The morning sun started to rise, the smell of petrichor seeped in from the windows; which were left open from the day before. When Yato's alarm clock went off for the third time this morning, he mumbled under his breath as he reached beside him towards his nightstand. “Shut up…” As expected, his alarm clock didn’t take commands from him, as he couldn’t reach his alarm clock. Each time he heard the alarm clock go off, he would push it farther away from him, this time a big crash was heard. He shot up from his bed from the sound, looking around: What the hell?!
When he finally was awake enough from sitting up, he looked down on the floor towards his alarm clock. It was nine minutes towards nine clock and that meant he was an hour late for work. Blinking once to see if he was just dreaming, sadly he wasn’t. “No no no no!” Yato screamed at himself as he shot out of bed, falling forward when he lost his footing. His body wasn’t stable enough to even fall correctly, as his face hit the ground first and his ass was straight up from the ground before scrambling back up from the floor, rubbing his head, “Vero is going to kill me!”
After thirty minutes of getting dressed, getting his suitcase ready for the day and running to the train station; thankfully next door- his stomach started to growl as he sat in his normal spot on the train station, taking deep breaths as a panic attack started to consume him.
I am so going to get fired, I never been late before and Vero was already on his last marble when it came to making my life a living hell.
Pulling out his phone to see if he had any missed calls, negative; however, he had three unread messages from two different people.
[TXT from: Shasha]: Where the hell are you?! Everyone is starting to worry about you and Vero doesn’t look happy at all when he got here this morning! It seems like he didn’t have a good night last night. Better just make up a good excuse right now, since he’s probably going to kill you now. We all know that Vero only gives you a hard time… best of luck whenever you get here, my friend.
[TXT from: Vero]: 🍑 Where are you?
[TXT from: Vero]: Oh- you must think that this job is highschool? Trust me 🍑, you better get your 🍑 here. If you do a no-call, no-show, I will personally fire you myself.
Yato needed this job to work out, he didn’t have enough funds to even keep himself healthy in his small apartment. He was living paycheck to paycheck and he liked his life to stay that way. His hands started to shake, he decided to leave Vero’s message’s on read and sent a message back to Shasha instead.
[TXT to: Shasha]: I woke up late! My alarm clock didn’t go off! Tell everybody I'll be there in five minutes, I am on the train right now.
Putting his phone back into his black skinny jeans, noticing he totally forgot to put underwear on. Ugh, this is the worst possible thing that could be happening right now. He hated not having underwear on; it always made him feel like everyone could see everything. He stood up when the train dinged for his stop as he pulled on his pants, making them go down a little. My dick feels like a cat is rubbing against it and going to bite it any minute...
Of course, Yato should be worrying about other matters instead of him being without underwear.
When he got into the office building, his heart was racing so much that he was sweating bullets. Fanning himself with a piece of paper from his suitcase in the elevator, his office was on the 5th floor which included everyone else who was an artist and writer. It was a simple layout; right when you came out of the elevator for the floor was a long hallway, the first door on the right was where his desk was, which was combined with an artist on the left and writer on the right. Since he was the head artist he was at the head of the table complex and behind him was the desk for the head writer, Vero. Anything he did on his computer screen, vero could see, so he had no time to even check his socials on the computer.
A sigh escaped him as he opened the door to the office, everyone looked at him from their seats, mumbling to themselves casually looking at him while doing work. He noticed Sasha, who was unevenly smiling at him, hinting she was very worried about him.
He felt a dagger targeting his body as he walked closer to the head of the department, taking his seat. He didn’t need to look at Vero, he could tell he was already pissed off at him. Taking a deep breath, Yato finally signed into his computer for the day’s work. That is when a black arora; sense was seeping from behind him, flinching as he turned his head around to see Vero glaring down at him.
Vero looked like he just saw some disgusted trash that was left outside for a couple of days, and with a closer glance he even had bags under his eyes and his left eye was twitching. “Boss -- Ver-” Yato started before Vero cut him off by waving a hand in front of his face.
“Two hours late? Not even a notice or a call beforehand that you were going to be late? This better be good, Peach.” Vero spat out towards him, almost seeming to start growling at him with anger. It made Yato flinch, making him lean back from him as much as possible. His nickname ‘Peach’ was always used to piss Yato off, or to even tease him. He never heard Vero say it when he was out raged by his stupid actions before.
He had to think carefully on what came out of him: he didn’t want more backlash from his boss, but he sure didn’t want him to think he was a pushover who would let anyone yell at him in front of all their co-workers. However; since his personality always helped him to get out of trouble in the past, why would it not help him right now?
Shaking his hands in front of him, starting up a bit of a dramating prow.
“Oh please… Please spare me. I am just a fool and I got so drunk last night that I forgot to set my alarm clock.” Yato, of course, started peeking with one eye open, looking up at Vero’s face to see if he would believe the act.
One of the co-workers sitting on the right started to speak up on Vero’s behalf. “Maybe next time, don’t drink so much that Vero wouldn’t be in trouble for covering you for being late?!”
Covering for me?! What did he mean by that? Did the headmaster come in here and demanded where he was?! Crap this is going to cost me.
“Right, right! He’s right. Next time before I even start drinking again, I will set an alarm! My drunk self is so dumb…. You know I can’t handle myself when I see alcohol.. I just have to drink it.”
Yato laughed nervously, as he placed his hands down on his lap, bowing his head towards Vero. Please, Please take the bait. Even if I don’t even drink that much anymore, someone has to believe me?
Vero sighed, pinching the ends of his nose by his eyebrows to help the tense feeling. Picking up a stack of papers that were on his desk and slapping it on Yato’s desk in front of him.
“Just do your work. Don’t let this happen again-” He said, turning around and speaking once more; “-Maybe I should teach you how to handle your alcohol?“ He then asked, grinning.
Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.
To be honest, Vero had no other way but to tolerate the lie. He was never late before and since it was his own department, he didn’t have time to find someone else to replace him and filing all that paperwork on why he was fired would be troublesome. Plus, first time fuck-up’s at a job was never a good idea to fire someone. It would look bad to the company and his supervisors.
Yato eased up a little in his desk, letting out a sigh that he was holding in.
That was a close one.. But what did he even mean by teaching me?! I never went to the company parties before, so no one knew if I could drink or not.
He knew he was a lightweight but he didn’t want to show anyone that side. He looked towards the pile of papers on his desk-- he wanted to cry. This was more than enough of a week’s worth of documents! What, did he want me to do all this today?! How would I even do so many mock up’s in one day?!
A couple of hours passed, and everyone was silent in the room. Anything and everything anyone could hear was keyboard tapping, clicking and Vero’s phone going off every five minutes. It wasn’t even his work phone, and it was driving Yato nuts.
He wanted to turn around and tell Vero off, to turn off his phone or tell his friends to shut the fuck up. Since he was already in deep shit with Vero, Yato decided to hold his tongue. Planning a different method would be a better idea. Vero always left his phone and computer unlocked when he left his desk to go do other tasks or even to use the bathroom. It was very bold of him to even leave all of his personal stuff unlocked, trusting people around him that they wouldn’t go and snoop in his personal data.
The only reason why Yato even knew this side of him, was only because they had to work together for three years now. Anyone who worked so close together could find out bad habits from the other.
Another hour passed; the clock hit four-o-clock and Vero got up from his seat. Looking back at everyone.
“I will be in a meeting for an hour. If you need anything from me. Leave it at my desk or wait until I get back.” When he walked past Yato, he bumped into his chair and grinned at him. “I hope you like doing overtime tonight, because I volunteered for you.”
Pushing his black bangs back showing off his handsome features, his face was slim, smooth tan and whenever he showed himself smiling towards Yato. It always made Yato wonder why this guy was so good looking but had such a bad attitude.
I feel bad for his girlfriend or any of his lover’s. Being a tool and a man tool-- must be hard….
Yato rolled his eyes towards Vero. “Whatever.” Just leave already, so I can tell your friends to fuck off for you.
When Vero finally left the room, Yato rolled his chair right in front of Vero’s desk. Not wanting the other’s to ask what he was doing or to come over.
“Hmmm, I remember Vero asking me to do some tasks for him.” Acting like he was writing some things down on a piece of paper on his desk, picking up Vero’s phone in his other hand and carefully trying not to lock it.
Turning the volume down on the phone before looking at all the unread messages he had.
What the heck? Was he not even answering anyone?
Supposedly he only had two senders that were even sending messages. One was named Mama Bear, which made him giggle at once.
Mama bear? Oh jee… Come on, Vero. That’s such a dork way to nickname your own mother.
The other sender was from a name that he heard of but couldn’t make up who it actually was. His name was Kyo and his profile picture was a heart.
Hmmm...This must be his lover or something like that...I don’t think anyone would randomly put a heart for the sender ID if they are just friends.
Curiousity hit him pretty hard and Yato started to look into the chatroom with Kyo in it.
[Text from: Kyo]
I love you so much, have a good day at work. I’ll see you in the morning when you wake up. I am going to work right now! This meeting is taking forever...can’t wait to see you! [Received: a few days ago]
I can’t believe you! Why would you throw out my favorite shirt? Just because you are rich doesn’t mean you can throw out anything and just give me new shit. [Received: five days ago.]
Yato rolled his eyes. Over a shirt? Come on. This sounds like a childish thing to do. Half of the text messages were just Kyo complaining about the mess he left at the house, Vero never even replying to them. When he went down more towards the recent text messages from last night, it seemed like he actually sent something back to him.
[Text from: Vero]
Are you serious right now? After how many years we have been together. You found someone else and just up and left me?! I gave you everything you always wanted, I always loved you when you wanted it. What does this guy have that I don’t? I know it’s not because of my size because clearly it’s not when you can’t even walk after we have sex. Your note is shameful and you should have talked to me in person about it.
[Message received seconds ago from: Kyo]
You are a horrible person to talk to in person. I wouldn’t doubt you would hold something over my head to make me stay with you. [Three hours ago]
It seems after that, he kept on sending messages to Vero.
[Text from: Kyo]
He is more of a man that you could ever be! He treats me like I am a man and not a damn slave! He even actually pays attention to me and not just his work!
I never want to talk to you ever again and you end up texting me?! Like fuck off please.
You're just pissed off that you have to be alone forever now because no one else wants you. No one will ever love you, I sure didn’t. I lied when I told you I loved you years ago. It was all a lie so I can have money. I wish you happiness in your own personal hell, alone and hurt. Just like your mother. [Sent: One hour ago]
Jesus...This dude really knows how to hurt people. This just sounds like a high school break up that was a one-sided love deal. I heard of these before. All of the drama mangas I made for others were just like this.
Right when Yato was going to switch over to see what Vero’s mom was saying, “Kyo” sent a message with an image in it. He didn’t want to see it but on the other hand, he was already too deep in these messages that he had to know.
The picture was Kyo laying on the bed with a dark brown-haired man biting his neck. Kyo was sticking out his tongue at the camera as his hand was in the other guy’s hair.
Oh shit! What the hell…
Yato’s face turned bright red, looking back in thought.
I should have never clicked to see what the image was. OMG! FIRST OF ALL: Vero was gay? I thought the name Kyo was a girl's name? Or am I that stupid?!
Sadly the images wouldn’t stop coming, Vero’s phone was buzzing like crazy in his hands.
Please...Oh no, Please stop.
There were more images with Kyo nacked in them, it looked like the man who was with him was now taking the pictures and sending them. One of the images was clearly them having sex doggy style.
After all of the images sent; it scared and embarrassed Yato. He slammed Vero’s phone down, everyone looking up from their computers and looking at him. Yato turned around to see Vero walking in the door.
Has it been an hour already? Oh god… shit. Did he see me looking?!
Thinking fast, Yato managed a statement. “I couldn’t find the fresh templates…”
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Author: KatKawai
Editor: Flare