Nariko rolls her neck, trying to get rid of a cramp in it before going back to scrubbing the floor. She forces herself to ignore the snickers and giggles behind her as the two 17 year old boys checked her out. Out of all the things required of her in her cleaning job, she absolutely despises the uniform the most.
It was a simple maid outfit, just altered to be more risque. The skirt was shorter and flared out more with the white tulle being an inch longer. The top was a white mesh with the black apron the only thing covering her chest–since a bra isn't fucking allowed–and she was forced to wear black, six inch stilettos. God, Nariko hated how creepy her boss was.
"Go on. Do it!" One of the boys urges the other. He laughs quietly before Nariko hears his footsteps coming towards her.
The boy slaps her ass. "Don't murder your client's children. Don't do it Nariko. You'd be the number one suspect."
Nariko starts to clean the tile floor with more force than necessary. Her jaw pops with how hard she was clenching her teeth. She's almost done. This was the last thing she needed to clean. Power through it.
"Nobutomo! Which one do you like more?" The boys' mother shouts from another room. The boy that slapped Nariko's ass sighs in irritation before walking away.
The yellow haired teenager sighs in relief. She glances at her bag when she hears her phone chime, but doesn't stop her cleaning.
It chimes again, making her pause. She continues after a few moments. "Ignore it. You're almost finished Nariko."
The phone chimes again. Nariko drops her sponge and stands up. She walks over to her bag and takes out her phone, ignoring the boy still watching her.
Three new messages from: Cousin Han
"Where are you?"
"Seriously."
"Family emergency."
"Working. Almost done. Meet @ my home."
Nariko puts up her phone and tries to quickly finish the rest of her job. The boy who didn't leave stops her.
"You'll do better getting on your knees for something else, you know," He says with a smirk. Nariko takes a deep breath and ignores him, kneeling on her knees to finish cleaning the floor.
He leans against the open doorway. "You don't seem like the shy type. C'mon, talk."
"I'd rather not," She says sweetly and doesn't glance back at the boy. "Not with your type anyway."
"Kiyohiko, come here!" The mother shouts loudly. The boy groans before reluctantly leaving. The yellow haired teenager sighs in relief. Thank God.
For the next 10 minutes, Nariko was left in a somewhat peaceful area. Fortunately, she left without much of a problem and a ¥2000 tip. She definitely ignored the hidden paper–probably a phone number–in the cash and ignored the two boys as she left.
Her phone rings on her way to the subway. Cousin Han was in bold letters across her screen.
"Han, what's happening? Why are you calling me?" Nariko asks after she answers the call.
Hanta sighs in relief at her voice. "Family emergency. A big one. Where are you? Papa's coming to pick you up."
"On my way to the Fukushima subway station. What's happening? Is everyone alright?" The yellow haired teenager asks worriedly. She stops in the middle of the sidewalk.
"Get to the station. Papa'll meet you there," Hanta whispers into the phone before hanging up. Nariko bites her bottom lip and quickly puts up her phone before she starts running.
"Excuse me! Sorry," She keeps repeating, weaving her way inbetween crowds of people.
Her head was turned to apologise to someone when she feels something ram into her, making her fly back. "Shit!"
POP!
Nariko gasps loudly when her foot lands wrong and a loud pop sounds through the air. She grasps her ankle tightly, kneeling on her heels.
"Sorry, I wasn't looking at where's I going. You alright?" She forces out of her mouth with a tight smile.
She blinks in surprise when she sees a familiar head of blonde hair. "Bitchy Pomeranian? What're you doing here?"
"Stop calling me that, Dumbass Pikachu! What the fuck are you doing here?" Katsuki snarls angrily, sitting up from where he fell. Nariko's smile falls into a thin line when she notices a dark bruise on the blonde's cheek and a few others peeking out from his hoodie. Katsuki snarls and stands up, pulling up his hood further while Nariko stands up.
"I'm on my way to the subway station. Just got finished cleaning a house. Are you alright?" She answers quietly, staring up at Katsuki.
"Of course I'm fucking fine, you idiot! Why wouldn't I be?" He sneers. Nariko frowns at the lack of heat to his words.
"Why are you in Fukushima? I'm pretty sure you don't live in this prefecture..." Nariko trails off when she notices Katsuki wincing slightly.
She places a hand on his arm, making him flinch. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing's fucking wrong! I don't need your fucking pity," He snarls in fury and rips his arm away from the yellow haired teenager. Nariko narrows her eyes and keeps eye contact.
"So, something is wrong." Katsuki growls with his fists clenched. "C'mon, it's about to start raining."
Nariko links her arm with his and leads the way to the subway station. "Hey, Dumbass Pikachu! Let me fucking go!"
Nariko watches the rain pour down on the sidewalk, completely soaked in the rain as she sat next to Katsuki on a bench. She was still waiting for her uncle.
"Does it hurt?" Nariko breaks the tense ten minute silence between them with the question.
"What?" Katsuki asks in confusion, a scowl plastered on his face.
She points at the bruise on his face and the ones peeking from under his hoodie. "The bruises. Do they hurt?"
"Oh, no. They don't," He says softly, scowl leaving his exhausted face. "It's fine..."
"Why are you in Fukushima?" The yellow haired teenager asks while she rolls her still aching ankle.
Katsuki shoves his hands in his hoodie pockets and sighs heavily. Nariko snorts quietly and nods her head.
"Had to get away from home?" Nariko runs a hand through her soaked hair.
"...why the fuck are you in Fukushima?" Katsuki doesn't answer Nariko's question by asking her another. Nariko takes her turn to sigh heavily and she leans forward to rest her elbows on her knees.
"I have a house cleaning job. I had three houses to clean today and Fukushima was the last," She says tiredly, messing with her dark purple cardigan. She laughs a bit hysterically and pulls at her hair.
"I fucking hate it, but it pays well." Nariko leans back and rubs her tired eyes. "If I wear this fucking uniform."
Katsuki snorts quietly with a smirk, leaning back as well. "Saving up for a shopping spree?"
Nariko rolls her eyes and nudges the blonde with a small smile. The smile disappears after a few moments.
"No. My twin brother's incredibly ill and confined to a hospital. And my parents are... unable to work, or come home, so I'm the only one left able to pay the bills and other shit... It gets pretty lonely."
She sees a car screeching to a halt across from the bench. Sero Junya stumbles out, waving at Nariko. She takes out a sticky note and a pen from her satchel. She scribbles out her phone number and address.
"Aimlessly walking around Japan gets pretty boring, and dangerous. You need a place to sleep or just somewhere to hang out, my home's always open." The yellow haired teenager hands him the sticky note before standing up and limping her way over to her uncle's car.
She doesn't know if Katsuki will accept her help, but she can give him the option. She always will, for better or for worse.
Hey! Hope you like the new chapter! Bye.
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