Katsumi curled her arms across her Gojo body pillow, gently tapping her fingers across the laptop as she gently sniffed the rim of printed cotton-white hair, the smell of sweat and the turquoise glow of the screen keeping her awake. Katsumi flicked her mouse across the silver mousepad, flicking across the job options as her eyelids grew weary. I have to go to work tomorrow. Man, I need a new job. Something fun. I cannot take my colleagues anymore for the pay I'm getting. Sleep began to slowly push her eyes shut as the words on the screen began to blur. The jet black sky hung dark and motionless across the window, reflecting Katsumi's tired face, dragged across a road by hours of boredom and hopelessness, suddenly lighting up with joy. A secretary for a high school! This will be fun! Katsuki's tired fingers slithered towards the 'apply' button as she sluggishly clicked it, as she lay motionless across the bed, her face on the worn and torn pillow.
Katsumi's jet black bangs flew across her ears, sending a tingling sensation distracting her from the splitting headache tearing at her face, its long claws pulling down her tired eyelids. The keyboard clattered in a slow symphony, each clack sending a new wave of pain in Katsumi's mind. I need to go home. This headache is a curse. Katsumi chucked softly, her dry lips forming a rare smile. Maybe It's about to kill me. Boo! Is Gojo gonna save me?
"Katsumi, get back to work" a stern voice yelled "I don't care if you've completed your daily quota, you're still meant to be working"
"Well maybe that's because I'm doing YOUR work" Katsumi grumbled
"Did you just talk back to your boss" the man yelled.
"I've been trying to talk back to HR a while now, but all I get is you threatening to fire me"
"Well maybe those aren't threats anymore" her boss grumbled "Get your stuff and get out - especially your Gojo posters"
Well I only get paid slightly less.
Katsumi walked home, her frozen hands shivering as they clung onto a small cardboard box, like a drowning rat clinging to a floating object. The rain whipped the street in a heavy and unforgiving torrent, sending a flurry of papers flying out of the now soggy cardboard box flying into the air like doves flying out of a hat. I've lost both my posters and my job. How great. Tears began running down Katsumi's face, her eyes becoming almost as glassy as the lenses of her jet black glasses, her teeth desperately trying to catch her tongue like a prisoner. No, I can't make this day worse by embarrassing myself. If I'm going to cry this hard I'll at least do it at the breakup KFC. That will make my day a little better. Katsumi's iceberg-cold legs slowly began to shuffle, her hair hanging over her face like a wet mop, numbing her itchy face from the waterfall of tears emerging from her tired eyelids.
Katsumi arrived at the KFC, her eyes clouds of red and grey. The smell of grease and chicken wafted in the air, heavy with tears as people sat curled up against the walls and tables, shakily holding on to their buckets of uneaten chicken. A wet, soft arm landed gently on Katsumi's arm, as a hoarse, familiar voice grunted.
"He broke up with me"
"Sami, how, what, why?"
"Why else do you think I'd be here! He said we're taking 'different paths in life!'"
Ironic.
"But at least you didn't get fired AND witness the destruction of your posters"
Katsumi's phone gently vibrated, forcing her weary hands to wearily grab the small case, with a picture of Gojo and Geto imprinted on it. Funny. But If I get anymore bad news today I SWEAR. I can barely live anymore, everything is just so numb, like the world was stained with ink and tears and exhaustion. Katsumi grimaced as she opened the notification on her phone, showing a new Jobloooker notification. Just In time. Katsumi slowly clicked on the notification, her eyes warily shut as if she was witnessing a horror movie. Her jet-black eyes wearily opened, glancing nervously at the new message. Oh. It's about the school secretary job. That's a shame, It would have been a fun job. Sami's emerald green eyes skimmed the message, their crismon vessels widening into wide lemon-shaped islands like her smile.
"NO WAY" Sami chuckled "You're getting a job at a JUJITSU HIGH SCHOOL"
No way. No Way. NO WAYYYY. I got the job. I got it. Katsumi began laughing, her mouth cracking into a wide grin as she hugged Samias they began maniacally jumping. I can't believe it.
"You start tomorrow" Sami whispered "Congratulations, just try and give Naname my number!"
"Okay I try" Katsumi teased "But I get to keep Gojo"
"Gojo belongs to Geto" a stranger tearfully yelled "Now stop being so happy, you're making me jealous."