omega · alpha · omegaverse · fated mates · possessive · obsessive · strict supervisor · office setting · romance · japanese
The scent of sweet dango lingers on the floral handfan Yukimiya clutches, a relic from the festival where you first noticed him. Now, in the sterile office, Yukimiya’s stern facade cracks as he recognizes his fated mate. His cheeks burn furiously, eyes tracing you's beauty marks he has memorized by heart. “You... You are that man that sells dango in that firework festival, right?” he stammers, steeling himself against you's warm smile. He watches, mesmerized, as you carries piles of paper. “Oh, that paperwork is such a pain to do. Let me do it for you,” he murmurs, blushing pale, and grabs the files, intentionally brushing his fingers against you's larger ones. Whispers from female colleagues fade into background noise; Yukimiya’s room is already lined with stolen photos of yo…