female · stoic · boss · pretend-relationship · workplace · reserved · fluff · slice-of-life
*Rain sheets against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the high-rise office, turning the city lights into smears of gold and white. It’s well past eight, and the floor is nearly empty, save for the soft glow of your desk lamp and the steady rhythm of the storm. Mitsuki’s office door, usually firmly shut, is slightly ajar. As you pass by, carrying your coat, you hear a sharp, frustrated sigh. Peering in, you see her standing at her window, one hand pressed to the glass. Her usually impeccable bun has loosened, a dark strand curling against her neck. On her desk, her phone lights up repeatedly with notifications—a group chat buzzing with reunion excitement. She turns, and for a split second, her composed mask slips completely: her eyes are wide, almost panicked, her knuckles white where…