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A CEO and His Secretary (Ch. 2)

A/N: Kagehina is my life and I will live and die on this ship.

PART 1 HERE: https://wheretheheckismyjello.tumblr.com/post/186600195334/a-ceo-and-his-secretary

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The last thing Tobio remembers is Hinata brazenly calling him an idiot. Before he knows it, he’s filled with rage, chasing after the orange streak down the hallway, and prying the elevator doors open.

The fear is evident in Hinata’s eyes as Tobio reaches out to grab the man’s hair. This probably breaks all protocols of professionalism, but he doesn’t care.

No one had ever called him an idiot before.

Oh, Tobio is sure people have called him an idiot--amongst a host of other names--behind his back. But never to his face. That this young upstart with the cute puppy face had snarled it so viciously shocked him more than if Hinata had stripped naked and started dancing in his office.

Without thinking, he squeezes Hinata’s head and thunders, “What the hell did you say to me, dumbass?”

With a sudden jerk, he is dragged down as Hinata bows deeply with Tobio’s hand still in his hair.

“I am so sorry, Kageyama-san-sama, sir, I wasn’t thinking!” Now that the rage has subsided somewhat, Tobio notices the young man is shaking.

DING!

Tobio quickly turns as the elevator doors open to reveal someone waiting to get on.

“T-tobio?” the person says, taking a couple of steps into the elevator. “What are you doing?”

Tobio recognizes his top agent, Sugawara Koushi, staring. Belatedly, he realizes how odd the scene must look: the CEO of their company, disheveled and breathing hard from exertion, pulling on the hair of a deeply apologetic man.

He pulls his hand away as if the fiery red hair had the heat of an actual fire and grimaces.

“Ah, nothing!” He steps out of the elevator, dragging Hinata along with him.

Feeling the pressure from his head release, Hinata raises his head to see a tall, gray-haired man staring at him with kind and curious eyes. Tobio notices the tell-tale heat of a blush creeping up Hinata’s neck.

“H-hello!” he says, bowing again.

“What’d this poor kid do to you, Tobio?” Koushi asks.

“This...this...dumbass,” Tobio spits out, “called me an idiot.”

He whirls around to glare at Hinata, who squeaks like a panicked mouse. Hinata immediately jumps behind Koushi, like a chick taking shelter under the wing of its mother. Tobio pinches the bridge of his nose. It is probably a good thing he had run into Koushi like this.

TOBU CEO COMMITS HOMICIDE would not have made a great headline in the morning.

“I already said I was sorry!” Hinata grumbled, peeking around the arm of his newfound bodyguard.

Tobio’s eye twitches in anger and he moves to grab Hinata.

“Now, now, Tobio!” Koushi says, stopping his arm. “I’m sure he had a good reason for calling you an idiot. Right, Akage-kun?” He smiles at the red-faced Hinata.

Tobio grits his jaw in anger. Isn’t Koushi his friend? Why is he jumping in to defend this shrimp?

“I do, I do!” Hinata exclaims. He points an accusing finger at Tobio. “This guy made me slave all morning without a single word of thanks and when I called him out on it, he thought I should be the one thanking him!”

“Ahh…” murmurs Koushi, steely gray eyes meeting Tobio’s blue ones. “Well doesn’t that sound like a reasonable explanation, Tobio?”

“Wh-what?” Tobio splutters, shaking with indignant fury. “It is absolutely not! He was being completely disrespectful!”

Koushi rubs his head in thought. “But weren’t you the one who was disrespectful by not thanking him for his hard work?”

Tobio opens his mouth in retort, but again the ding of the elevator interrupts him. A very worried Kiyoko steps out to see their tableau.

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“Shouyo!” Kiyoko exclaims. “What--what happened? What did you do?”

She doesn’t need an explanation to know that Shouyo had done something reckless again and she was going to have to help him worm his way out of it again.

It’s been like that since their high school days, when she had been the manager of the volleyball team and had to physically force Shouyo to stop running laps or spiking drills and get rest before big games.

Not waiting for a response, she turns to bow to Kageyama.

“I am so sorry, Kageyama-san,” she says. “It is completely my fault for not training him more carefully. I will work hard to fix whatever mistakes he may have made.”

Hearing her plea, Shouyo’s defensiveness gives way for a pang of guilt.

Shit. He messed up. Kiyoko stuck her neck out to get him this job and it’s only halfway through his first day before she’s having to apologize for his stupidity.

He pushes his way forward and bows an even deeper bow.

“No, sir!” he says. “Shimizu-san did nothing wrong! It was--I was--”

Here he trails off, not sure how to placate the seething man before him. Ah, he supposes there’s nothing else to do but--

Kageyama starts at the loud smack of Shouyo’s forehead hitting the ground as he kneels in dogeza. “I am sorry for calling you an idiot, Kageyama-sama! Please forgive me!”

In the ensuing awkward silence, Kageyama clears his throat.

“Th-that’s enough,” he murmurs. “Get up.”

Shouyo refuses to move from his spot on the floor.

“Ne, Akage-kun.” The gray-haired man who had protected him earlier nudges him kindly and pulls him to his feet. “Tobio says it’s okay, so it’s okay.”

“Thank you, sir!” Shouyo says, rubbing the now reddened spot on his forehead. That’s probably going to leave a bruise. But, it’s not like he’s a stranger to those.

“Call me Sugawara,” the man says, extending a hand.

“Ah! Hinata.” Shouyo takes the man’s hand gratefully, too nervous to look him in the face.

“C’mon, Tobio,” Sugawara says, dragging Kageyama by his suit jacket. “I was on my way to get you for lunch, anyway, so let’s go.”

“Wait a second!” Kageyama protests, still glaring at Shouyo. “I have to--”

“Now, now,” Sugawara says with a firm and slightly intimidating tone. “You’ll probably feel better after you get some food in you. Later.”

And with that, they are off, leaving a very very relieved Shouyo and Kiyoko in their wake.

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Kiyoko gapes at him and if it weren’t for his near-death experience earlier, Shouyo would have found it funny: her mouth opening and closing wordlessly like a stunned fish.

“Y-you called our boss--no--our CEO an idiot?” she finally exclaims. “To his face?”

The two of them sit in the breakroom with their lunches turning cold as Shouyo recited what had occurred in Kageyama’s office.

“Yes,” Shouyo says, “I don’t know...he was so rude and it just slipped out.”

“You, Hinata Shouyo, are the one who is the idiot.”

“I know, I know,” Shouyo groans, putting his head in his hands. “Do you think he’s gonna fire me?”

Kiyoko finally picks up her chopsticks and takes a bite of rice.

“Hmm…” she ponders as she chews, “Hard to say. That seems like an overreaction. It’s not like you did anything to hurt the company.”

“Yeah, but you should have seen his face! It was all GRRRR and BLARGH and I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!”

“That’s just how he looks,” Kiyoko says. “But maybe get him an apology present and lay low for a while.”

“An apology present! Yes, that’s a great idea!” Shouyo taps his palm with a fist. “But...what should I get?”

Kiyoko shrugs. “Maybe a bottle of whiskey? He likes to drink Hibiki.”

Shouyo’s eyes widen in awe at his friend. “Waaah amazing, Kiyoko-sama! How do you know that?”

“Don’t call me that, dummy,” she says, a hint of a smile on her lips. “And it’s my job to know as his secretary. Something you’ll have to know also, amongst many other facts about Kageyama-san. First and foremost being that you do not call him an idiot.”

Shouyo hangs his head in shame. “Noted.”

He brightens up immediately, however, never one to dwell on the past for long.

“I should also get you a thank you present for helping me! And Sugawara-san for protecting me!”

He begins to cheer up as he brainstorms what sorts of gifts to get them, shoveling his lunch messily into his mouth.

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“Well I must say. That little Akage-kun has guts,” Koushi chuckles around a mouthful of salad.

“Who is Akage-kun?” Ryuunosuke asks, peering curiously at him.

Tobio spears his steak with venom, imagining a certain redhead’s defiant face in its place.

Koushi had dragged Tobio all the way to the café across the street to join their other friends, Tanaka Ryuunosuke and Nishinoya Yuu, both nurse practitioners at the hospital down the block.

The four of them had known each other since high school, brought together by volleyball and kept together by the affection that can only bloom between people who have suffered the lowest of lows (meals salted by their tears after a particularly heartrending loss) and the highest of highs (piling on top of each other in a screaming, sweaty mess after winning the championship game).

“Weeeelllll…” Koushi says, glancing at Tobio now hacking at his meat. “I don’t actually know. Is he an intern or something, Tobio?”

Tobio doesn’t answer, choosing instead to gnash on his steak with the force of a lion ripping the meat off its prey.

“Anyway, doesn’t matter, “Koushi says. “Apparently he’s someone who called Tobio an idiot today.”

He leans in with a smirk, “To his face.”

Ryuu and Yuu gasp in response, clutching dramatically at their chests.

“Someone called Tobio an idiot?!” Ryuu shouts.

“To his face?!” Yuu adds.

Tobio feels his right eye twitch furiously at the memory.

“Koushi…” he warns.

“So you need us to help bury the body or…?”

“There is no body!” Tobio snaps at Ryuu. “I didn’t do anything to him!”

“Didn’t do anything,” Koushi scoffs, “The poor thing looked frightened to death coming out of the elevator!”

“But why did he call you an idiot, Tobio?” Yuu asks after chomping down his sandwich it what seemed like two bites.

“I--I don’t know! Probably because he’s a dumbass!”

At this, Koushi snorts. Good thing he was around to correct the record. “Apparently, he made Akage-kun work his ass off all day without thanking him. And then when Akage-kun scolded him, he said Akage-kun should be saying thank you to him!”

He shakes his head. “Can you believe this guy?”

“Why should I thank him?” Tobio drops his fork, irritated at his friend’s lack of loyalty. “It’s his job to do what I say.”

“Oh, Tobio,” Yuu says.

“Tobio, Tobio, Tobio,” Ryuu echoes.

The two of them cross their arms and shake their heads in clear disapproval.

“What!”

“You haven’t changed at all have you,” Yuu responds.

“You may be the big boss,” Ryuu adds, “But your whole company is a team. You say ‘Nice receive’ when a teammate gets a good dig don’t you?”

Tobio jerks his head in agreement.

“So you should say ‘Good job’ to someone doing a good job,” Ryuu finishes triumphantly.

“Whoever Akage-kun is, he's right,” Yuu interjects. “You are an idiot.”

“Tch,” Tobio replies. Although now that he’s gotten some food in him, he can see that his friends have a point.

He hadn’t been particularly polite when Hinata was first introduced and he didn’t acknowledge any of the guy’s effort, which, he thinks to himself, had been exuberant with every assigned task.

“Well he could have communicated it like that instead of calling me an idiot,” he mumbles, still determined to come out the victim in this situation.

“That’s probably true. Although I get the feeling Akage-kun is just as hot-headed as you,” Koushi says.

He smacks Tobio on the back. “Well, when you get back you should talk to him! Apologize. Communicate your feelings.”

Tobio blanches, dreading the thought. The idea of looking at that wide-eyed face grinning smugly as he says “Sorry” is almost enough to make him hurl his steak.

Maybe an earthquake will occur between now and his walk back to his office and the earth will swallow him up and he wouldn’t have to do anything.

"And," he thinks to himself, "I’d be dead, so that stupid dumbass would feel bad that he called me an idiot."

He has no such luck and soon, he’s finding himself going back up in the elevator that had very nearly been the scene of a murder.

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A/N: Yes, yes this fic is mostly about my undying love for Kagehina, but you didn’t think I’d leave out the rest of Karasuno, did you? Just like in the manga/anime, they will all get their chance to shine. Unless I give up on this story, which is likely to happen as I am very lazy.

PART 1 HERE: https://wheretheheckismyjello.tumblr.com/post/186600195334/a-ceo-and-his-secretary

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A CEO and His Secretary

SYNOPSIS: Kageyama Tobio has done nothing but make sure to achieve perfection. Now, as the CEO of a very successful sports agency, he continues on his ruthless stomp to success. Which is about to be slightly hindered by his new secretary: one very annoying, very stupid, very adorable Hinata Shoyo.

A/N: Okay yeah, hi, I'm late to the Haikyuu! Bandwagon, but I've drunkenly jumped on and will not be letting go. Enjoy my crack version of the good old 'Boss and Secretary Falling in Love' story.

PART 2 HERE: https://wheretheheckismyjello.tumblr.com/post/186637908894/a-ceo-and-his-secretary-ch-2

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"Yoroshiku Onegaishimasu!"

Kageyama Tobio stares blankly at the mop of orange in front of him. He can't fathom how someone with a Carrot-Top even got an interview at his company, let alone actually hired as his secretary's assistant.

He glances at Kiyoko, who knew him so well by now that she instantly read his incredulous face asking a silent "This guy?" She responds with a sickeningly sweet smile.

"We are really lucky to have you, Hinata-kun," Kiyoko says, patting the young man on his back. "I'm sure Kageyama-san would agree."

Head still bowed, the new hire misses Kiyoko shooting a cold glare at Tobio.

"Mm," Tobio grunts noncommittally.

Carrot-Top-Hinata Shoyo-finally raises his head, giving Tobio a blinding, toothy grin. Tobio jerks back at the sheer brightness of it. His assessment of the man's face didn't end there, noticing Hinata also had large brown eyes that seemed to take up half of his face.

Right. The new guy is 50% eyeballs, 50% smile, and 100% not going to last. After all, Tobio had already driven three prospective assistant secretaries to quit just this past month.

This new one, short and puppy-like, didn't look tough enough to handle the terms and conditions one emphatically ignores when downloading a new app, let alone the complicated, multi-million dollar contracts that Tobu negotiates.

"Okay," he says, after a moment. "I'm sure Shimizu-san will show you everything."

"Oh! Yes, sir!" Hinata answers enthusiastically, bowing again.

Tobio gives a dismissive wave and walks back to his office, still slightly unnerved by Hinata's excessive cheeriness.

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Still thinking about his tall, taciturn CEO's lukewarm welcome, Shoyo asks, "Is he always like that?"

"Like he's got a permanent stick up his ass?" Kiyoko replies as she settles behind her desk. "Yeah."

Shoyo splutters, "I-I didn't mean it like that…"

"It's fine, Shoyo," she says with a roll of her eyes. "He prides himself in his stick-up-his-assholish-ness. Thinks the only way to rule is with an Iron Fist. That's why…"

Here she lowers her voice, eyes scanning the reception area, "...everyone calls him King Kageyama."

Shoyo giggles. "That's kind of an awesome nickname."

Kiyoko shakes her head. "Never let him hear you say it."

After a pause, she regards Shoyo with a somber expression.

"He's a good man, you know," she says. "Just...a little hard around the edges."

"Eh? He looks hard all over," Shoyo says without thinking. He immediately realizes the innuendo in his words and smacks a hand over his reddening face. "I didn't mean-not like that-!"

Kiyoko just chuckles and boots up her computer.

"Careful there, Anastasia," she teases."You wouldn't want him to show you his special playroom, I promise. It probably has an actual Iron Maiden."

Face redder than his hair, Shoyo turns to his own computer as a merciful escape.

"Well, he does look hard all over," a traitorous voice in his mind whispers, "Except maybe that ass. It looks firm, but still very squeezable."

Shoyo shakes his head clear of the lascivious thought.

"No! Remember your HR training on sexual harrassment, Shoyo!"

He dives into the pile of work Kiyoko has started explaining to him, grateful for the distraction.

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By noon, Shoyo has learned why his new boss' nickname is "King Kageyama."

"Although," he thinks to himself with gritted teeth, "Dictator Kageyama is more apt."

Just in the first four hours of Shoyo's first day alone, Kageyama has demanded they promptly respond to hundreds of e-mails, set several appointments with people who seemed to only be free on the same days and times as each other, and locate an endless amount of files for him to peruse.

All without a single "Please" or "Thank you."

"Let's get lunch, Shoyo," Kiyoko said with a sigh. She stretches in her chair and rubs her tired eyes.

"Sure," Shoyo says. "Let me just drop this file off to Kageyama-san."

He knocks politely on the imposing door with a brass nameplate declaring: "Kageyama Tobio." Underneath is his title: "Chief Executive Officer."

Shoyo knocks politely, then opens the door. Kageyama is bent over his desk, scrutinizing a document. He doesn't look up at the intrusion.

"Sir," Shoyo mumbles. "I have the file on Ichiro Suzuki that you asked for."

Kageyama beckons without a word and Shoyo tentatively walks up to place the file delicately on his desk.

Shoyo stands there for a long moment, staring nervously at Kageyama. Seconds tick by until Kageyama realizes Shoyo is still, inexplicably, in his office.

"That's all," he says.

"Umm...well! Sir, I just wanted to say...it's just that..." Shoyo takes a deep breath and then charges headlong, "You see, sir, my Mom taught me to say 'Thank you' when someone does something for me."

The leaden silence that follows must be every living thing waiting with baited breath, Shoyo thinks. It takes Kageyama some time to process what his subordinate just said. When Shoyo's words finally reach him, he furrows his brows.

Shoyo stares back haughtily as Kageyama leans back in his plush, leather chair.

"Probably made to fit to his ass measurements," Shoyo thinks. "Dammit. Don't think about his ass now, Shoyo!"

"Go on then," Kageyama says.

"Sir?" Shoyo's teeth chatter. The room's temperature seems to have dropped ten degrees. Or maybe that was just the cold glint in Kageyama's dark blue eyes.

"You wanted to say 'Thank you' to me, did you not?" Kageyama stares intently at Shoyo. "I personally don't think it's necessary, but go ahead."

A nerve pops in Shoyo's forehead.

"No!" he screeches. "You should say 'Thank you' to me! Idiot!"

The silence before was a cacophony of sound compared to the absolute quiet now. It is so quiet Shoyo can hear his own racing heartbeat, hear Kageyama's jaw drop, hear the wailing cry of an infant in the distance.

On second thought, that might have been his inner voice weeping about his undoubtedly short-lived career at Tobu.

Welp. Shoyo knows there's only one thing for him to do.

He backpedals his way out of Kageyama's office and sprints past a befuddled Kiyoko down the long hallway, fully intending to run to the Eshima Ohashi Bridge and launch himself into the welcoming waters of Nakauimi Lake.

"Oi! Hinata!" he hears from behind him. He turns to see his boss charging after him, absolute fury in his face.

"This must be what the people feel during the Running of the Bulls," he thinks. "Good thing I'm so fast."

He kicks himself into a higher gear and skids in front of the elevator, frantically pressing the Down button.

"GET. BACK. HERE." Shoyo's eyes widen as Kageyama closes the distance, his life flashing before his eyes until-

DING!-like a deus ex machina, the elevator arrives.

Shoyo launches himself into the elevator and mashes the Close Doors button. As the doors slide close, he breathes a sigh of relief.

Until a large, slender hand appears in the small gap still left and forces the elevator doors open. Shoyo's eyes widen in fear as a panting Kageyama looms over him like an Angel of God.

Kageyama stomps into the elevator and places a hand on Hinata's now windblown hair. His fingers tighten around orange strands.

Shoyo gulps.

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A/N: Oh wow I really did it, I wrote a whole chapter. Any constructive criticism is appreciated. Or just plain compliments are fine too. Actually, probably just give me compliments. My fragile heart can't take any perceived slight right now. Or ever.

PART 2 HERE: https://wheretheheckismyjello.tumblr.com/post/186637908894/a-ceo-and-his-secretary-ch-2

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