smirked like the son of a bitch he is, and walked away from you, so you could to drown in ultimate misery.

On your rookie days, when you had been hired on a whim without a proper interview and a terribly made CV that was created 2 hours before signing up for the spot, you had been excited, so enthusiastic for finally getting a proper job at a proper company. The days of 3 part times a week and scumming for low-paying online jobs were finally over. You hadn't analyzed the situation that maybe you hadn't been scammed for a job but that you were needed for urgency.

Two hours in your own desk stacks were thrown and paper to be worked on with red stamps at the end of the papers signifying the deadline, which was terrifying.

Due in 3 days

Your first days had resulted in underpaid hours and after-work. A lot of after work.And a lot of coffee that you didn't only have to make for yourself but for others. So not only where you made to work on projects that didn't intentionally belong to you, but had to satisfy everyone's needs of being a hardworking, laborlover and kind woman. Or maybe they assigned you as their new slave. Either way the pay was better, or maybe you had to lie to yourself that selling old people beds and dishwashers, and taking care of someones else devil spawn child was not promising.

On your fourth day Mr. Zenin walked by and everyone scurried to their seats. He was the Department Head, someone ushered in your ear. Once every two weeks he did a progress check on everyone on how their work was doing, which apparently had everyone on their tiptoes, like cats on hot bricks.

Maybe it was the lack of coffee that morning or maybe the fact you had a horrible sleep last night. Or was it the constant exploiting of your abilities. Either way you were pissed, and had a serious bone to pick with whoever was trashing the work on you. There is so much one can do and you were past your limit.

You stood up straight and walked towards Mr. Zenin, every step was screaming a different type of insult. He was examining someone's data analysis blueprint for the next products in the market while you glared at him.

After a couple of seconds, his ear twitched, and suddenly he turned to face you. He had felt your hot breath behind him and your murderous look, but when he turned he definitely didn't expect you, he really didn't. So he raised an eyebrow, slammed all the papers he was holding on the table, and paid full attention to you. He was tall and had a messy look, his stare was cold and formidable. He had a horrible scar on his face and even a horrible ironed white button-up. His appearance alone made you re-evaluate if maybe complaining about the amount of work you were hit with was not that bad anyway.

But it was bad

“Welcome, rookie. I hope you enjoy your temporary stay here,” he said before you could respond, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

“Excuse me?”

“I didn't see a hearing problem on your CV, so stop pretending you have one,” he replied coldly. “Get to work. You're so behind that I'm starting to question if adding you to the team was a good idea at all,” he added, rolling his eyes dismissively.

You felt a surge of anger. “Well, your company didn't exactly advertise its poor management and lack of work ethic,” you shot back, your voice tight with frustration.

His eyes narrowed, his expression hardening. “You really don't want this job, do you? You seemed promising for all of five seconds,” he snapped, his irritation now evident.

You took a deep breath, trying to keep your composure. “If you end up firing me, at least compensate me for the overload of work. It's not even my area of expertise,” you said firmly, meeting his gaze head-on.

He narrowed his eyes at that remark and almost felt not only him taking a step back but everyone in the room holding their breaths. He then took long strides to your desk, also bumping into your shoulder in that high school nemesis disrespectful manner. You hadn’t noticed but you had gotten pretty red from embarrassment, that everyone could see. Mr.Zenin then looked at the papers and work flayed on your desk, and the even more that were inside your bag. Not to even that but he suddenly demanded for you to open up your computer so he could analyze the so-called “work you are so behind” .

“Ill ask that you leave work early today, and when i mean early please leave now for home” he suddenly spoke, his back facing you and you could openly admire his huge muscles. His body was a fine piece of work.

“You can't just dismiss me like that” you pushed him so you could stand in front of him and look him in the eyes, those empty dark ones.

“Well I can and I just did so please do as said” he turned his head mumbling. He was looking at a great distance and you had noticed that weirdly his hands had formed into fists. You took a step back afraid that maybe he is about to punch you so hard you might even find the clue to Cleopatra's grave.

Filled with enough humiliation and discomfort, you had then grabbed your bag and stormed out of the office, leaving behind a trail of suppressed anger and unspoken words. You didn't care that everyone was watching, their eyes wide with shock. The cool air outside felt like a balm on your heated skin but the sun was still shining, mocking you with its relentless brightness. You sighed and began your walk home, feeling the weight of your decision pressing down on you.

As you walked, you couldn't help but replay the confrontation in your head. Toji Zenin, , with his intimidating presence and cutting remarks, had completely thrown you.

It would be next Monday when you came to work to notice a completely new staff and a whole week to learn that they were fired, and another month to understand completely that you had been exploited of work by your old colleagues, and months later that Toji zenin had some that for you.

Maybe not for you exactly but he had felt bad, something that he doesn't do.

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