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#ushiatsu (+ implied SakuAtsu) CEO Ushijima x Office Worker Atsumu
It had been a week since Atsumu started his new job, and things were looking rather bleak.
Work was not going well, especially after he'd messed up, missing deadlines for assignments not once, but twice.
It had been a week since Atsumu started his new job, and things were looking rather bleak.
Work was not going well, especially after he'd messed up, missing deadlines for assignments not once, but twice.
To be fair, Atsumu had nobody to blame but himself.
His pride had gotten the better of him. Wanting to prove to his boss that he was capable of managing projects concurrently, he'd bitten off more than he could chew without considering what he already had on his plate.
His pride had gotten the better of him. Wanting to prove to his boss that he was capable of managing projects concurrently, he'd bitten off more than he could chew without considering what he already had on his plate.
As somebody who had been recommended to work for Ushijima Wakatoshi by a certain CEO he may or may not have had an office fling with, Atsumu knew better than anyone else that he was underperforming.
He knew that he was by no means achieving what Ushijima expected of him.
He knew that he was by no means achieving what Ushijima expected of him.
#UshiAtsu hurt/comfort prompt!
Atsumu stared at the phone in his hands.
The screen had blacked out a while ago. He wouldn't be able to tell anyone how long if they asked, but he couldn't seem to stop staring.
Atsumu stared at the phone in his hands.
The screen had blacked out a while ago. He wouldn't be able to tell anyone how long if they asked, but he couldn't seem to stop staring.
He knew his empty glass still sat on the bar counter, waiting for him to do something about it. He could ask for it to be filled again, but a voice in his head that sounded suspiciously like Osamu told him that was probably not a good idea.
He nearly fell out of his stool when a hand, seemingly out of nowhere, touched his lower back.
A very broad, familiar hand.
"Wakatoshi," he faced the man, surprise clear on his face.
Said man gestured to the stool beside Atsumu, and sat down once he got a nod from the blond.
A very broad, familiar hand.
"Wakatoshi," he faced the man, surprise clear on his face.
Said man gestured to the stool beside Atsumu, and sat down once he got a nod from the blond.
