#Kousuke hirahara x reader

[pudding-pompurin]

I love yoo - Kousuke x reader

In which y/n meets Kousuke Hirahara while delivering files as a business partner, only to be sprayed with makeup remover.

Genre: Normal, platonic

Word count: 806

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of a bar, mentions of alcohol, "friendly" banter.

You walked through the large building of the Hirahara building, stopping when you saw the large plaque Kousuke Hirahara displayed on the large wooden door. 

"Excuse me?" You knocked. "I need to speak with Mister Hirahara about an urgent matter." 

After much silence, you were preparing to contact him through your phone until the door suddenly swung open while a large spray of mist met your face. 

"What the f- I mean, what is the meaning of this?" You quickly corrected yourself as you felt the liquid drip down your face. 

"For the last time, Meg, I don't want to go out with......" 

Through your blurred vision, you could see a man wearing a navy blue suit holding the door with a shocked expression on his face. 

"Oh, uhm.. I'm.." 

Without a second word, you speed walked toward the exit of the main building, not even looking up to see anyone. However, you didn't need to reach your car to know what your face must have looked like from the gasps and snickers following your every step. 

Opening the compass mirror, you saw mascara dripping down your chin while eyeliner blended and smudged with your delicately placed eyeshadow. 

"Fuck, who the hell was that bitch." You were literally on the verge of tears because of how ruined the eyeliner you spent hours upon hours irritating your skin looked. The number of times you almost stabbed your eye to make your eyeliner wings look at least decent became ruined due to whatever that prick had sprayed on your face. 

Being the daughter of another wealthy CEO made you need to constantly be aware of your language around other people, especially future business partners. Today, you had to deliver files required for a transaction between your family company and the Hirahara company. This was all going to be secured by a masquerade ball held by the Hirahara's to uphold a standing relationship between the two families, although, you knew it was just for the look and aesthetic. 

If there was now a choice between attending or not, your immediate decision would be to continue studying for the university entrance exams. 

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As it fell into the night, you carefully exited the large car your family showed off at formal events. The mask covering your face was adorned with tiny crystals on strips of lace. Sitting on top of everything was a small feather and flower, matching with the rest of your relatives.  

"Y/n." Your father's voice spoke lowly beside you. "Please watch your language tonight, as this is quite a formal event. I will allow you to go into the bars if it means you keep your mouth shut." 

Honestly, this seemed like a pretty fair deal to you, as many close calls from you on the verge of swearing had put you in hot waters. 

Small groups of other people in masks gathered around snack tables, which was where you immediately headed. 

Your eyes scanned the endless deserts as you immersed yourself in the bland conversations of others around you as you held tightly onto your plate. 

Spotting a slice of tiramisu, you reached to grab it from the table before someone handheld it from the opposite side. Looking up, you saw the same blue suit of the prick who had sprayed you with who knows what. 

"Excuse me?" You take a deep breath, deciding to let go of the incident. For now. "I was going to take that tiramisu." 

You say while tugging on the plate and maintaining direct eye contact with the rude ass guy.

"No, I believe I grabbed this tiramisu first. Kindly take your hands off." He retorted. 

Damn, the nerve of that guy was going to boil you in anger. 

You continued dragging the tiramisu closer to you until the sudden pull on his end caused it to crash onto the ground. 

"Are you serious-". You began to say before realizing that being seen in another situation such as this could lead to another rumor about the heir of Y/n company doing blah blah bullshit. 

So, without a second thought, you booked it out of there and upstairs into a bar. The immediate change in vibes was insane, with rap and disco lights shining weird reflections of color onto the glass wine bottles. 

"Can I just have an iced water?" You shouted over the blaring music. 

Sitting into the backless chairs, you released a sigh and rested your head on your hand. How can a single guy spoil so much in a person's day?

The second your water hit the table, you snatched it and walked into an empty balcony. Your hands were turning numb due to the cold air and the ice cooling your drink. You began to enjoy the peace of being outside without the perfect facade everyone put on. 

A/n: Please tell me If you would like a part two to this.

[oblako]

caught up on the ily fp and god this episode filled me with so much dread......

[meowiemari]

Part two please

I love yoo - Kousuke x reader

In which y/n meets Kousuke Hirahara while delivering files as a business partner, only to be sprayed with makeup remover.

Genre: Normal, platonic

Word count: 806

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of a bar, mentions of alcohol, "friendly" banter.

You walked through the large building of the Hirahara building, stopping when you saw the large plaque Kousuke Hirahara displayed on the large wooden door. 

"Excuse me?" You knocked. "I need to speak with Mister Hirahara about an urgent matter." 

After much silence, you were preparing to contact him through your phone until the door suddenly swung open while a large spray of mist met your face. 

"What the f- I mean, what is the meaning of this?" You quickly corrected yourself as you felt the liquid drip down your face. 

"For the last time, Meg, I don't want to go out with......" 

Through your blurred vision, you could see a man wearing a navy blue suit holding the door with a shocked expression on his face. 

"Oh, uhm.. I'm.." 

Without a second word, you speed walked toward the exit of the main building, not even looking up to see anyone. However, you didn't need to reach your car to know what your face must have looked like from the gasps and snickers following your every step. 

Opening the compass mirror, you saw mascara dripping down your chin while eyeliner blended and smudged with your delicately placed eyeshadow. 

"Fuck, who the hell was that bitch." You were literally on the verge of tears because of how ruined the eyeliner you spent hours upon hours irritating your skin looked. The number of times you almost stabbed your eye to make your eyeliner wings look at least decent became ruined due to whatever that prick had sprayed on your face. 

Being the daughter of another wealthy CEO made you need to constantly be aware of your language around other people, especially future business partners. Today, you had to deliver files required for a transaction between your family company and the Hirahara company. This was all going to be secured by a masquerade ball held by the Hirahara's to uphold a standing relationship between the two families, although, you knew it was just for the look and aesthetic. 

If there was now a choice between attending or not, your immediate decision would be to continue studying for the university entrance exams. 

-----------

As it fell into the night, you carefully exited the large car your family showed off at formal events. The mask covering your face was adorned with tiny crystals on strips of lace. Sitting on top of everything was a small feather and flower, matching with the rest of your relatives.  

"Y/n." Your father's voice spoke lowly beside you. "Please watch your language tonight, as this is quite a formal event. I will allow you to go into the bars if it means you keep your mouth shut." 

Honestly, this seemed like a pretty fair deal to you, as many close calls from you on the verge of swearing had put you in hot waters. 

Small groups of other people in masks gathered around snack tables, which was where you immediately headed. 

Your eyes scanned the endless deserts as you immersed yourself in the bland conversations of others around you as you held tightly onto your plate. 

Spotting a slice of tiramisu, you reached to grab it from the table before someone handheld it from the opposite side. Looking up, you saw the same blue suit of the prick who had sprayed you with who knows what. 

"Excuse me?" You take a deep breath, deciding to let go of the incident. For now. "I was going to take that tiramisu." 

You say while tugging on the plate and maintaining direct eye contact with the rude ass guy.

"No, I believe I grabbed this tiramisu first. Kindly take your hands off." He retorted. 

Damn, the nerve of that guy was going to boil you in anger. 

You continued dragging the tiramisu closer to you until the sudden pull on his end caused it to crash onto the ground. 

"Are you serious-". You began to say before realizing that being seen in another situation such as this could lead to another rumor about the heir of Y/n company doing blah blah bullshit. 

So, without a second thought, you booked it out of there and upstairs into a bar. The immediate change in vibes was insane, with rap and disco lights shining weird reflections of color onto the glass wine bottles. 

"Can I just have an iced water?" You shouted over the blaring music. 

Sitting into the backless chairs, you released a sigh and rested your head on your hand. How can a single guy spoil so much in a person's day?

The second your water hit the table, you snatched it and walked into an empty balcony. Your hands were turning numb due to the cold air and the ice cooling your drink. You began to enjoy the peace of being outside without the perfect facade everyone put on. 

A/n: Please tell me If you would like a part two to this.