Tuesdays sucked. They sucked a lot more than Mondays. Sure, it was one day closer to the weekend, but she was more exhausted because of Monday. If she cared about hangovers then sure, maybe Mondays would suck, but she was just also extra tired on Tuesdays and she really really missed the weekend. But maybe it wasn't all Tuesdays, but rather this particular Tuesday. It didn't even matter that it was Tuesday.

It was today.

The date of the day that just made her whole life extra suck.

It was the day that she became an S.O.L.

Single Office Lady.

Three years ago, her fiance at the time decided to dump her for her best friend, leaving her heartbroken and single. That first year she gained like twenty pounds, but the next two years she managed to get into a better shape than she had in highschool, which was nice, but it really didn't change one very important aspect of who she was as a person.

She was an S.O.L. and a 'christmas cake'.

Which pretty much meant she was never going to get married!

Which would be completely fine if she was a career focused woman, but she wasn't, she liked to do her hobbies! She liked to go out and drink! She liked to have sex! And all of those things were increasingly more difficult. Especially since she drank with most of her younger coworkers and the only kind of guys that went after her drunk ass over her adorable kouhai were perverts.

Or desperate.

"Nene, Nana-Nana," The ever peppy Nejire Hado leaned onto her desk, smiling ear to ear as she always did. The younger woman's long blue hair dipped well below the same tight black skirt that Nana so often found herself wearing. When it came to gossip, Nejire was a nexus of knowing everything about everyone while at the same time coming off as an airhead, which, given how the girl was the head of marketing, couldn't be more wrong. "Did you hear, did you hear?"

"Nope," Nana took her own black jacket off, rolling her shoulders as she started her computer up. "But I have a feeling you're going to tell me."

"Of course!" Nejire laughed, grabbing a nearby empty seat and scooting over to her. Out of most of the girls in the office, Nejire was easily in Nana's top five, mostly because the girl was always down to go out drinking, no questions asked, which was a bit odd considering how that seemed to be something Nejire did with every other breath. "We're getting a new hire."

"So?" She did not mean for that to sound as bitchy as it did. She needed some coffee. And, like, a dozen other things. "We get new hires every month or so."

The company they both worked for was quite large, large enough to have their own building at least. And while their turnover wasn't super high, it was still enough that they needed someone every other month.

"But not like this, this one is special! He's supposed to be the owner's son." Nejire hummed clapping her hands. "I heard about it from Momo talking to Mei about setting up his account or something, I think he'll end up being in your department."

"So, wait, Fuyumi's little brother is going to be joining the company? I thought both of them were going for something more physical." Nana raised her eyebrow and then blinked. How the hell did she know that? Dammit, Nejire must be rubbing off on her during their bar nights.

"No no no, he's our president not the owner remember? No, this is Mr. Yagi's son."

"Wait, Mr. Yagi, as in the big guy with blonde hair that shows up sometimes? I thought he was unmarried!"

Honestly seeing someone as successful as Mr. Yagi remaining single gave Nana all kinds of hope. But then again, he was a man and it was a lot more okay for men to be single than it was for her to be. Stupid sexist double standards. That, and she didn't want to be single! She wanted a boyfriend! One that would cuddle her, make her yummy breakfasts and fuck her silly!

"Apparently he got married recently, that's why he's been so happy, and he even adopted the lady's son. I guess he wants to set him up as the next owner or something, but it's super interesting." Nejire gave a wistful sigh as she tapped her fingers against Nana's desk. "Don't you just wanna know what's going on? We could be working with our future boss! And he's like, younger than me. Oh, do you think he's single?"

"Nejire, aren't you in a relationship already?"

"Huh? Yeah, I'm married to Yuyu, but what's that got to do with anything?" Nejire showed off her wedding ring, a ceremony that Nana had partaken in as Nejire's best woman. Nana had agreed purely on the prospect of trying to find a halfway decent romance for the night. Instead she found a lovely lesbian by the name of Emi, that would have made life so much easier if Nana was gay.

But she wasn't.

Her first―and only―lesbian experience was nice though.

"I mean, you're asking if he's single like you wanna date him."

"I am?" Nejire asked, blinking. "No, I just wanna know if there's going to be any office romances because those are fun and I totally love to just ship people. Like the IT girl, Mei! I totally want her to meet Emi, and see if they'll be like in love or something."

Nana blinked. It wasn't often she forgot just how exhausting trying to hold a conversation with Nejire was, but apparently today she forgot, besides it was a good way to keep her mind off the whole anniversary of her heart breaking. "Okay, first of all, I'm not sure Mei has a sexuality-"

"It's female, have you seen her boobs? They're almost as nice as yours." Boob compliments from a lesbian were often really genuine, and a total confidence boost.

"Thanks," Nana sighed, rolled her eyes, and smiled. "But, I meant that Mei doesn't seem like the kind of person that would want romance. Besides Emi is like, just about as hippy as you can get, what makes you think they'd be into each other?"

"Their names are really similar."

And this was why everybody thought Nejire was an idiot. "Alright, well, I need to get started with these files today, and I'm sure you're really busy as well."

"Oh!" Nejire jumped out of her seat, quickly brushing her hair to make sure it was straight―it wasn't―and smiling sweetly. "Right, I have a presentation I need to present in―" She looked at her watch. "Five minutes ago, uhh, let me know if you meet Mr. Yagi's kid! And have fun!"

Nana let out a content sigh and set about her work for the day.

It was weird to think that Mr. Yagi had gotten married and even adopted a son, especially without some big announcement. The man was very loud and very proud when it came to basically everything, she could still feel him patting her on the back when she got a big deal for the company during her first year in sales.

Back when she was still happily not single.

So long as she didn't think too much about today's date, she would be absolutely fine, and that should be easy given her job; she couldn't remember the last time she even put the date down for anything. Oh. Wait. That kind of was a big part of her job. Before she could even think about taking her first break, she had put the day's date nearly a hundred times on random documents, emails, messages, and invoices.

It was so tiring. If it wasn't for the fact that she'd just end up bored doing nothing and still thinking about the date, she'd have set it up as her vacation, but at least here she had something to focus on. Though, maybe going to a beach where she could pretend she wasn't twenty seven and act like a horny twenty five year old that was at least constantly partially drunk could be fun.

She stretched, leaning back in her seat and letting out a long, drawn out yawn. She let her arms slump after placing a pen between her lip and her nose. Did she even have a swimsuit that still fit? Where would she even go? Was there a place for 'christmas cakes'? Okinawa was probably the cheapest, but maybe some place like Hawaii would be better. Apparently other cultures didn't have a problem with women being unmarried after twenty five.

But going on a vacation to try and find a boyfriend would just be frustrating. She didn't even remember how to flirt! What was she supposed to do? Guys liked boobs. She had boobs, big ones, ones that a lesbian like Nejire said were awesome so that had to mean something. She glanced down at her top, inspecting the strained buttons for a bit.

With another shrug she glanced around her desk, everybody else was busy or not at their stations.

One button didn't change all that much.

But two.

Woah. Now that was flirty! Anymore and she'd practically be indecent. Maybe she should-

"Ahh, there you are Ms. Shimura!"

Holy crap, why now?

Nana shot out of her seat and gave a mock salute as she saw the man that had given her this job in the first place. Mr. Yagi was as big as they came with long blond hair that seemed to have a mind of its own. The fact that he was well over seven feet tall, in his fifties, and looked like he could still pick a car up was rather impressive. And here she was with the top two buttons of her shirt undone showing far more cleavage than she had ever dared to show at work! Dammit!

"Mr. Yagi, sir, what uhh brings you here?" She asked, trying to make it seem like nothing was out of the ordinary. She caught him glance down at her, his smile growing wider. Her boss just checked her out! He was married! What was this, Mad Men?

Then she saw the real reason why Mr. Yagi seemed so happy. He grabbed a relatively tall man out from behind the wall, and pulled him close. With shaggy green hair, a few nearly hidden freckles and a pair of glasses, the man looked absolutely nothing like Mr. Yagi. The new man looked incredibly uncomfortable to be wearing the suit, let alone being in an office building, but he did have a striking and somewhat cute appearance. He was definitely more the cute type than the hot type. Still, he probably won't ever remember her name unless he needed her for something; chances are he was going right up to upper management.

"This here is my son Izuku, he'll be working with us today." Mr. Yagi slapped on the boy's shoulders, which had less of an effect than she would have thought. Normally around the office, if Mr. Yagi slapped someone's back and that person would end up with an ice pack. It wasn't that the man was malicious, just that he was too large to control his strength, and even then nobody could say anything because of how damn cheerful the fucker was.

Did she just call her favorite boss a fucker in her head? Dammit, her brain really was all over the place today.

Nana smiled and straightened her outfit, "It's a pleasure to meet you Mr.," she paused, tilting her head as she extended a hand towards him. "Should I be calling you Mr. Yagi Junior? Or,"

"Just call me Izuku, Nana-senpai." Izuku grabbed her hand. He had a good handshake; no wonder Mr. Yagi liked him so much. He gave a short, polite bow. "I'll be in your care."

In her care? What did that mean? She was barely middle management, there was no way that she was his superior. "Excuse me?"

Mr. Yagi gave a great big laugh and moved to the side of them, his great wingspan allowing him to grab both of their shoulders as he shook them both. Seriously, why did she have to have her top two buttons down now of all times? "I knew you were the right person for the job, Nana; starting today, you'll be mentoring Izuku as we get him set up in the company. I know that you can show him what's what."

"But, I'm not a trainer."

"You are now! Pay raise included! So what do you say, can I trust you with my son?" Mr. Yagi seemed as giddy as a toddler as he said those words.

"I'll make sure he's the best employee you could ask for."

Mr. Yagi roared with laughter. "But then I'd have two of you! And the world can only handle one Nana Shimura! Still I'll leave it to you! Good luck!"

She tensed her back when Mr. Yagi's hand left her shoulder and braced for the impact of his hand against her back. It didn't sting as much as it used to, but it still shocked her. Mostly, because button three and four were sent flying.

Right into Izuku's face.

Mr. Yagi started to laugh even more.

What a great first impression.

AN: I wanted to write about cute office ladies. I also wanted to write Nana too.