request — pfp by chuu_chuu_88 on x !! feel free to contact if I didn’t credit properly ^_^!!!

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74j had always been more composed than the rest of the workers. Where others leaned toward unpredictable, he stayed rather calm and composed. Today seemed no different.

He sat behind the desk beneath the studio lights, posture immaculate, hands folded. Across the stage, you waited, drawing in a slow breath and bracing yourself.

“I have a special guest joining us today,” 74j said, his voice carrying an unfamiliar hint of warmth.

The spotlight shifted.

You stood and stepped forward, careful at first—until your foot caught on something unseen. The motion was small, almost insignificant, but it was enough. Your balance slipped, your steps faltered, and suddenly you were moving faster than you meant to.

There was a brief, awful moment where you thought you might recover.

You didn’t.

“Fuck—”

The word ripped out of you as your balance snapped. Your arms flew out, movements sudden and aggressive, frustration flaring hard enough to make your expression twist.

The audience gasped.

Not because you tripped—because of YOU.

You lurched forward, tangled in the wire, and slammed into the chair beside 74j with a harsh thud that rattled the desk.

“Fuck—who even leaves this shit out?” you snapped, half-standing as you yanked your foot free. “Are you fucking serious right now?”

You dragged a hand through your hair as you sat down. “I almost ate shit on live stage because somebody can’t tape a cable down. That’s insane.”

Dead silence.

Then 74j glanced at you—just briefly.

“Quite the entrance,” he said, tone even.

You stared at him. “Oh, fuck off.”

You kept your eyes forward, face warm with embarrassment, while he turned back to the desk, already moving on as though nothing unusual had occurred at all.

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ok hi i apologize if this is inaccurate or out of character i honestly have not been in grocery gang or amazook for QUITE some time that I forgot a lot of stuff,, thanks