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The Future Foundation thinks they're going insane.Chihiro is running left and right in the office trying to figure out where all the meeting files have gone. They're gone. Where the hell are they? Those were top secret files on un-hackable hardware. He made sure of it. He's the ultimate programmer. There is no ultimate hacker, as far as he's aware of it. Hinata's in even more of a mess. Despite the fact that he has it memorized, each time he tries to type it down, the document goes missing once he leaves the desk. He's going mental. If this is some stupid prank, he's going to kill the culprit. The Future Foundation is one of the best foundations in the country; why the hell would someone hack their files?In a small cafe just outside of the Future Foundation, a young woman pouts."Really? Just this little?"Another civilian sighs, lips red with life. "Yeah... you didn't pay me enough.""Just name a price!!" She cries. "I told you I'd pay you anything you want!""Yeah... but I have money, you know?" They kick one leg over the other, and their eyes sharpen at the sight of the familiar business suit."Come on!! Just name it." She pouts."Junko, you can't possibly expect me to say yes," You sigh. "Find me a boyfriend."She sighs, and you almost give in. You know she's trying to play you again. It was part of her. You look behind her. Maybe you'd kiss the next man to enter the cafe for fun.The next man to enter the cafe is an awfully tired Hajime Hinata."Give me a moment," You flip a coin out of your hand, landing perfectly in the tip jar across the room. "Yes or no?""No," Junko mumbles."Alright," You pull out your laptop, opening the file. "I'll print the second half and give it to you tomorrow.""Argh!!" She whines, storming out of the cafe. You close the laptop. You have no intention of giving her the second half.She probably knew as well.You tuck your laptop in, and you pass Hinata.He stares at you pass him, reaching for you unconsciously."You."You stare at him, tilting your head.Hinata grows speechless. You're gorgeous. The sun paints you in a golden halo, and he thinks he's meeting an angel. Though, he doesn't quite believe that. You're ethereal. It's as if you were the sun in all his glory. Wait- is this the time for him to be panicking over an encounter? He could've sworn he felt something when you passed him. "Can you let go?" You glare at him."A-ah," His throat grows dry. "Sorry. You're very pretty.""Thank you," You mumble. "Did you need something?"Hinata's red eye shimmers under the sun, and he sighs. "It's fine. Just wanted to compliment you. Sorry if that made you uncomfortable."You nod, walking off.Once you're out of sight, Hinata stares at his phone.He thinks he got it.You rummage through your sleeve, looking for the stupid bug. You had to stop at another cafe to find the asshole. That man was hot. You've never met a single person with heterochromia in your life, but that man was so fine. He could probably choke you with his biceps if he really wanted to. You had physically restrain yourself from jumping him right then and there. Ignoring the fact that he bugged you, you still wanted to fuck him. Was that too much to ask for? Maybe you'd seduce him or something.You finally find the stupid tracker in your sleeve after searching. You crush it between your fingers, leaving it at the coffee shop. He'd probably retrieve it. You scribble a messy note, and you leave it on a streetlight. He'd be able to get it.Hinata gets it, and he sighs as he does.
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The answer is no. Hinata doesn't have enough time to be screwing around with some random person he found hot while on his way into a coffee shop. He was not being paid for this. He needed the stupid file to be returned. He might have to pull an all-nighter.Hinata pulls one pathetically.He made no progress. The information was completely lost. Hinata is going to kill himself.As he clicks save for the 42nd time that night, a message pops up on his screen.
01100010 01110101 01110100 00100000 01101001 01110100 00100111 01110011 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00101100 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00100111 01110010 01100101 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100101 00100000 01101111 01101110 01100101 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100001 01110100 00100000 01001001 00100000 01110111 01100001 01101110 01110100
"... what the fuck is this." Hinata reaches for his glasses, and he runs the code through his laptop.
but it's you, you're the one that I want
Hinata stares at his screen in bewilderment and reaches for his glasses, staring at the screen again. He's going insane. Was that a confession from a stupid computer program? After making him work so hard? He's going to burst into tears. Another message pops up on his screen, and he wants to kill someone. You know, maybe he should've just taken your offer to fuck It wouldn't have hurt.You get a text from an unknown number on your leisure phone. You wonder what possessed you to have different phones, but you aren't complaining. You couldn't wait to get railed into tomorrow.Hinata doesn't understand what's possessing him either, but as he watches the file get deleted for the nth time, he needs somewhere to take out his stress that isn't out on poor Naegi. Chihiro was being worked already; he didn't need to take it out on him either. He's not supposed to take his anger out on people who are just as stressed as he is. He has half of the file written by hand, but he needs something to take out his stress on.The doorbell to his house rings, and he's surprised to see you there without security."Security didn't check?""No," You smile, kicking off the heels. "I said I was here for you.""Ah," He pauses. "Tea?""I'm here for you to fuck me, no?" You place your purse on the table. Hinata glances to the side, and he pauses."I was worried that'd be too direct," He mumbles, pressing his lips to yours. The door shuts behind you, the click being the last audible thing.Hinata establishes boundaries as he strips you, and he finds out quickly that you don't care what he does to you. He prayed you wouldn't accuse him of pushing himself onto you. He was under enough stress already. Maybe you'd just shove him away after he does. He doesn't find it in himself to care that much. You're the one who offered.You squirm under Hinata's arms, and you gasp and moan. Hinata's hands are warm against your skin, pinching and grabbing where he wants, whispering frustrations into your ears as he does. You wonder if you'll get company secrets this way. Maybe you will. Hinata doesn't seem loose-lipped, though. You would have some fun prying into his mind. Or maybe he'd pry into yours. Who knows.Hinata bites on your shoulder as he ruts into you, sweat trickling down his forehead, body wet from all of the work. His mind is clouded as he fucks you.It's strange. Chihiro had texted him that he recovered half of the files, yet there seemed to be no visible advancements on the document before you came. Maybe he'd finally get them back after fucking you. It wasn't like he couldn't tell you were the hacker. Few laptops could actually hack into the system, and it just so happened that you had one. He wonders why he isn't telling the future foundation about you. Maybe it was the thrill. How out of character of him.Hinata pulls out of you, pumping himself to cum on your stomach, and you exhale obscenely, lips quirking into a smile."Come on, I fulfilled the request," Hinata sits up, running his hand through his hair. "Where's the second half.""What can you offer me that Junko can't?" You grin. "Kamukura?""I don't go by that anymore," Hinata hands you a cigarette and lights the end for you. The familiar smell of smoke fills the air, and you pull it from your lips, blowing. "What do you want?""A fuck buddy," You grin.Hinata sighs. "That's all?""If you don't believe me, here's the file," You rip open a USB, the plastic around it crushing at your touch, and Hinata reaches for his laptop."Why'd you do it this time?""Junko wanted information on you," You shrug. "That's all. I'm a middleman. I do what I'm paid to do.""I'll pay you to work at the Future Foundation.""That's no fun," You press the cig to your lips again, and Hinata watches the red stain on the base of the roll. "Working for one side of the war is never as fun as working for both.""You'll come to regret it." Hinata extracts the file, and he hands you the USB. "It's always safer to be on a side that offers protection.""You're one to talk, Hajime," You reach for the robe on the chair and pull it around you. Hinata watches the silk slide down your body, and his breath catches in his throat. He forgot how pretty you had been."What? Staring?" You put out the smoke on his table, and he exhales."You're still the same as ever," He mumbles. "Do you need me to send you down?""No," You reach for your keys. "Rather, see you tomorrow at the same time."Hinata wonders why he sleeps better after fucking you. Well, not like it mattered. He finally got the document he had been stressing over. Chihiro calls him a hero, but really, he had to sleep with someone to get the files back. Does that make him a whore? Who knows. Maybe that was included in the multitude of talents provided to him. It wasn't like it was the first time he had to sleep with you to get files back.He wonders why you take sex as a form of payment sometimes.Hinata walks into the office with his morning coffee, already less tired than the day before."Hinata-san, the files were recovered! How'd you get them to type without self-deleting?" Chihiro hands him the papers."Pulled a couple of strings," He mumbles, setting his laptop down. "And four shots of espresso.""I'm going to punch you," Kirigiri jokes coldly, handing him a new stack of papers. "That's all for today. Headquarters said you worked your ass off yesterday, so you get a lighter load today.""I'm surprised they care about me.""Naegi pushed for it," Kirigiri hums. "Thank you."According to Hinata, it was not, in fact, very little word. Errors were scattered throughout the doc, and there seemed to be little to no papers without mistakes. It wasn't hard work; it was long work. Hinata hates long work. His stupid talents can only help him shorten the work length so much. He clocks out an hour later than he's supposed to.As your number flashes on his screen, the only thing he can think of is absolutely ravaging you."What's-" You hiss. "Wrong?""Long work," Hinata grunts, thrusting into you again. Your grip on the sheets tightens. Your knuckles turn white, and Hinata reaches for your hands. "Don't grip it like that. It'll hurt your hands.""Bullshit," You whimper as he pulls your hands over your head. "Why are you so bothered?""They're sending me out again," Hinata presses his hand to your stomach to feel himself. "I don't know where I'm going this time.""That doesn't usually bother you-," You moan as Hinata replaces his cock with his fingers. He pumps his cock on top of you as he fingers you, and you whine as he pushes you over. You came hard. Really hard. Hinata reaches for a towel to wipe you, and your chest heaves. "Why are you pissed.""I don't know," Hinata mumbles, pressing the fabric to your skin. "Something is pissing me off.""Work for me," You grin, taking the towel from him. "It's much more fun when you work with-""I can't," Hinata mumbles. "If I do, then I'll go back to being a criminal."You stare at him. "Alright."You were a criminal too, but you suppose the better part of Hinata wants to remain a law-abiding citizen."Text me when you get back." You reach for the same robe, and Hinata nods. "See you then.""See you."Hinata finds it frustrating. He deals with pesky businessmen all day in a suit that he claims is too much and a tie that is just too tight. Hajime Hinata doesn't understand why the law keeps him like this. At this moment, he's convinced that he lived better when he was Kamukura. What was the reward for living like this? Was the reward of working for a company that practically enslaved him with the law really worth it?Your words plant seeds in his mind as he smiles at another man.You find it boring. Banquets and love life alike. Nothing entertains you, and nothing brings you joy. The wind swirls in your hands, and you sigh at the sight of another man approaching you. You wonder where they get the audacity. "Emerald, I was thinking-"You listen to them, bored out of your mind. You were illegal, sure, but you held more information than the government, so it was only fair that you'd make more money than them. After all, nothing could protect a person like money and brains. You lacked neither, so you had remained safe for so long."Emerald," A familiar voice calls for you, and you look up at the face."Matsuda," You smile. "What brings you here?""You know why," He tosses you a file, and you click your tongue. How vile."He doesn't need that many check ups anymore," You grumble. "besides, I've been seeing him lately.""Just for precaution," Matsuda glances across the room. "She caught us.""She always does," You toss the files behind you into a fire and strut off before Junko can catch you.In a way, Hinata wonders if you had coded his physiological response into his body. He doesn't understand why he wants to ruin you at each glance. Maybe you had known that. You were one of the people in charge of helping him out while he was under the alias Kamukura anyway. He wonders why you had picked him of all people.You wonder the same thing.As Hinata kneels under the dress to eat you out, you think you almost know."Not so loud," His tongue swipes at you again, and you tighten your grip on his hair. "Like you're allowed to say that," You bite your tongue, hissing as he presses his tongue into you again.He mumbles something against your skin, the vibrations rumbling up your spine. You whimper as your core tightens, and Hinata's grip on your thigh grows rougher. "Cum for me," He replaces his tongue with his fingers, and you taste blood from your tongue as you cum. You curl over immediately, the sweat sliding down your exposed back. Hinata scrunches his nose, sliding his fingers across his chin to collect all of your cum. The two of you breathe there in silence for a moment before the bathroom door is knocked on."You hide," You sigh, reaching for the sink to get water on yourself.Hinata hides behind the door, and you pull it open, water running down your collar from your hair."A-ah," The girl stutters. "Sorry, I thought this was the public bathroom!""Sorry," You smile. "I locked the door while showering.""No worries!" The girl smiles. "You're Y/n, right? I was looking for you."As you lead the girl out of the room, Hinata follows behind the two of you, slipping off. It was nice to have the ultimate everything.You return to the city first, wig ditched and makeup removed. You wonder how Hinata recognized you in that crowd. Maybe it was his eyes. You do remember turning the red one into something... sci-fi... esque. You don't know. You don't really want to care about him either. He was never in the middle, to begin with. When he was good, he longed to be better with Matsuda, then he goes scurrying back to the future foundation as soon as the law was held over his head. He confused you. You bet he confused himself as well.You pull out your card as you pay for the cake. The sight of another card cuts you out of your thoughts."Sorry," Hinata smiles. "I saw you so I thought I'd come to say hi.""Pay on his card," You put yours back and glance at your phone. "Ah, right."Hinata watches you pull out a bag, and he grins. "You made that for me?""You're not special," You yawn. "I found mugwort leaves in my fridge and needed to get rid of them.""Sure," Hinata smiles at you knowingly as you take the bag. "Whatever you say."But Hinata wonders sometimes if you're really neutral. Is dating neutral ground the same as dating the enemy? No, but it was quite close. It bothered him sometimes. It wasn't like he wasn't allowed to date, but the company is supposed to know who he dates so they can run a background check on them.Hinata can't have a check run on you because of your criminal record."What's wrong?" You glance at him, placing the lighter back on the drawer. "Thinking," He mumbles, pressing his palm to your cigarette. "Stop smoking, it smells bad.""It feels good," You grin at him. The sun is rising, at this point, and Hinata wonders how he stayed awake the whole night. It's your fault, he tells himself as his lashes flutter. It's your fault, as he sinks into his pillow, and it's your fault as his eyes close and falls asleep. It's always your fault. It's your fault for getting him into this mess anyways."I love you," He mumbles before falling asleep completely."I love you too," You exhale, the grey puffing into the air.You slip out of bed, lighting your cigarette again. The reds of the sun spill into the room, turning the floor a familiar shade. The orange of the sun is barely visible from the blood, and you watch the colors fade into the familiar gold. You don't like this; You want to run; You miss living alone. You miss living without your heart racing around people. You miss the feeling of bubbling over in darkness until it consumed you. It wasn't good, yet you craved it so bad.You shouldn't have found him.As you step out of his home, robe left behind, you wonder what kind of a world you'll wake up to the next day. And then the next. Will you sit back and wreak havoc? Will you wake up to Hinata trying to reach you? He couldn't. You left your phone with him.The doors to the room close, and you exhale the remaining smoke in your lungs. Maybe he'd remember you whenever he smells the nicotine in the air.