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I had walked to the restroom, my shirt stained with coffee and skin burning from the amount of cups being dumped onto me. I made sure to bring a pocket knife just to let out my anger on some random object, but it would be my skin instead… I went into the largest stall, slumping onto the cold marble floor, looking at the black gloves that covered my arms and wrists, taking them off as I then rested the cold knife onto my warm skin, my skin flushing at the contact as I sunk the sharp side of the knife deeper and deeper into my skin, noticing blood trickle down my skin, repeating the same cutting motions over and over again on different parts, the sharp object becoming warmer and warmer. I just looked at my arms, the cuts a deep red as I then realised that I cut too deep… shit, I’m going to get in a lot of trouble with Eleanor… I thought to myself, my shoulders slumping as I started to sob.
Miku’s POV;
I was talking with Rin about some HR meeting until I heard crying from the restroom, making me scrunch up my eyebrows as I looked at the restroom door, the sound quiet but noticeable as I then looked back at Rin and sighed. “Rin, just wait for a moment, I need to go check something…” I said coldly, my eyes not even looking at her as she just nodded.
“Kk!! Just be back soon!” She said sweetly as I turned around and moved to the restroom door, hearing the obvious cries of the Newbie, Teto.
I walk up to the stall and knock at the door of the largest stall, knowing that she’s in there as I hear a small curse escape her mouth, making my lips curve into a small, but smug smile. She’s scared and doesn’t want people to see her like that, how cute~ She’s like a cat~! I laugh, humming a small tune as I then talk, my tone sharp and teasing “Teto~ Get out of there, break time’s over–” I teased until she snapped at me
“SHUT UP! God, Miku, do you ever know how to be respectful? Or even nice?! I guess not since I get coffee dumped onto my head, a cup shattered in front of me as I’m then treated like a doormat and told to pick it up! You think you're having fun? Well, I’m having so much more since I’m assaulted EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. And it’s by you, or Gumi, or Rin, or anyone except for Luka and Meiko who try to help! Actually Try to help!” Teto yelled at me, her act broken as she started to cry again. I look down, my mouth opening and then closing out of nervousness until I then notice small drops of blood… That can’t be good. There's a small pause that goes for a second too long.
“Kasane Teto. Open the door, Now” I growl, her squeaking as she then opens the restroom door, her hands covering her wrists and small trickles of fresh blood go down, her hands attempting to cover it up and make it stop. I noticed the small pocket knife on the floor, my eyes widened and my mouth turned dry, making me sigh in shock and run to get the first aid kit.
Teto’s POV:
I’m shocked. Genuinely shocked. She didn’t yell back and she didn’t shrug off what I did… I want to be happy about that, but the pain her and the others caused is too much for me to even try to attack it with joy. I still have my mouth slightly agape as Miku then runs back with gauze, disinfectant spray, and a small, damp towel. Her touch was feather-light as she patted down the wet towel with two sprays of disinfectant, the blood on my hand being soaked dry and being replaced with a mix of water and the disinfectant, her hand dropping down to reach the gauze and wrapping it. The bandage felt weird, I’ve never used it before, so having a huge, white, and sorta itchy cloth wrapped around my arm felt… interesting to say the least.
As she finished wrapping my arm, I looked away for a second out of nervousness and I then felt a small peck on the bandage, the sensation reaching the skin underneath as if it were osmosis. My heart stopped, my breathing deepened and my cheeks flushed, I had my coworker kiss my scars… Wow, just wow. I had then felt her tall stature loom over me as she stood up, her hands going to my cheeks and cupping them, forcing me to look at her. Her rubbing her thumb on my face in a sweet gesture. Miku then just sighed, light tears, barely noticeable, welling up in her eyes as she let go and held my hand, bringing me to my cubicle and walking to get water for me. I was frozen in my chair while she passed me a water bottle and walked back to her desk, her teasing and cocky persona disappearing as her face was sketched out with worry and… Affection? I don’t know… She’s a confusing person…
Anyways, I continue my work, helping out with customer services. I know that that wasn’t my job, but I still help out in the field! While I type out complaints that customers told me about to send to management, I get a phone call from a woman, probably around 35 years old. Her tone was extremely hate filled and aggravated as I answered.
“Hello! Customer service! My name is Kasane Teto, how may I help you–”
“GODDAMNIT! Miss, I don’t need your nice BULLSHIT! Your whole company is broken!”
My mouth went dry, I was holding back tears as I sigh and attempt to make a calm and professional comment back to her. “Ma’am. How so? I’m extremely confused.”
“You don’t understand SHIT! I had tried to use the program, but NOTHING worked! My daughter was showing me some stupid thing and the thing went INSANE!”
“M-Miss, I really don’t understand, was it a glitch?” I tried to say, my words stumbling over every vowel as I tried to pull myself together. While I tried to listen, I felt the same tall stature lean over me, a blue tie lightly rubbing on my face, my breath stopping for a second as Miku listened into the conversation.
“Your fucking system is wack! It’s terrible and it isn’t usable at all!” She yelled, making me jump a bit in panic, my breathing turning from a steady and unnoticeable pace to being heavy and uneven.
“M-Miss, I-I just need to know how to fix it and make it better–” My voice was cut off by Miku gently grabbing the phone and putting it up to her ear, sighing and resting her head on my own, draping her arm around my neck, her elbow touching my chest and her hand getting close to my waist, the hand holding the phone resting on my shoulder as her elbow was jointed up and hand pointed up to her ear to where she could hear and talk to the customer.
“Sorry ma’am. This is the head of the design for Crypton here, Hatsune Miku. What seems to be the issue?” She explains, her tone passive-aggressive toward the lady.
“Okay, so, the controls on the shit just don't work! You’re ass really needs to learn how to program or else you’ll get sued–”
“We won't lose anything by your winey bullshit, Ma’am. Now, if you may, please don't use our system and don’t call customer service for your problems that don’t require us.” Miku then hung up, sighing and looking back at me, my face in full awe at her harsh and sharp reply at the lady.
“Teto, don’t put up with them. If they aren’t being professional or kind then don’t try to even help them.” She said, her tone soft. I then stood up and hugged her, my hands tight on her waist as I cried into her chest. I needed this, a ton.
Miku’s POV:
What. The. Fuck. Is she really hugging me? Or is this a dream? Maybe a nightmare?! Goddamnit, I don’t know… All I know is that, maybe, just maybe… She trusts me…
“M-Miku… Thank you so much…” Teto sobbed, making me melt into the hug and rest my head on hers. Her body was warm and she was slightly shaking as she kept her grasp on me. She’s… so beautiful and nice, how come I never noticed this? She’s too kind to people, even if they’re rude. She’s been hurt, I know it. I then pulled away, just a few centimeters off of an inch as I looked into her watery eyes.
“What happened to you, Teto…” I whisper, cupping her cheeks and finally not using that stupid nick-name I kept giving her. This was something I needed to know though, something that I needed answered or else I might have just pleaded with her right then and there, which I didn’t want to do.
“...” Silence. Just dead silence as she then pulls away and then back into the tight hug and whispers into my shoulder. “I… didn’t have a good house, I was raped, and I’ve gone through, mainly toxic, but still semi-toxic parents who were narcissist and I’ve been having such low pay to a point to where if I even try to buy new clothes, I’d probably not be able to buy food for the week. I have to use my friends just to get myself necessities.” She explained, making my mouth hang open as she lets go of me and rests her head on my chest as she just cries again, my face grim and filled with sorrow.
“I wish I never did any of that… I wish, I just wish that I never made you feel so minor, so bad… I wish I knew before…” I whispered into her ear breathlessly, hugging her again while small tears kept welling into my eyes as I blinked them away.
I couldn’t show weakness, but I can at least show affection while we held each other.