Spy x Family [Yuri Briar x Reader]
Somehow every threat to the eventâs success was diverted with his help. The backup vendors came through when needed, the most important guests were all persuaded to attend, and even the catering was impeccable.
You spent most of the evening coordinating the speakers, ensuring the mini events, prize draws, and so forth happened on schedule, and making rounds to greet the guests at the tables. By the time the dancing begins, youâre already tired - but work is work.
Thus, you take your turn with several of the men who work in your department, a few of the staff from various embassies, and about five too many creepy old men for your liking before stealthily sneaking off to the grand balcony.
âYuri, there you are. I havenât seen you all night,â you call, finding him hiding in a dark corner at the edge of the balustrade.
âSenpai!â he sounds surprised and suspiciously like he didnât want to be found.
âIs this where youâve been hiding? I thought my trusty assistant would be by my side most of the nightâŠâ you tease and tilt your head playfully.
In the dark, you just make out his crimson eyes glancing your way briefly, looking you up and down for a split second before turning his head the other way. You canât see the red staining his cheeks - a mix of strong emotions and stronger alcohol.
âI figured you would be treated better without a man tailing you. You know how some of them are - talking right over any woman if thereâs another guy nearbyâŠâ
âOh, is that the reason? I thought maybe you were tired of my endless demands for help.â You canât help but giggle at the way he jumps up from the wall and splutters that that has nothing to do with it at all and heâs always happy to help and he would never leave you alone to do all the work.
âIâm teasing you, Yuri. I know youâre always there when I need you!â
He looks like he might pass out from relief as he crumples against the wall once more and gazes up at the night sky.
âI was anticipating that youâd at least ask me for a dance though,â you pout a little.
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