Chapter 4
The movies lie about one night stands. There is no waking up and the other person is already gone. And a note on the nightstand saying they had a good time.
Nope. The reality of it was that the person needed to use one of your shirts to wipe his semen on and was now half dressed checking out the book shelf.
"Uh, I think this is the part when you leave."
Keigo chuckled, "And here I thought we could have seconds."
Lyla snorted, "Sloppy Seconds."
Hawks turned from the book shelf and gasped. He did it all humorously. When Lyla smiled he said no more and started to drab his clothing from the floor.
Lyla watched as she got herself dressed in pajamas for the night.
She found that it wasn't awkward to watch the man make his way around the room. Almost like he had been used to it.
"I don't want to stroke your ego. But thanks for the outting and the sex."
Finishing with his gloves Hawks smirked up at the woman.
"My ego has been thoroughly stroked. You sure you don't want sloppy seconds. You have to make it past the sloppy seconds to get to the thrilling thirds."
"Shut up, Keigo." Lyla threw a pillow at the man.
Hearing his name in a playful manner was comforting.
"Never." He caught the pillow and tossed it back on the bed, "I guess I will see myself out."
He smirked at the sight of the woman sitting on her bed. She was in a white shirt that barely covered herself and was watching him make his exit.
The beds blanket was wrinkled due to the sex. The sex that still had his heart beating. Some would say it was a good fuck. It felt like the last few months were just the foreplay for them.
Lyla watched as the man walked out of her life with his hand raised in a goodbye type manner as he went out the door.
She let out a heavy sigh. Not even knowing that she had been holding her breath.
Looking around the room she felt her face heat up. The sex was to the point but amazing for Lyla.
She knew better than to think anything more of it. But also couldn't help the thoughts of if they could do it again.
As Hawks walked his way out of the apartment he took notice of the appearance of the roommates' idol collection.
When making it to his boots at the front door he was greeted with the face that had to have been the roommate.
"Oh" was all the the man at the door said.
Keigo slipped on his shoe and put out a hand to the guy, "Hi, I'm Hawks."
The guy just stood there for a moment. "I know who you are." Haruto went to look around the corner.
"Oh my gosh. Did you guys fuck?"
Hawks eyebrow went up and smiled.
"Sure, I did. Till next time my man." Keigo patted the guys back and slipped out of the door just in time to hear a voice shouting Lyla's name in the apartment.
It was only a little bit odd that he was leaving the apartment after a one night stand. He has had them before but not all that often.
And when he did they would normally just hit up a hotel. He'd never risk taking someone back to his place. If he was ever invited to the other persons house he would often decline.
He wasn't too sure why he had told Lyla that he would go to her place. When he was getting dressed he realized that he was investing too much into the idea of her when he started to investigate the room.
The dozens of books about building structures. The differences between western and eastern architecture.
And a book that stood out to him was a book called, 'History of Cheese Sculpting'.
He saw a model fire truck on the bookshelf and he also realized that the room was neat compared to the cluttered contrast of her roommates' idol aesthetic.
Shaking his head of the details that were ingraining into his mind he continued to the fire escape.
The apartment building was fairly close to his own. He was smart enough to realize that the woman chose this apartment to most likely live closer to her university and job.
Which made sense. The reason he had started going to the KFC was because it was also close to his apartment. Only his apartment was on the nicer side of the street. He lived on the top floor. With a larger than usual balcony for Japanese standards.
He liked to call it his landing strip. For when he didn't feel like walking in and out in the building.
As entering his home his phone started to ring.
"Hawks here." He answered as he started to undress for the evening. A shower was needed.
"Hawks! We need you at the agency. A fire has broken out." The voice belonged to the building manager.
He signed and slipped his gloves back on. "On my way." He hung up and slid his phone back into his pocket. While doing so he noticed that it wasn't the only phone in there.
And then he thought back to earlier that evening when he had taken Lyla's phone to change her plans.
He smirked and bolted to the balcony where he jumped off of, free falling before expanding his wings.
"Wonder how long it will take for Princess to come looking for her phone." He thought as he headed to his agency.
The weekend had passed and Lyla was on her way to her internship. She was on the train dressed in a business pantsuit with her handbag at her side. A note in her pocket with any and all information that she felt that she needed for the day.
She felt like an idiot for having lost her cellphone. She had assumed that it fell from up high when Hawks had her up in the air.
That morning Haruto continued to banter her about sleeping with the pro hero. To which she said that it wasn't any different from sleeping with anyone else. And she was partly right. It was…besides the fact that watching a man with red wings thrusting his hips into you from that angle put a blush on her face. That was very specific to Hawks.
She had used Haruto's phone to copy down addresses and directions involved for the internship. She was no longer going to be getting paid and needed to wait till her last KFC paycheck to buy a new phone.
Once she had made it to the building of Arc Industrial she felt the nerves running through her. The excitement and hard work that lead her to these steps.
Walking through the building she was amazed by the modern look of the place. Very practical for an office building. But also not warm and welcoming.
"Are you part of the intern program?" A woman at the front desk asked.
"Yes, I am supposed to meet with a Ken Yamazaki."
The woman giggled, "Hopefully you won't even have to. The other interns are in room 210. You will be meeting with one of his assistants."
Lyla thanked the woman and headed to the room. Upon entering the room she saw about that there were about two dozen other interns. There were no tables or chairs in the room.
She also noticed that there weren't that many women in the room either.
Standing there she waited. They all seemed to be waiting.
Then on the other side of the room two people walked into the room.
"Please form a line." The man directed and a woman in a pencil skirt followed him.
Lyla followed the instruction and followed the others and began to form a line. There seemed to be a natural instinct to make two of them back to back.
The man started on one end of the first line, about 8 people ahead of Lyla.
He started to measure the people up and down. "Out." He said to the third person.
"What?" A woman asked.
"Out. You are not suitable for the internship. Your attire is not acceptable. Try again next year."
The woman started to cry and left the room.
Lyla looked at the woman wearing a pair of brown slacks and a white blouse. She took note to never wear that to the office.
And as the man walked across the line he would say 'out' to various people. Lyla was mostly just happy that he had skipped over her.
There was a point when he would start to tell the people why he had told them to leave.
'You took too long to line up.'
'Your nails are painted.'
'They had five o'clock shadow.'
'Their beaks weren't polished.'
Again, Lyla took note of these things. To be sure to never be 'out'-ed.
Once the two people were done walking up and down the rows they made way to the front.
"Look around you."
And everyone in the room did.
"This is now your competition. We will only be keeping two of you." The man turned to the woman next to him, "How many have been denied, Ms. Izumi?"
The woman, Ms. Izumi, looked at the tablet that she had been scanning this whole time.
"15. Mr. Suda, there have been 16 denied."
"Perfect." The man clapped his hands, "Ms. Izumi and I will be handing out assignments and work for you all. Your entire internship will be managed through us. We are the top company in this region of Japan and will only be accepting the best of the best for the future of our business."
The man paused to look around the room.
"Ms. Izumi will be taking you all to the main internship quarters. There you will be receiving your badges and first assignments. Assignments WILL NOT be switched or bargained with. Your assignments are marked completed by the person you will directly be working with. After completion you will be reporting back to use."
And then the man left.
Lyla felt like it was all happening very fast. Before she knew it she was in the intern room learning that this was their break room. Where they clocked in. And where they would turn in assignments.
Ms. Izumi grabbed a folder on the desk and started to randomly hand out pieces of paper to all of the interns.
"Your first assignments will be handed out at random. All the contact information, locations, and job titles will be addressed on these sheets. Do not lose these papers. You will need to have your person of contact to sign at the bottom to move you along."
After handing them all out Ms. Izumi went to the desk and turned to all of the interns.
"This internship is 4 months long. And in that time you are expected to complete an errands assignment, field assignment, design assignment, and office assignment. Good luck."
She did a light bow and left.
Lyla looked down at the paper and saw that her Person of Contact was Mr. Ken Yamazaki.
She thought back to when she entered the building and the woman at the front desk.
'Hopefully you'll never have to.' She had said.
Lyla just hoped that it didn't sound as bad as the woman made it seem.