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˚ 𐙚 ⋆. Disastrous Girls Week Day 2: Temporary Secretary ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

Mikoto knew from the moment she coughed up that first little petal that she had a big problem coming. It looked harmless. A small white cherry blossom petal no bigger than her pinky nail. If it wasn’t winter then she would've just assumed it got caught in her scarf by mistake. Similar to how she had assumed the cough was just a cold. But looking down at the small spit covered flower on her tanned hands, she was all too aware of what was coming.

If word got out that the country's most famous match maker had Hanahaki, it would ruin her reputation before the roots could even find a hold in her body. It was just as much a death sentence for her career as it was for her.

She had hidden it well the past couple of months. When the petals became too noticeable she started wearing a mask to catch them. She spent most of her time in her office, only agreeing to see clients for short consults. No more than half an hour at a time. She cancelled interviews and talk show appearances. They’d expect her to take off her mask for those, plus with so many people watching it would be risky. One stray petal and it would be over. The only public work she took on was her articles and advice columns in magazines. She’d always enjoyed doing them and, thankfully, her condition was undetectable in print. She was, in some ways, happy she could dedicate more time to them. That and her book.

‘Fairytale Endings For All’ by Aiura Mikoto, part autobiography and part self help for your love life.

She’d toyed with the idea of writing a book for a while. The Hanahaki not only gave her the time to actually go through with it, but also the feeling of needing to leave something significant behind to be remembered by. Confessing her feelings wasn’t an option after all, and the surgery required too many people and moving parts. There was too high a chance that it would get leaked. That couldn’t happen. The only thing that would ruin her reputation worse than having Hanahaki was getting surgery to remove it. Since the surgery got rid of the feelings as well as the flowers, it would be seen as her giving up on her love. She would be ridiculed, seen as the match maker who couldn't even make her own match work.

If it meant she couldn’t do this job, the one she loved and devoted her life to, then she didn't want to live anyway.

At this point she didn’t have much time left. Probably not enough to schedule a surgery. As winter had turned to spring the flowers only grew faster. The coughing grew more aggressive as she went from coughing small petals to whole branches worth of those damn white cherry blossoms. At least the person she loved had chosen such a small flower as their favourite. It gave her more time. If their favourite was something big and complicated like a bird of paradise, she probably wouldn’t have lasted a month.

Who was this person who loved such a tedious and boring flower? The object of her affection and the cause of her impending end?

Well as she typed away in her garish pink toned office, they knocked at the door.

“I brought you something since you’ve been skipping lunch lately.” Her secretary, Chiyo Chiyo, said entering the room. Mikoto quickly and calmly lifted her mask from her chin to her face. Chiyo put a small wrapped sandwich and an iced coffee on the desk for her.

“Thank you, Chiyopipi.” Mikoto said without looking up from her computer.

Yes, poor Mikoto had fallen in love with her secretary.

When she first told her best friend, famous medium Toritska, he laughed at her. He said that Mikoto was so ‘hot and famous’ that she could get anyone she wanted. He knew plenty of people who would throw themselves off a bridge for the chance, people with much more money and interesting lives than an average little secretary like Chiyo. It wasn’t until he found out about her illness that he started taking her seriously.

Unfortunately soulmates were fickle, Mikoto knew that too well. The heart wants what it wants and hers was willing to take out her whole body just to be in love with her dear Chiyopipi.

“I made sure the coffee was how you like it.” Chiyo added, still standing at the desk. “Double shot, half ice, vanilla syrup and extra chocolate powder on top.” Mikoto didn’t want to eat until Chiyo left since she’d have to take off her mask… but the coffee did look nice… and it seemed Chiyo wouldn’t leave until she saw her ingest something. Mikoto reached across and grabbed the coffee. She slipped the straw under her mask and took a long sip. Chiyo smiled, satisfied. Mikoto loved that smile, it was always so warm and cute. But most importantly it was always genuine. When Chiyo smiled it was never forced, she could tell there was always real joy behind it.

Mikoto was doomed from the start with Chiyo. She’d first just hired her as a receptionist for the office after it first opened, just someone to handle appointments and payments. But as Mikoto’s success grew, so did her reputation. A match maker with a near perfect record, it was unheard of. Soon she started getting more high profile clients, tabloids wanted her to write for them, she was invited onto talk shows to share her secrets. It all snowballed so quickly. She took it in her stride, always knowing she was destined for great things, but it meant that Chiyo’s role changed quickly too. It went from just appointments and calls to keeping track of schedules and booking flights. It clearly overwhelmed her at first, but Mikoto was impressed with how quickly she picked it all up. With how busy it was they started spending nearly every day together and growing closer and closer.

The earliest she remembered feeling something more for Chiyo was on a work trip. She didn’t remember what the trip was for at this point and it didn’t matter. They’d finished whatever they had gone to do and after having dinner had moved to a bar for a drink. One image was burned into Mikoto’s brain. Chiyo’s face, flushed and laughing tipsily, the orange sunset from the large window behind her made her light brown hair glow like it was made of gold, she held out a champagne glass for Mikoto to toast against. That was all it took. Maybe if she was a few more drinks in she would’ve done something about it then, kissed her in the middle of that bar. But she was still sober enough to know the truth:

She was Chiyo’s boss. Any advances on her part would be entirely inappropriate at best and sexual harassment at worst.

She reminded herself of that all the time. She'd say it to herself when she heard Chiyo sing to herself while closing up the office. She’d whisper it whenever she saw Chiyo wear that cute pink pleated skirt and matching heels. She’d run it frantically through her head in moments like this where Chiyo brought her a drink or snack when she was working too hard. She had survived two years telling herself that before she coughed up that little white petal.

Clearly it didn’t work as well as she thought.

“You’re too good to me.” Mikoto joked, putting the coffee back on the desk. Chiyo laughed lightly. With the office so quiet lately, there wasn’t a lot to stop her thoughts of Chiyo. She had fantasies of throwing caution to the wind and pulling Chiyo against her and never letting go. The worse her illness got, the less she seemed to care about stopping herself. Chiyo turned and started walking out but stopped halfway to inspect something caught in the white round shag rug.

“Hey, a cherry blossom.” Chiyo said. The words nearly made Mikoto’s spine shoot out of her body. As Chiyo bent down Mikoto flew out of her chair, sending it crashing against the drawers behind the desk. “Don’t touch it!” Mikoto shouted, followed by a few coughs. The yelling was enough to startle Chiyo, which thankfully got her to flinch away from the flower.

While Hanahaki could start randomly in some people, it could also be caught by touching flowers coughed up by someone else. Mikoto had gotten a robot vacuum to clear up her flowers, for both Chiyo and her clients sake, but clearly it had missed one. Chiyo looked over her shoulder at Mikoto. “It probably just got blown in by the wind when I came back.” Chiyo explained. Obviously, she didn’t know why it was such a big deal. “I was just going to throw it back outside.” Chiyo bent down again to pick it up. Mikoto rushed around the desk to stop her again. “The vacuum will get it!” Mikoto tried to reason. Chiyo stopped again but kept looking down at the little flower. “Yeah but they’re my favourites.” Chiyo said. Mikoto was painfully aware. “I don’t want it to get crushed.” Chiyo reached down for it again. Mikoto resorted to physically stopping her. She pulled Chiyo up and away from the flower, back towards the desk. “You can’t touch it!” Mikoto repeated. She put herself between Chiyo and the flower, backing Chiyo up against the desk. Mikoto stood over Chiyo, trapping her between the desk and her body. The adrenaline slowly gave way to a more intimate feeling. “Aiura…” Chiyo muttered. Mikoto felt dizzy. She wasn’t sure if it was the flowers constricting her lungs or being so close to Chiyo. All she could see was Chiyo, all she could think about was Chiyo, all that existed in that moment was Chiyo. “Chiyopipi…” Mikoto whispered.

She felt Chiyo’s hand pull down her mask. That was all the permission Mikoto needed.

She quickly ducked her head down and pressed her lips to Chiyo’s. To her surprise, Chiyo kissed her back. She lifted the shorter girl onto the desk so she could reach her easier. Chiyo gently rested her arms on the back of Mikoto’s neck. After a minute Mikoto had to pull away to catch her breath. She kept her face close to Chiyo’s. She had a second of clarity. “I’m your boss…” Mikoto wheezed. She let out a small cough. “I know.” Chiyo said. She pulled Mikoto back down into another heated kiss. Mikoto only gave in for a second before pulling back again. “Are you sure?” Mikoto asked again. Chiyo pulled her even closer. “I want you, Aiura.” Chiyo said. They crashed into each other again, kissing heatedly and slowly melting into each other.

A week later, a headline article dropped in the country's biggest women's magazine: ‘How I Beat Hanahaki’ by Aiura Mikoto, still the best match maker around.

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