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Why had Ann been taking the Producer up on this favor? It was an emergency she said, something had come up on a very short notice. And thus she needed a replacement to pick up someone for her. One of the top idols at ES, one of the best idols around. Who was the idol in question? From what they were told his name is Izumi Sena, one of Knights members. And it was up to Ann to pick that guy up.
The name was not one they were unfamiliar with either, far from it. They had heard of him in passing as he had been away in Florence. And what the coworkers told them about this guy… Apparently he was a pain to be around. A literal pain in the ass, a piece of work if you may. He would complain non stop and if he saw just one flaw in you, which was almost anyone honestly, he would put you down on the spot. He would not hold back if he found something to complain about. And he will find something, it was rather guaranteed, to say the least.
But it was also important to keep an open mind. Ann was told to ‘tread carefully’ but they just wanted to keep an open mind. Surely he wasn’t that bad, was he? In fact, he was probably just a little stressed if anything. Having a jetpack constantly does horrible things. They experienced jetlag the moment they were headed to Japan after all so they wouldn’t blame him if they were completely honest. A bit grumpy, anyone could handle that! Surely! Yeah, a grumpy guy is not the worst thing in the world!
“So… Sena–San… Sena–San…” Ann mumbled to themselves as they were just wandering around the airport, keeping their own eyes out. They were ‘people browsing’ at that point. Did they have any idea what the idol looked like though? Well, sorta. They could just barely remember his face but they had seen it here and there. Wait, actually… Some pictures were on their phone thanks to their mother. She had seen this ‘good looking model’ and had to tell their kid all about it, even saying things like the following:
'Doesn’t he look like the perfect type for a mother–in–law?’
‘He looks really good. Girls at your age would give anything for a guy like that.’
'Say, isn’t he your type too? He has to be!’
‘Dear, do you think this outfit looks good on him? I mean, you should be the best judge since you are in the same age group as he is.’
Each time they responded to those texts in a rather neutral manner they would say.
‘Mom, you don’t expect me to date a model, do you?’
‘Why not? Listen dear, I read up on him and it says that he works at the same place you are working at.’
‘I’m not going to Japan to manhunt!’
‘Just throwing it out there.’
‘Firstly, he’s also working as an idol. Idols are not like western artists! Secondly, I’m just going to be his coworker at most! Thirdly, I’m still not interested!’
‘Then it’s about time.’
‘Don’t push it Mom!’
‘Haha, I’m just messing with you dear.’
‘You’re embarrassing me sometimes…’
But that much was true. They were not interested, and even if they were… The two of them would just be coworkers at most. Nothing personal, no relationship of any kind. Just neutral coworkers… If you can call it that. Nothing more, nothing else. Just existing at the same workplace.
Ahem…Long story short, they had a pretty good idea of what his face should look like at the very least. Their Mom had sent quite a few to them, it may as well be burned into their mind. With that they just kept on searching and searching, their legs carrying them around the airport. Though it became a little hopeless. What if he went already ahead? It was a possibility. Or what if they walked past him without noticing!? Talk about bad luck damn it… Drat! They would have to run around the airport once more and—
“Hah!? What do you mean you can’t come pick me up!?” A voice suddenly echoed right in their very own ears, making them come to a sudden halt. It was a loud one, having a rather angry tone, to say the least, and being anything but pleased. And even that was an understatement.
“Are you kidding me!? Some meetings take great priority!? What kind of Producer are you!?”
The male voice then let out a sigh after a few moments, then continued to talk: “Ugh… great… Alright, who did you send? ‘Wolff’? Who the hell’s that!?”
Their name! They heard their last name! Wait, was that—
“Never heard it before. Whatever, they’re not on time anyway! Do you have any idea how long I’ve been standing here, waiting for someone to show up!? I’ll give them an earful!”
A moment of silence yet again as they turned though for some reason their stomach turned. Something was up here, kind of… But they decided to not let it bother them.
“ ‘Go easy on them!?’ Ok ok fine, since you told them on short notice. This is your fault too. Whatever, I see you when I see you.”
A quick beep could be heard shortly after and they spotted the silver haired male putting his communication device away. They had been staring and listening in for quite some time, deciding to let him finish his conversation.They could already tell from the side profile who this was… Izumi Sena, the one they had been looking for. Thus they took a step forward finally, to make themselves known while saying rather softly: “Uhm… Excuse me… Sena…San?”
The young male turned around, right into the direction of the voice with a narrowed gaze, looking like anything but amused, to say the least. “What!?” He even hissed right at them, making them stop dead in their tracks yet also holding back to not flinch from this sudden reaction.
“S… Sorry… I…Here to…” They continued stuttering yet he interrupted them from one moment to the next, having raised his own voice: “Speak up, would you!? And how about you try to speak in full sentences! This is pathetic to listen to!”
Hearing this made them nearly grumble. Something rubbed them the wrong way. What the hell was this guy thinking? This was as bad as they heard so far. And it has not even been a minute! Oh great…
They felt one of their hands forming a fist yet they tried to not to let it get to them. Maybe it was just a… Terrible first impression.
“Uhm… I… Can’t talk… Much Japanese…” They responded, very slowly, trying to keep their composure the best way they possibly can.
At most they only got one of his eyebrows rising, him then scoffing: “Talk? Don’t you mean ‘speak’?” It wouldn’t be something they would usually take offense to but the way he said it, so mockingly… It made their blood boil, almost literally. Especially once he took a closer look, to say the least. He then added however: “Wait… You’re not from here, are you?”
“Yeah.” They nodded yet with somewhat visible annoyance. Yet he decided to ignore it or had not noticed.
“Ok fine, I won’t pick on your poor choice of words.”Oh how generous… “But quit the stuttering, will you? It’s annoying.”
Wha— Less stuttering? Less stuttering!? How!? They had to think about their words here! This guy is an inconsiderate shithead alright!? They made on attempt in hiding it at that point, being beyond furious at that point. “Ugh… If so, how about English?”
Though they would not even wait for an answer, adding: “Hah, no. Whatever. Picking up! You!”
“Huh? Picking me u—” He was about to repeat though would then come to a realization. “Hey, you’re that ‘Wolff’ person, aren’t you?”
They nodded, though somewhat forcefully. “Yeah. I’m Anja–Sophie Wolff. And I—”
“I didn’t ask for your name, did I?”
“Well… No, but—”
A sudden glare from the dimwit in front of them. “I’ve got a bone to pick with you then! Do you know how long I waited here!? Did you even try looking!?”
A grumble escaped their very own lips, more audible than before. They then glared back, massively annoyed. They are getting more and more pissed at this point. Not furious, pissed.
“If you wanna walk and sweat, please. I’ll drive with not you.”
They said it sharp and bluntly, not even resisting by then. No, he is not as bad as they said… He’s worse than they said! That Arschloch!
Regardless, that seemed to have silenced him for a short moment, Izumi’s face being rather surprised. taken aback even. As if asking ‘How dare they?’ Well, they dared and there was nothing this sorryass could do about it. However, he gave in at the very least, or so it seemed at first. “Ugh, fine. Whatever.”
That prick isn’t apologizing though.
“Just keep your distance, will you? I don’t want to be seen with someone like you.”
“Hah!? What for!?” What the—
“Ugh, what even is this!?” He responded fairly quickly, pointing at everything he was talking about at that very moment, with a rather disgusted expression right on his own face. “Your hair is an utter, unacceptable mess! Did you pick these clothes out with your eyes closed!? It’s not just out of season, it also looks old! Are you going to work or for a jog!? And even then, I can clearly see the fat building up. How much do you weigh!? A ton!? Either way, pick wider clothes for crying out loud!”
Ann’s own eyelids twitched at his comments, this guy has the audacity to point out these things! No shame, no sugarcoating. None of that! “Sorry for being a uni student…”
“Uni student!? I thought you were some random hobo! At least try to look decent!”
“None of your business, is it?”
“It is! I have to walk next to you! Good grief…”
Ok, enough is enough. Suddenly they just turned away, about to just walk off. Driving that guy around? No fucking way! “Fine. Walk to the office. Be like that.”
“Wha– Hold it right there!” From one moment to the next he grabbed one of their arms as tightly as possible, though instead of hurting them it was more annoying, to say the least. “You’ve been told to pick me up! No backing out now!”
The brunette huffed. “Don’t wanna! Arroganter Schnösel! ”
A glance to the side revealed one of his eyelids twitching, not pleased. “Did you just call me by a name!?”
“Not telling! Vollhonk! ”
“Why you little…”
“ Verpiss dich einfach. Ich habe Wichtigeres zu tun, als einen Idioten zum Gebäude zu fahren. ”
They were about to take their leave after this, not wanting to bother with this guy any longer. Annoying piece of shit with a ‘pretty face’, ugh… This goddamn guy. Can rot for all they cared.
Yeah, no way they’d even want to get closer to that shithead.However, they got grabbed yet again, as if not allowed to escape.
“Ugh, fine! Just do your job. I’ll shut up. Not like I want to talk to you to begin with.” Izumi grumbled, being very reluctant about this. But it was for the better.
“Fine. You shut it. I shut it. Simple.”
“Fine!”
And then silence kicked in, the two just walking to the car and drive in utter silence, annoyed by another’s presence. It was not worth acknowledging him to begin with.
Though that had been only the first encounter between them and the biggest Arschloch in the whole wide world… Izumi Sena. At the time they prayed that it would be the first and last time… But of course fate is a cruel Mistress.