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The building was huge, with large windows that reflected the loud and busy road behind him. Atsumu put on his best jeans and dug his most expensive cologne out of his closet to look his best for this interview. He caught his reflection in the window, his hair gelled, and his gold necklace sat square on his chest, showing a sliver of skin. He shaped his hair a bit and straightened his button-down before taking a deep breath and opening the door; the metal cold against his clammy palm.
The inside was even nicer than the outside; the floors were glossy and clean. The interior was breathtaking; he should've expected it, but it was nonetheless beautiful. A receptionist desk sat in the middle as Atsumu made his way inside, and two large staircases sat on both sides, boxing it in. His veins were buzzing with jitters as he made his way up to the receptionist. His shoes clacked against the floor.
The lady looked up from her computer, her glasses sat low on her nose, and her dark hair was layered. The mole that sat just underneath her mouth immediately caught the blonde's attention, but he quickly snapped out of the moment when she spoke.
“How may I help you?” She asks, giving him her attention. Atsumu gives her a flattering smile. “Hi, ‘m Atsumu Miya. ‘m here for an interview.” He nods before putting his hands in his pockets. The security guard on his left eyes him, but Atsumu just gives him a polite nod and a smile. Security sure looked high, not enough apparently if they needed him.
She types on her computer for a minute, clicking with her mouse as Atsumu waits patiently. He looks around the walls, and they are surprisingly not empty. Filled with large paintings and photographs. Atsumu took a mental note to come and look back at them. “You’re here for the interview at 12 pm, correct?” She asks, eyes lingering on the screen. Atsumu nods in reply.
“Yes, ma’am.” He says politely. She hums and types along her keyboard before motioning the guard over. “He is here for an interview. Please show him to the office.” She tells him. The guard nods in understanding before he makes eye contact with the blonde and turns, beginning up the stairs. Atsumu nods to the receptionist in thanks before he hurries to follow.
The staircase is wide and tall as it leads to the second floor. There are even wider windows as they get to the floor. The guard takes him down a narrow hallway until he stops at a pair of glass doors. He turns and stands next to it. Atsumu is confused for a minute until he realizes he's supposed to open them. Atsumu nods a thanks before he pulls the door open.
More windows. A large desk sits in front of it, and two chairs. One chair occupies a curly-haired man, and the other is empty. Atsumu swallows as he walks in; the doors shut behind him. No other than Kuroo Tetsuro at the desk swivels his chair around. He’s reading a magazine, and he looks focused. His suit was red and black, and his eyeliner was messy but sharp; it brought out his eyes.
When he snaps his head up at Atsumu’s entrance, he smiles. “Ah! You must be Atsumu, come in, come in.” He beckons over, closes the magazine, and slides it onto his slick wood desk. Atsumu smiles shyly as he makes his way over to the desk. He glances at the other person in the room, but they show no interest in Atsumu’s presence.
Kuroo stands from his chair and brings his palm out in a handshake. Atsumu nods and takes his hand. They shake hands before Kuroo sits back down. “Please, take a seat.” He insists. Atsumu sits in the plush chair across from him. The man next to him is seemingly uninterested as his painted black nails dart across his screen. His hair was so shiny and curly. Atsumu wanted to know how it felt.
His skin was pale, flawless, and dotted with moles. His jawline was sharp, and it rolled as he chewed on what seemed like gum. His eye makeup was dark, blending with his dark eyes that cast down. Atsumu ached for his camera, angled just right, he could capture his side profile beautifully. He divided his attention away before he stared for any longer. “Thank you for joining us and for your cooperation,” Kuroo says as he crosses his leg over his knee. He intertwined his hands together in his lap.
Atsumu gives a curt nod. “Of course. Thank you for having me.” He replies. Kuroo’s gaze lingers on him for a moment before continuing. “Well, as you may know, we are short of security. And someone like you is just what we were looking for.” Kuroo assures. Atsumu’s filled with pride but nerves all in the same.
“You meet all of the requirements and have a clean history. Perfect nonetheless.” Kuroo praises. Atsumu smiles. “Thank you, sir.” He replies. Kuroo then clears his throat and glances at the presence next to the blonde. “Now, about your position. Kiyoomi here, he's been through his fair share of personal bodyguards.” Kuroo explains, motioning towards the curly-haired raven. “I’d be nice if he’d cooperate with us this time,” Kuroo says sternly.
Atsumu gazed to his right as he sat uncomfortably next to him, glancing at his foot that swung side to side in an anxious stimming manner. He was wearing at least 4-inch heels that were shiny and black, that hid underneath his flared black jeans. He also wore a black, slightly translucent, long sleeve v-neck, where his collarbones jutted out along with his sternum. Kiyoomi glared up at Kuroo from his phone before he shut it off and met Kuroo’s gaze smugly. Kuroo gave him a sarcastic smile. “Good.” He says before he gives his attention back to Atsumu. Atsumu sits up straighter at his gaze. “Excuse him, this is Sakusa Kiyoomi. The model who will be your full duty to protect and keep a close eye on.” He explains.
Atsumu swallows his nerves before turning to introduce himself, palm out. “It’s nice to meet ya–” He begins before he’s cut off. “Don’t touch me.” Kiyoomi hissed with a glare so cold it gave the blonde goosebumps. Atsumu clears his throat in embarrassment before he turns his gaze back to Kuroo.
He only meets Atsumu with a look that says he wasn't astounded by the raven’s attitude. “Well, Kiyoomi believes he doesn't need a bodyguard. Because, well, quite frankly, he’s very stubborn, mainly the reason he’s caused the others to quit. They couldn't handle his unfavorable traits.” He tuts.
Kiyoomi huffs in annoyance, continuing to chew his gum, his teeth grinding. “And that’s why we need you, Atsumu. I believe you can balance each other out. Now, I know we just met, but just from your portfolio, I can tell you'd be able to bounce right back at his cruel tongue. If I’m not mistaken?” He claims with a raised eyebrow.
Atsumu has no idea how he could make such a claim, trusting Atsumu from a few things on paper and tuition. But of course, Atsumu could do it; he could handle a brat model who’ll probably boss him around all day, no problem. Atsumu might even find it amusing. Maybe this is what his twin had been training him for all along.
“Of course, sir. Whatever I need to do.” He replies without hesitation.
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After Atsumu filled out a few pages of paperwork, they were done with the interview. Kuroo gave him understanding smiles when Atsumu was confused with a question and attempted to relax Kiyoomi when he had a snarky comment.
It wasn't as bad as Atsumu made it out to be; he got the job after all. All he had to do now was somehow get on Kiyoomi’s good side, if he even had one. So when they were finally finished, Atsumu stood along with Kuroo and shook hands once more over the surface of his desk.
Kiyoomi groaned behind him suddenly. “Can I go now? I have things to do, y'know." He complains. Kuroo rolls his eyes before he takes his hand back. “Yes, Kiyoomi. You may go.” He tells him as he sits back in his seat. Atsumu takes a deep breath, preparing himself to introduce himself properly this time.
But when he turned, Kiyoomi stood from his chair, his full height almost causing Atsumu to choke on air. He was tall, standing in front of him, Atsumu’s words stuck in his throat as his eyes lingered on his heels up to his face. Kiyoomi’s eyes were set in a hard stare as he glared at the blonde before turning and making his way towards the door.
Atsumu watches him go in stunned awe before he snaps out of it when he realizes he was leaving. Shit. He tried to gather the papers he needed and nodded to Kuroo in thanks before stumbling after the raven. “Erm, excuse me.” He said with an awkward, dry voice, attempting to divide his attention away from his phone.
Kiyoomi glared up from his screen at Atsumu, who stood awkwardly in front of him as he leaned against the wall. The angle was gorgeous on his face, highlighted beautifully from the hall lights, illuminating his face. His leg crossed over the other casually as his back arched slightly against the wall.
“Excuse me? Do you have a staring problem?” Kiyoomi snaps suddenly, Atsumu flinches, and divides his attention back to his face. “S-sorry?” He stumbles out, his face burned in embarrassment at his stumbling words. Kiyoomi rolled his eyes as he aggressively shoved his phone into his pocket and crowded in on Atsumu’s space. Towering over him slightly, Kiyoomi stared at him, his gaze burning. Atsumu swallowed under the pressuring gaze.
“I said-” He began sternly. “Keep your distance, don’t act like my boss, and you’d better be at my place by 7 am sharp. Do you understand?” He said every word slowly as if he were talking to a child. Atsumu swallowed, his words gliding down his throat thickly.
“Y-yes sir.” Atsumu murmured, his eyes darting between Kiyoomi’s dark onyx ones. Kiyoomi hummed as his gaze lingered on the blonde. “Good.” He stated simply before spinning around, making his way towards the elevator.
Atsumu let out a deep breath he didn't know he was holding.
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They gave him a strict uniform that consisted of clean black slacks that sat snug on his thighs, a white button-down tucked into his holster that held a gun. As well as the cold keys for Kiyoomi's authorized car. The car was clean, but the air inside was cold and stale, as if it had been sitting for months with no use. The car reflected Kiyoomi in a way, cold and dark. But shone with authority.
Atsumu ached to strip Kiyoomi of all of his cold, snappy personality and see what lay underneath, who he really was. Atsumu knew he was more than just a famous model who strutted the runway in dark clothing. He hadn't even seen Kiyoomi in his element yet, but he could already feel his breath wearing thin at the thought.