I'm not sure if I will continue with this character but I wanted to have a reason why a future character keeps asking Hikigaya to read his manuscript. And Hikigaya just sent it to his publishing department rather than reading it himself. The character in this chapter is based on the main Gyaru boss character in the H manga, 'Gal Ane Shachou to Harem Office' by Tatsunami Youtoku. My character has red hair and wears a mixture of dresses and business attire. Lastly, it is not a sexual person at all.
As Fujikawa Ai closed the door of her apartment with a heavy sigh, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the hallway mirror. The image staring back at her was a stark contrast to the poised and confident professional she usually presented to the world.
Her makeup, meticulously applied before she had left for the evening, was now a smeared mess, a testament to the tears that had welled up and spilled over in moments of frustration. Her usually flawless appearance was marred by unmistakable traces of vulnerability.
As she trudged through the dimly lit hallway to her room, she couldn't shake the feeling of disarray that seemed to permeate every aspect of her life. Even her business attire, usually pristine and polished, was disordered to the point of near chaos, threatening a wardrobe malfunction at any moment. But in her current state of mind, she was too upset to care.
Sinking onto the edge of her bed, Fujikawa felt the weight of the evening's events pressing down on her shoulders. Another setback, another blow to her confidence. It wasn't the first time she had faced unfair treatment in the workplace, and she doubted it would be the last.
The latest indignity stung the most. A project she had poured her heart and soul into for the past month—working late nights and weekends, sacrificing her time and energy for the sake of the company—had been handed off to a man whose only contribution had been fetching coffee and running errands.
It was a slap in the face, a stark reminder of the uphill battle she faced in a world determined to keep her in her place. But Fujikawa was not one to be deterred by setbacks or injustices. If anything, they only fueled her determination to prove herself and defy the expectations placed upon her by others.
With a steely resolve, Fujikawa wiped away the remnants of her tears and squared her shoulders. Tomorrow was a new day, another opportunity to rise above the obstacles in her path and show the world what she was truly capable of. And perhaps, just perhaps, she would find a place where her talents were recognized and celebrated, rather than dismissed and overlooked.
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I woke up the next morning with a pounding headache, the remnants of last night's indulgence making their presence known with every throbbing pulse. Groaning, I rolled over in bed and reached blindly for my phone to check the time. When I saw the hour displayed on the screen, a curse escaped my lips.
I knew I should drag myself out of bed and force myself to face another day at the office, but the thought only intensified my headache. With a resigned sigh, I made a decision: today, I would skip work. Let them deal with the consequences of their misguided decisions without me.
Dragging myself out of bed, I threw on a pair of comfortable clothes, not bothering to fuss over my appearance as I usually would. I needed breakfast and something for my pounding headache, so I grabbed my wallet and headed out the door.
The convenience store down the street beckoned to me like a beacon of salvation, offering respite from my pounding head and growling stomach. I picked up some breakfast items and a pack of painkillers, then made my way to the nearest park to eat in peace.
As I sat on a bench, nibbling on a sandwich and nursing my headache, a man took a seat beside me. I glanced at him briefly, noting his casual attire—a stark contrast to my usual encounters in the corporate world. He wore jeans and a black dress shirt, an intriguing combination that caught my attention.
We exchanged some small talk, and I found myself drawn into the conversation despite my initial reluctance. The man, Hikigaya Hachiman, asked me rather unusual questions about games, literature, and even fashion, topics I hadn't expected to discuss with a stranger in the park.
Once I returned home later that day, I couldn't help but reflect on my encounter with Hikigaya. It was strange, to say the least, but something was refreshing about his unconventional approach. I found myself mulling over our conversation, pondering the unexpected connection I had felt with this stranger in the park. But where had I heard the name Hikigaya before?
Despite the lingering ache in my head and the uncertainties looming on the horizon, I couldn't deny that my encounter with Hikigaya had left a lasting impression. As I settled back into my routine, I couldn't help but wonder what other surprises life had in store for me.
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As Hikigaya lay between Yukinoshita Yukino and Ishikawa Yumi, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting warm shadows across the room, he found himself immersed in a rare moment of tranquility. The gentle rise and fall of their breathing lulled him into a sense of contentment, the weight of the world momentarily lifted from his shoulders.
In the quiet intimacy of their shared space, Hikigaya felt a surge of inspiration wash over him. He turned to Yukinoshita, his fiancée, and Ishikawa, his lover, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he began to speak.
"You know," he started, his voice soft and contemplative, "I've been thinking about the future of my company. We've come a long way since we started as freelancers, but I think it's time to take the next step."
Yukinoshita nodded, her expression thoughtful as she listened to Hikigaya's words. Beside her, Ishikawa leaned in closer, her eyes alight with curiosity.
"I want to start my own publishing firm," Hikigaya continued, his excitement palpable. "And I have the perfect person in mind to lead our new department."
He paused for dramatic effect, relishing the anticipation building between them.
"Fujikawa Ai," he declared, a note of conviction in his voice. "She's brilliant, resourceful, and she's been undervalued for far too long. I want her to be the manager of our new Editing department."
Yukinoshita's eyes widened in surprise, a hint of admiration shining in their depths. Ishikawa nodded in agreement, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips.
"I think it's a brilliant idea," Yukinoshita said, her voice tinged with excitement. "With Fujikawa's expertise and our resources, you could revolutionize the publishing industry."
Hikigaya felt a surge of pride swell within him at their support. Together, they were unstoppable.
As they continued to discuss their plans late into the night, the air thick with possibility and promise, Hikigaya couldn't help but feel grateful for the two extraordinary women by his side. With Yukinoshita's intellect and Ishikawa's unwavering support, there was nothing they couldn't achieve.
And as they drifted off to sleep, tangled together in a web of limbs and whispered promises, Hikigaya knew that the future held endless opportunities for his company—and their love.
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As I leisurely made my way to work, the morning sun cast a golden glow over the bustling streets, and I felt a sense of calm wash over me. Today was different. Today, I wasn't in a rush to appease anyone or prove myself to the world. Today, I was taking my time, savoring the simple pleasures of life.
Just as I reached for my phone to check the time, a familiar chime broke through the tranquility of the morning. A text message blinked insistently on my screen, promising to disrupt the peace I had worked so hard to cultivate.
Before I could read the message, however, my boss and my promoted co-worker appeared out of nowhere, their faces twisted with anger and frustration. I braced myself for the inevitable confrontation, knowing all too well the accusations that would be hurled my way.
"Why didn't you come to work?" my boss demanded, his voice tinged with irritation.
"We had an important meeting scheduled!" my co-worker chimed in, her tone dripping with condescension.
I felt a surge of defiance rise within me as I glanced down at my phone, the text message burning a hole in my pocket. Without a word, I turned on my heel and began to walk away, leaving my boss and co-worker standing there, mouths agape, their words hanging in the air, unfinished.
As I made my way to the nearest taxi stand, my heart pounding in my chest, I finally found the courage to read the message on my phone. What I read took my breath away.
It was a job offer from a well-known company, one I had only heard of in passing. Owned by a man named Hikigaya Hachiman, someone I knew only from a news interview.
My mind raced with disbelief as I tried to process the sudden turn of events. A job offer from a company I had never even applied to? It seemed too good to be true.
But as I flagged down a taxi and climbed inside, my heart filled with a sense of excitement and possibility. Perhaps this was the opportunity I had been waiting for, the chance to finally break free from the constraints of my current job and make a name for myself in a world that had so often overlooked my talents.
With a renewed sense of purpose, I leaned back in my seat as the taxi sped toward my uncertain future. Whatever lay ahead, I was ready to embrace it with open arms.
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As I arrived at the towering skyscraper, its sleek glass exterior shimmering in the morning sunlight, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. This was no ordinary office building—it was a monument to power and prestige, a testament to the success of its owner, Hikigaya Hachiman.
Stepping through the grand entrance, I was greeted by an air of sophistication that permeated the building's interior. The marble floors gleamed under the soft glow of crystal chandeliers, and the sound of soft jazz music filled the air, lending an air of elegance to the surroundings.
Approaching the reception desk, I was about to speak to the staff when I was interrupted by a voice.
"Ah, Fujikawa-san," the woman said with a warm smile. "I'm sorry, but Hikigaya-san is currently tied up in a meeting and won't be available to see you on the top floor. However, he's instructed me to direct you to the sixth floor instead."
I nodded, a flicker of curiosity dancing in my eyes. The sixth floor? It wasn't what I had expected, but I trusted Hikigaya's judgment. With a polite thank you, I made my way to the elevator, my heart pounding with anticipation.
As the elevator doors slid shut behind me, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was about to embark on a journey that would change my life forever. As the elevator began its ascent, carrying me ever closer to my destiny, I couldn't help but wonder what awaited me on the sixth floor of Hikigaya's grand skyscraper.
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As I stepped into the bustling department, the atmosphere was electric with activity. Before I could even greet anyone, I was bombarded with tasks and responsibilities, thrust into the chaos without a moment's notice.
A young man approached me, a stack of files in hand, his expression harried as he hurriedly explained my first assignment. I listened intently, my mind racing to keep up with the flurry of information being thrown my way.
"Search for your name on your desk and start working," he instructed, his voice barely audible over the din of the office.
My heart sank with apprehension as I scanned the sea of desks, searching desperately for any sign of my name. Panic threatened to overtake me as I feared I had somehow been overlooked or forgotten amidst the chaos.
But then, out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of it—a small nameplate affixed to the door of an office nearby. My breath caught in my throat as I approached, my eyes widening in disbelief.
Was this really my office? Could it be true?
With trembling hands, I reached out and grasped the doorknob, the weight of anticipation heavy in the air. As I pushed open the door and stepped inside, my breath caught in my throat at the sight before me.
It was an office, unmistakably so, but it was more than that—it was my office. My name adorned the door in elegant lettering, a silent testament to my newfound position of authority.
Emotion threatened to overwhelm me as I stood there, taking in the sight of my nameplate. Was this really happening? Was I truly deserving of such recognition and responsibility?
Before I could fully process my thoughts, a voice broke through the haze of my emotions—a young woman, her voice tinged with urgency, addressing me as her manager and thrusting yet more files into my hands.
"These files need your signature to be approved," she explained, her tone brimming with expectation.
I could hardly believe my ears. I was a manager, entrusted with the authority to approve important documents and make crucial decisions for the department.
As I took the files in hand, my heart swelled with a sense of pride and determination. This was my moment, my chance to prove myself worthy of the trust placed in me.
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As I sat at my new desk, the weight of responsibility settling on my shoulders, I sifted through the stack of documents that required my signature for approval. Each page held the potential to shape the future of the department, and I approached the task with a mixture of determination and caution.
Just as I was about to place the nib of my pen on the first document, my cell phone rang, shattering the quiet concentration of the office. With a sigh, I picked up the phone, expecting perhaps a congratulatory call from a friend or family member.
But the voice on the other end was not one I expected—it was my former boss, his tone sharp and accusatory as he berated me for running away from work. My blood boiled with indignation as I listened to his tirade, his words a harsh reminder of the injustice I had endured at my previous job.
In a sudden burst of anger, I found myself yelling back, my voice rising to match the intensity of his accusations. I didn't hold back, letting loose a string of expletives as I informed him in no uncertain terms that I no longer worked for him, that I had found a new job at Hikigaya's company, and that he could stick his shoe where the sun doesn't shine.
With a final slam of the phone, I felt a rush of catharsis wash over me, the weight of my former boss's expectations lifted from my shoulders. I may have burned bridges with my outburst, but at that moment, I didn't care. I was free from the chains of my past, ready to embrace the future that lay ahead at my new company.
Later, I would regret this as I needed a new cell phone.
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As I returned to my apartment, exhaustion tugging at my limbs but a sense of contentment warming my heart, I couldn't help but smile. Today had been a whirlwind of emotions, a rollercoaster ride of highs and lows, but in the end, I had emerged victorious.
With a weary sigh, I kicked off my shoes and sank onto the couch, relishing the simple pleasure of being home. I had no energy left to cook dinner, so I settled for a quick snack before heading off to bed.
As I drifted off to sleep, my mind buzzing with thoughts of my new job and the challenges that lay ahead, I made a mental note to take a quick shower before work in the morning. It was a small task, but one that would help me start the day feeling refreshed and rejuvenated.
Little did I know, as I slipped into dreams of my bright future, that Hikigaya Hachiman had made a move of his own behind the scenes. He had purchased my former company and the plot of land it sat on, not out of spite or vengeance, but as a gesture of goodwill.
In a heartwarming twist of fate, he gifted the plot to Yukinoshita Yukino, his fiancée and a huge cat lover. With Hikigaya's support, Yukinoshita built a small cat sanctuary on the land, a haven where abandoned and stray cats could find refuge and love.
But for now, as I slept peacefully in the comfort of my own home, I remained blissfully unaware of the quiet acts of kindness unfolding around me. Tomorrow was a new day, full of promise and possibility, and I was ready to face it head-on, armed with nothing but my determination and my dreams.