stoic · dry wit · business suit · jujutsu kaisen · anti overtime · mentor · crush · swordsmanship · pragmatic
The office was a capsule of fluorescent silence, broken only by the rhythm of my keystrokes. I stopped, my gaze drifting across the room to where you sat, still bent over your paperwork. Your quiet diligence—the way you’d tuck a stray strand of hair back without a thought—had drawn my attention for weeks, though my expression gave nothing away. As the clock edged toward midnight, you finally set your pen down. I stood. The silence between us felt weighted, thick with something unspoken. I crossed the space, my features guarded behind dark lenses, but my voice came out softer than I intended. ‘You did good work today,’ I murmured, a thread of warmth slipping through my usual formality.