LOGINTrauma tends to manifest itself in different forms— Sometimes, even a non-threatening situation can feel like the end of the world.
“I’ll make it work! You don’t need to do anything. I’ll make sure it works out this time”. Rei pleads, her voice heavy with desperation. Aito’s jaw clenches, but he says nothing. His silence only serves to fuel her desperation. She watches him carefully from across the table. He has been trying to get in touch with her for a while, and now she has given him the chance to speak with her. So why? Why won’t he just pick her side?— That’s all she’s asking for. All she needs now is support. Is it really so hard for him to just help her?. Just this once. It’s her life on the line here. “I’m serious. This time..this time I’m sure that I can get Miyamura, so just let me have this chance, Aito”. Tension crackles between them, apprehensive and fierce. He finally releases a sigh— but he still doesn’t face her. When he does, it’s to give her a glance that shows how uneasy her request makes him. “You can’t do this anymore, Rei. And neither can I”. His uneasiness morp
Miyamura curses colorfully at his phone. It’s so vulgar, it’s almost artistic. His glare alone can burn his phone to ashes. It’s quite scary. The beta waiter drops the packaged food on the table and scampers off like a rabbit. I wish I could run away too. “Would you be interested in attending the private shareholders conference with me?”. He asks, still not looking up from his phone. To say my heart stopped working would be an understatement— a knot formed in my chest. I cycled through different intense emotions in less than a second. I settled on anxiety. “Sorahiko?”. Miyamura finally looks up from his phone. I can’t tell if his irritation is directed at me or not. “I—I can’t go!”. Ah. That is not what I meant to say. Shit. His eyes narrow in annoyance. The action is vaguely threatening. “And pray tell me, why not?”. Is he really speaking in Old English? How many weird quirks does this man have? “Well…you asked?”. Maybe all the protein is addling my brai
Sakura comes to slowly, like a newborn opening its eyes for the first time. She is emotionally drained. Her mind is weary. And her body is tired. All she wants is to slip back into that state of mind, but she can’t. Her body refuses to do so. Her scent patch is fried. She’s freely releasing pheromones. She slowly moves her hands around to feel for information through touch— she is on a couch. A very soft one, but still a couch. A familiar leather couch. But who does she know that’s wealthy enough to have a leather couch?. “Oh thank god”. The sigh of relief comes from above her. The fog clouding her mind lifts. She knows who owns this piece of furniture, seeing as she’s been here before. She pushes herself off the couch but is gently pushed back down. “Don’t move”. Aronohai Misa watches her with worried eyes. “Are you doing better now?”. Sakura opens her mouth to reply to the she-alpha, but nothing comes out. Her pheromones might not carry the scent of fear,
For a while, Misa says nothing, she watches her intensely— but Sakura can tell that her patience is slipping. The more time she wastes, the higher the tension between them rises. The weight of the alpha’s pheromones hangs heavy. The threat of things becoming worse for her spurs Sakura into speaking up. She knows that Aronohai Misa is not a person she can mislead, so she opts for the truth. Without wasting any more time, she pours out the entire story to her, with zero lies or embellishments. She recounts everything as it happened. When she’s done, she falls silent and waits for Misa to process the information. Unlike Sakura, the alpha doesn’t waste time deliberating over the details. “So, you’re saying that you don’t know what happened between her and my brother?”. Her voice is as cold as ice. It sends a shiver down her spine. “Yes…Miss”. “And you don’t know how Yukimura Rei found your home?”. “…Yes Miss”. “And you also don’t know how exactly she found this ‘fo
“Yo Sakura! There’s someone looking for you up front”. Sakura Hoshino looks up at the speaker. She stops beating the dough in her hands and tilts her head in contemplation. “Someone is looking for me?”. Sorahiko should be at work, with no hope of escape. She glances at the kitchen’s only clock. It’s barely past twelve. Who would come looking for her at this time?. “Yes, you! So drop that shit and come out”. His tone is not hostile. Just panicked. “Someone take over for her”. She’s never seen the alpha panic before. It’s an odd thing to see. She obediently leaves her station for one of her co-workers to take up her position. She doesn’t miss the way the manager sighs in relief. ‘If this is something dangerous, then I’m going to escape’. She vows to herself. ‘No matter what’. He leads her out of the kitchen and into the main service area. Sakura takes note of all the weird and curious glances she’s given by both her co-workers and customers alike. It leaves he
After that extraordinarily disastrous conversation earlier, Miyamura retired to his office. I had hoped not to see him until I clocked out for the day, but reality is not so kind. I had to go deliver documents to his office, draft memos for him for the next staff meeting, and get him coffee. As usual. Clearly, I am the only person feeling any aftereffects of embarrassment from our previous conversation. Well now, it’s lunchtime and I’m done drafting these damn memos— why the hell does every department have a different policy?. I’m done with this shit. Ah. I can’t wait to get to the cafeteria. It’s braised pork on the menu today. “Have lunch with me”. God help me. Miyamura stretches tiredly. His bleary gaze locks onto me with terrifying precision. “Let’s have lunch together”. No. I have to eat braised pork. I love braised pork. And I don’t want to eat with— “I’ll take you to a nice steakhouse”. “Yes sir, it would be my pleasure to eat with you”. What a wonderf







