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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠-𝟒𝟖☆

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠-𝟒𝟖

𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙗𝙞𝙖

Hosu city (Tokyo), Japan
saturday, 9:15AM

It was morning. I was currently rushing to do my makeup. Which was a bit hard since my arms are weak as hell. Sho knocked on my door before cracking it open a little. He saw that I was dressed so he walked up to my vanity.

"We gotta be down in 5. Do you need help?" "Yes please!" He put on my heels while I did my makeup. He then brushed out my wig. After, he got a pair of earrings and put them in for me while I did eyeliner.

I put on a little bit of lipstick, so I clamped my mouth down on a pice of paper to get the excessive lipstick off.

I hugged Sho and thanked him. He had already grabbed my purse so I quickly grabbed my phone. "Ok Sho! Looking mighty handsome!"

He wore a white dress shirt and some blue dress pants with brown dress shoes. "Thank you. You look very beautiful as well." I smiled and thanked him.

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We rushed down to the lobby where Endeavor and Yuki stood. She wore a nice fitted, pink dress. Her hair was also up in a loose bun. She gave us a small wave as we approached the two. I then gave her a small hug and pretended Endeavor wasn't even there.

Endeavor and Yuki had a separate car, so it was just me and Sho. After a short 20 minutes, we arrived at a very basic company building.

Sho got out while the driver opened my door. I thanked him with a warm smile to which he returned. Show as waiting for my, so I grabbed his arm as we made our way to Endeavor and Yuki.

"Let's go. We're already late." I giggled when Sho had mocked him behind his back. Both Endeavor and Yuki were in front of us, occasionally whispering to one another.

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