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Fuck.

Bastards.

Shit.

Cunts.

Motherfuckers.

Bunch of assholes.

All the words I wanted to say but couldn't because I was in a fucking meeting.

My first real meeting with a driver in the midst of it as well.

And apparently, my job was 'Yuki Tsunoda's girlfriend'.

To be clear: not what I signed up for.

I was here to work for the media team, yes, but not to be a driver's fucking fake girlfriend!

I certainly wasn't as sweet and as innocent as the whole team was painting me, but I didn't want to lose the job I'd worked so hard to get, so I kept my mouth shut.

I glanced at Yuki, the driver, and he seemed like he was about to explode from anger.

Well, at least he could explode. He was known for his foul mouth and no one even batted an eye when he cursed, from what I'd gathered.

"You want us to what?!"

His tone was calm, but the murderous intent hung heavy on his expression.

Heads were about to roll.

"Fakedate," Madelinne said excitedly, "Y/N here is sweet, and innocent, and the media needs to see a sweet side of you, Yuki. Not only are they tarnishing your reputation by claiming you're a hot-headed menace who has anger issues-"

"Which I am."

Madeline glared at Yuki, "The team's rep is being dragged as well. Besides, a few months should do the trick. You just need to be seen out, being all sweet with each other and we're golden."

I sighed.

My mom was right, I should have gone into law.

But then again, she'd been the one encouraging me to follow my dreams. Go figure.

"-tside this room can know, understood?"

I looked up, catching Madeline leveling Yuki and myself with very stern looks.

I nodded, wishing I could note that I hadn't agreed to anyt-

"We didn't agree to anything yet."

God bless Yuki Tsunoda.

God bless him and his entire family.

Madeline laughed. A laugh that meant she had made up her mind and we had no real say in this, "Oh no Yuki, I don't really need your consent-"

"Sounds fucking criminal to hear that if you ask me."

"This is happening. So suck it up." I must have been worse at hiding my unease than I thought, because Madeline stared me down, "Both of you."

Well, fuck me through a glass wall and lay me on a bed of nails.

(...)

"You've been seen out with a mystery girl for the past few weeks, does that have anything to do with the improvement of your performance?"

I bit my nails as the interviewer asked Yuki more and more personal questions.

Yuki looked like he was about to kill someone.

He looked like he was about to fucking explode.

He looked like he was about to torture the poor-

"They do say love makes you stronger," Yuki shrugged with a small smirk, and my mouth hung open. How the fuck had he not gone batshit crazy at that question? "And Y/N just happens to be my biggest source of strength. And probably my biggest supporter. Sorry, mom."