mind games | tomura x reader

part 7

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For the last two days, I've desperately tried to stay offline. I haven't logged onto neither games Tonura and me play, so I definitely lost my login streak. It was our only source of communication, so if I left, that's it.

His uncanny obsession with me drastically changed his behavior, so I took a break. I needed to put everything aside, as today was my scheduled interviews.

I twirled slowly, making sure to keep my balance. In the reflection of my floor mirror, everything seemed alright. My hair was having a decent day, and my outfit closely caressed the curves of my body.

It was a simple picnic dress, not much to admire. Though, it looked more formal than any of my other clothes. Picking my Snorlax plushie off the ground, I hugged it tightly as I glared into the mirror.

"You can do this, (Y/N). It's just a simple interview, nothing like a math or science exam." I reassured myself.

The picnic dress ended before my bruised knees, with small patches of white lace and fills aligning the rim. It exposed my collarbones, and was painted with a minimal print. It's sleeves fell down to my arms, unable to stay anchored atop my shoulders.

I almost tumbled down the stairs, then quickly slipping on my sandals. Before I ran out the door, I made sure to grab my tote bag. It was easy for me to forget, but I brought that thing everywhere.

"Do I have time for food?" I asked myself, clicking the side-button of my phone to check the time.

The birds were lively this morning, chirping and feeding their young. Spring was a bustling time for the city. All the powder snow melts, and certain businesses begin to reopen. However, it's the worst time of the year if you have severe allergies.

Cars ranging from cheap to pricy rushed by, my hair being pushed back by the gusts of wind they produced. "No, I don't." I said, coming to the conclusion.

The office building was miles away, so I needed to take the metro. After taking a glance at the board which listed the JR-Lines, I knew where I had to go. As I stood refilling my train card, I couldn't help but worry. "Tomura is going to be pissed."

The train felt secure beneath my feet, as I hopped on. I got situated upon the cushioned seats, making space for others ready to crowd the modern train. For the past two days, I've been trying to stay as far away from Tomura as possible.

"He's just a weird kid, probably going through a phase." I thought, my head hanging low.

"I wonder what he looks like in real life. He's never wanted to voice or video call." so then the possibilities of what he could potentially look like began to pop into my head.

"Okay, okay! So he has, uhh- A long, crusty beard." In front of all these people in the train, I struggled hard to contain my laughter.

"I bet his forehead is receding, cause he's so old and grouchy, y'know?" I chuckled.

"If you add a huge beer belly into the mix, that outcome would be terrible." my lips moved, following my path of thoughts. However, a sudden stop nearly made words stumble from my mouth.

I peeked my eyes out of the window, and noticed it was my stop. Before the metro doors could close, I stumbled out onto the brick pavement. My hair was flown up, as the metro train sped away, heading towards its next stop.

"Phew.." I mumbled, patting down my dress and adjusting my bag.

My head turned the corner, as I tried to look for directional signs. "I'm not exactly sure-"

This part of the city was a place I wasn't exactly familiar with, but seeming as I'm getting a job here, I should try to remember the signs. I strolled through the train station, remembering each pathway I came across.

Small businesses aligned the station, their products ranging from hot pastries to utensils and popular merchandise. It was busy, city workers and office employees rushing to get to their jobs. There I saw it, a refreshing scene of daylight.

I ran up the concrete stairs, holding my bag closely to the side of my body. The office building should just a block down, straight around the corner. It was a more urban part of the city, not like the suburbs where I live.

Working crowds littered the streets, as pros took on their patrolling hours. My skin absorbed the needed Vitamin-D, which it lacked due to my habit of staying indoors. I took a deep breath, before looking up and admiring the tall skyscraper.

"Okay, this is it. Just walk in, (Y/N)." I whispered, my feet reluctantly moving forward.

The inside of the building was modern, to say the least. With window-walls and marble tile, it truly felt like a professional office building. I relaxed my shoulders, scrunching my nose as my body got familiar with the blasting air conditioning.

It smelt like chemicals, the shiny, marble tiles being freshly mopped. I approached the silver elevators, which went up for tens of floors. The interior of the elevator was spacious, with numbered buttons lining a part of the wall.

When I arrived on the destined floor, my ears were immediately met with the sound of typing keys. I looked around, turning my head and peeking over every corner. "This is definitely an office.." I mumbled.

I scouted the room I needed to head towards, and was pleasantly met with my interviewer. The room was quaint, yet felt bigger than it actually was. With real plants decorating each corner, and a heavy wooden desk, I couldn't help but feel nervous.

It was all so new to me, an environment I had never been in before. My interviewer looked young, yet successful. He had brown locks of hair, which fell lightly against his pale cheeks. "Alright." he said, shuffling a pile of printed papers.

As his suit adjusted its grip around his broad shoulders, I closed my legs and hit my knees together, patiently awaiting the next move.

"Let's get started, shall we?" he continued, hitting me with a bright smile, and exposing his pearly teeth.

I smiled back, and nodded my head in agreement. "Yes, let's!"

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authors note; HII if you're in america and reading this, please stay safe!! try to stay indoors incase of mad protestors

artwork by: bzmnank on Twitter
words: 1096