Evening | Nippon Paint HQ
Mina had three back-to-back meetings. A board review. A scheduled call with the Osaka branch. Several contract drafts awaiting approval. One intern crying somewhere in the hall (probably due to slide deck formatting). And a full inbox blinking like it had personal vendetta against her peace.
And yet—
Her MacBook screen was currently filled with a zoomed-in Google map of Tokyo.
Cursor blinking.
Search bar open.
Google:
24-hour convenience stores near Minato City
Mina stared at the screen, expression unreadable, but her jaw had visibly clenched.
It was nothing.
Just research.
For market patterns. Consumer behavior. Regional demand.
She copied the address of the one in Roppongi.
Clicked.
Scrolled.
And scrolled.
Then sighed.
"くそ。"
(Kuso.)
"Damn it."
Every time the green sign of that specific Kobini Mart popped up in an image, her heart did this tiny, annoying flutter thing. The kind she would medically classify as "a corporate liability."
She closed the tab.
Opened it again.
Closed it harder.
Her fingers hovered. Hovered.
She wasn't going there again.
Absolutely not.
No way.
It made no sense.
...Unless she happened to be craving a slurpee.
Or seaweed chips.
Or maybe, purely hypothetically, the familiar sound of a certain girl's voice — light, chaotic, and far too genuine for this economy — asking, "Paper or plastic?"
Her phone pinged.
KakaoTalk Notification.
Her soul left her body for a second.
Kazuo (じいじ👑):
My beautiful granddaughter 💞 will bring someone home soon... I feel it in my old bones!! 😏👘💒
#LoveIsInThePaint #RedUmbrellaDream
Mina stared at the screen.
Closed her eyes.
Then calmly.
Quietly.
Slammed her forehead into the desk.
"じいじバカ。"
(Jiiji baka.)
"Stupid grandpa."
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Midnight | Kobini Mart, Tokyo
Y/N leaned against the slurpee machine like it owed her rent.
Her hands were sticky from syrup drips, and her brain was spinning somewhere between capitalism fatigue and romantic delusion.
"Y/N."
Chaeyoung's voice floated lazily from the ramen shelf. "You're smiling again."
Y/N blinked.
"Was I?"
"You were making sounds."
"Sounds?"
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Hi Hello | Myoui Mina x F. Reader
FanfictionY/N didn't mean to end up at a millionaire's mansion. All she did was buy an iced matcha for a tired old man on a rainy Tokyo afternoon - because being kind was cheaper than feeling guilty. She had no idea he was Myoui Kazuo, Vice President of Nippo...
