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Sometimes, Kuroko wondered why he decided to get into the wedding planning business. It was aggravating, frustrating, and assiduous. Like now.
Kuroko was sitting on a mesh conference chair next to his boss, Aida Riko, in the Tying the Knot headquarters. Their client was supposed to be there with them at six-thirty a.m. and now it was nine. There was no coffee, or any caffeine in the office, and there was a shit-storm brewing outside. Thunder and lightning boomed periodically, causing power surges, and rain was pounding on the large glass windows with a view of Tokyo. Oh, and did I mention that it's a Sunday?
Our favorite bluenette was trying to stay awake but he just kept dozing off when he thought of all the possible things he could've been doing: sleeping, drinking a vanilla milkshake, reading a book in the comfort of his bed, taking a warm show-
"I'm here!" There was a loud CRACK and Kuroko jolted thinking it was the lightning, but instead, it was a Euro-Japanese blonde sashaying her way to a chair with large shopping bags in her arms.
"You told us that you wanted to meet at six-thirty and you're two hours late because you went shopping?!" Aida scolded. She popped out of her seat and slammed her fists on the glass table. "Do you not understand the word pri-or-ity?!"
"Aren't you a cranky bitch in the morning," the blonde huffed. "Shopping is a girl's number one priority and plus, I had to wait until the rain got lighter because I didn't want my hair"- insert hair flip-"to get wet."
Oh, you haven't seen a cranky bitch yet! Aida thought.
As if Kuroko heard his boss's thoughts, he cleared his throat.
"Oh my god!" the blonde shrieked. "When did you get here?!"
Two and a half hours earlier than you, Kuroko thought but simply responded with, "I was here the whole time."
"Well, we ought to put a bell on you…" the Euro-Japanese woman mumbled.
Kuroko subtly rolled his eyes. "Let's start the consultation miss…?"
"Hiro Miyoko. Either call me Miyoko or my English name, Maya."
"Well then, Miyoko-san, wher-?" Aida said.
"You," Miyoko ordered while pointing at Kuroko. "I want a coffee, two sugars one cream. If you don't have that then I want tea, preferably Earl Grey with-."
"Excuse me, but this is one of my best assistants, Kuroko Tetsu-," Aida interrupted.
Miyoko raised her hand to stop the brunette from talking. "Don't interrupt me and like you said, he's your assistant. So he can get me something to drink."
"Exactly, he's my assistant, not your butler," Aida retorted.
"… Fine, whatever." The blonde slumped in her chair and then looked at her manicured nails. "Moving on. I want the venue to be outdoors. Like I want nature but I hate insects, birds because they shit everywhere, and oh, I can't stand pollen and dirt makes me cringe… So find me a place outdoors without these things that are bound to upset me, kay? You know what I mean."
Aida had to take a moment to process the information before she shook her head and just smiled. "… We can do that. When do you plan-?"
"In the fall. It has to happen by November because I need to be-."
"Do you mean this November? As in two and a half months from now?" Kuroko asked.
"Didn't I just say to not interrupt me?!" Miyoko screeched. "Ugh, I hate it when people don't listen and then say stupid things. Like, didn't I just say November and fall?"
"Which could also mean next year," Kuroko added.
"Are you slow or something? Ob-viously I mean two-ish months from now! Why would I come a year before? Who waits that long to be wed?"
Aida shook her head and rubbed her temples. Clueless brides-to-be were not her forte, especially ignorant, bratty bridezillas. "Let's continue."
"Do you think it's possible for someone to drop twenty-five pounds in two months?" Miyoko asked. She crossed her legs and put her finger on her chin.
"Um… are you referring to yourself?" Kuroko asked.
"Are you calling me fat?!"
"That's not what I meant-."
"But then again, I shouldn't listen to someone who wears a cheap shirt, slacks probably from some flea market, and a twenty dollar tie," the blonde scoffed. "Have you seen me? I'm like… perfection, a goddess really, walking on this earth. It's my bridesmaids that have to lose twenty-five."
She unlocked her phone and showed a picture of her bridesmaids. There was a brunette hugging Miyoko with a large smile while two other girls, a rosette and a dirty blonde, stood away. They all looked amazing even though they looked like they belonged to two different cliques.
"My best friend, Lauren,"- she pointed at the brunette hugging her-" doesn't really need any help except for maybe… I don't know, losing two to five pounds. However, these other two need to lose twenty-five, asap, if they want to be in my wedding photos. I mean, I can't have fat people standing next to someone as runway ready as me."- she scoffed-" If it were up to me, they wouldn't even be within one mile of my wedding. It was my fiance who chose them, not me. God, why am I so nice? Anyway, I need you to find them a gym."
"Um, that's not what we do, Miyoko-," Aida laughed incredulously.
"Oh please, the amount of money my father is paying you says you do now." The blonde gave a cheshire grin. "So meet all of my expectations."
Aida's knuckles were whitening as she clenched onto her tablet. It was visible that she was irritated and was absolutely deplored accepting Miyoko's father's offer.
"Okay then? Let's talk about the guest list, catering, photograph-," Kuroko said while glancing at Aida every now and then.
"That's so cute~" the Euro-Japanese blonde squealed. She was no longer paying attention since she was texting on her phone and giggling. Her sharp blue eyes glanced at Kuroko and then dismissed his suggestions with a wave of her hand. "You deal with that 'cuz I have other things to do. I have an appointment and I can't be late for that."
"Of course you can't," Aida said sarcastically. "But we're not done with this consult-."
"Deal with it. That's your job, not mine!" Miyoko snapped. "If I had a nickel for every single time I had to do the work the employees were supposed to do, I'd be a million dollars richer."
She glared at the two wedding planners and then inspected her french tips once more. "Why do you think daddy hired you? I need everything that a bride usually needs, but of course, better, classier, and not cheap trash." She rolled her eyes and then got up to leave. "Oh, and if you dare give me some half-assed ceremony that is totally lame, I will sue you. I, Hiro Miyoko, am getting married. Like, I'm fucking VIP, a big-shot, the woman who can make or break a person, hell, a company if I want! You better meet my expectations, Rio and Kuro."
"It's Aida Rik-."
"I don't care~," she chimed. "Au revoir."
After the blonde disappeared from the conference room, Aida let out a groan and hugged the table. "Oh god. Why~ Why did I agree to plan this woman- no, this precious bitch's wedding?!"
"Because you like money," Kuroko said.
Aida jumped up and pinched Kuroko's pale cheeks. "Don't be so snarky, brat."
"Hai, hai."
Aida let out a sigh and massaged her temples before she looked at her phone. "We're done here so you can go home if you want, Kuroko. I'll just go over the details with you tomorrow and thank you for coming and dealing with this… bridezilla with me. Get home safe."
Kuroko nodded and didn't need to be told twice to leave. He got his things together and went down the elevator while humming a happy tune.
There weren't many people in the lobby, as expected on a Sunday, and it was silent, except for the janitor waxing the tiled floor and rain tapping on the transparent windows and doors.
The bluenette was actually bouncing his way out with a barely audible hum. He went through the revolving doors but instead of exiting the building once and for all, he went in a full circle when he realized he didn't have an umbrella. He let out a groan and didn't even notice that there was someone behind him until he felt a light nudge.
"Excuse me," a deep suave voice said.
Kuroko felt hands hold his hips and move him aside politely. His aquamarine orbs met with heterochromatic gold and red ones.
How pretty, Kuroko thought.
"If you need an umbrella, you can use mine," the man said. He hands the bluenette a black umbrella that was creating a small puddle on the floor.
There was a shock when their hands brushed against each other and Kuroko almost dropped the umbrella if it weren't for the other man's fast reflexes.
"T-thanks but no thanks. I wouldn't want you to get soaked because I forgot mine," Kuroko stuttered. He smiled sheepishly and then bowed before running through the pouring rain.
Interesting, the man thought, chuckling to himself.
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