Portal To Hell

The receptionist called out.

A woman stood up.

Nagisa looked at her, driven purely by curiosity — but he didn't expect to see an angel in human form.

Her cheerful face, flawless pale skin, and that radiant smile made his world pause, just so he could appreciate her presence — the woman who, with a single glance, stole his heart.

He felt his heart pounding inside his chest, beating faster than it had the time he performed Little Red Riding Hood in front of all the parents back in elementary school.

She had light brown hair and brown eyes, which contrasted softly with her fair complexion.

And that figure... every small detail etched itself into his mind, as if his brain had photocopied her directly into his subconscious.

He was lost in her eyes — like someone drowning in a sea that dragged souls into its depths.

Nyoko walked off and entered the interview room, leaving behind a poor heart that had just started beating for her.

Nagisa sat there like a fool, replaying those few seconds over and over in his head, as if there was nothing else in the world worth thinking about except the memory of her eyes.

He stared at the door, waiting for her to return, like a child sitting at the doorstep, waiting for his father to come home.

***

Half an hour later — or maybe less, Nagisa couldn't tell anymore. He had lost all sense of time, lost in his own thoughts.

Nyoko finally stepped out of the room, and joy was clearly painted across her face — her cheeks lifted in a wide, radiant smile.

There was no doubt about it; that smile, that light in her eyes — she had been accepted for the job.

Those glittering eyes, like stars in a dark night sky...

Those tiny details no one else seemed to notice — they lit up Nagisa's gloomy day and filled it with brightness.

He found himself silently praying that he, too, would be accepted... just so he could see her every day.

She looked like a princess stepped out of a fairytale.

Nagisa was completely lost in his head, his eyes trailing her every movement, unaware of the receptionist calling his name.

"Nagisa... Nagisa... Nagisa!"

The sharp voice of the receptionist snapped him out of his daydream — dragging him back to reality and breaking the fantasy.

Only then did he realize he hadn't heard a thing — too caught up in the woman who had stolen his sanity from the very first glance.

He stood up awkwardly from his chair, his hands and feet cold from the wave of nerves that flooded his body the moment his name was spoken aloud.

"Here!"

Nagisa replied louder than he had intended, standing straight like a rigid pillar.

His cheeks flushed red with embarrassment — he had just yelled in front of the entire waiting room… and in front of her!

She probably thinks I'm insane now, he thought.

But something eased his panic — the sound of a quiet giggle behind him.

Nagisa turned around and saw Nyoko covering her mouth with her hand, clearly trying to stifle her laughter.

His heart thudded hard in his chest at the sound of her laughter, and a smile crept onto his face before he could stop it.

He quickly shook his head and turned back to the receptionist, who was glaring at him with clear annoyance.

"Ugh... there was no need to yell. It's your turn already."

she said with an exasperated tone.

Nagisa rubbed the back of his neck, forcing a nervous, unconvincing smile, and bowed his head apologetically.

He then walked slowly toward the wooden door with its polished metal handle — so shiny that Nagisa could see his own reflection in it.

He swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat, gripped the handle with a trembling hand, and turned it, pushing the door open.

Nagisa stepped into the interview room and closed the door behind him.

The walls were painted a dull white, and in the center of the room stood a long wooden table, behind which sat four people — all looking bored and uninterested.

The atmosphere was thick with tension. Nagisa felt immense pressure, like a boulder pressing down on his chest, and a knot forming in his throat that made speaking almost impossible.

Even the plants in the corners, the framed pictures on the walls, and the gentle sunlight filtering through the blinds failed to bring life or comfort to the room.

He stood at the center, all eyes fixed on him — judging, assessing, mistrusting.

Their gazes seemed to declare his failure before he had even spoken a word.

The woman seated in the center raised one eyebrow and spoke coldly.

"Aren't you going to begin?"

She adjusted her glasses on the bridge of her nose, watching Nagisa's every move with sharp precision.

Nagisa took a deep breath, gathered his strength, and began the interview.

He poured everything he had into it — showcasing his certificates, presenting his qualifications with confidence.

He made it clear to all of them that he deserved to be part of this company.

Just Her

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