𝐉𝐮𝐣𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧

[𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠] - 𝚝𝚘𝚓𝚒 𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚘

(see at the end of the chapter for more notes)

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YOU WERE A TAD TOO TIGHT UNDER YOUR SCHEDULE--- paperworks desperately fanned on the mahogany painted table, pens and folders everywhere and your fifth cup of coffee tinted with the colour of your delicate lipstick. cherry red was the stain vacated on the oh so expensive chalice this company had to offer.

god how you despised lagging behind schedule. had you done the work earlier, you would not have reached the conclusion you were breached with right now but alas, nothing to do about it now.

as you hurriedly swam within the ocean of papers, inching your finger tips to the soft material, your breath suddenly hitched when a tiny thud had been heard through the door. had it been open? or did someone leave? you most likely could not have bothered to care less as you were against time; you couldn't afford to get distracted, not now.

another check was heard through your small little office as you finished another document. the office was silent, for it was only you who had been left in the whole company; no wonder, really. it was past 12AM.

another creak chimed in.

you halted your paperwork, now just a tad bit concerned and why your door was creaking so loudly. your brows furrowed and you stood yourself up, your heels clicking against the soft carpet as you headed to the door to close it.

however once your fingertips reached the door knob, a loud thud was heard as well as a grunt from none other than you. you had felt your body being flipped around, swiftly being pinned against the large doorway.

you had no time to register what was happening, all was too quick as you suddenly just felt a pair of something... mushy? against your neck, and strong arms pinning yours above your head.

the grip was tight, ensuring your delicate wrists were ensured around the masculine arms.

you had remained silent, waiting for something, a sort of response and soon, you received one. a low, menacing chuckle against the crook of your neck. it sent shivers down you spine.

so that's what the mushy feeling was.

“how come you aren't intimidated?” came the deep voice. just as you had imagined, it was a man. a man you were all too familiar with.

you sucked in your breath, relaxing against his rough touch. “sir fushiguro? how come you're still here?” you said in a timid, tiny voice which apparently sent shivers down the man's spine. god, your voice was so lovely.

you weren't exactly the person who'd get scared over such small surprises, yet he knew that whenever he cornered you like this, those knees of yours go weak for him. it was like you were a lamb, a weak little lamb waiting to be pried on.