˜”* ❝A man that surely deserves me, but I think you do.❞
synopsis: don't fall too hard !
The wind blowing through your office window gradually grows warmer as the day goes on. Why haven’t you fixed your office air conditioner? You thought to yourself. You could right now, but you’d be a sweaty mess, and like hell you’d let your coworkers see you like that.
You scan your office for a solution and smile, the tiny desk fan Leigh bought you on a fake date. It may not be the best, but as long as it cools your face down, it’ll do. You stand it up near your keyboard and crank it up until it makes contact with you. You turn it on the highest setting and lie back for a minute. Cool air…
Your eyes close, and despite your satisfaction, your expression has not budged. That is, until you hear a knock.
“Come in,” You turn the fan down and sit yourself up properly. However, your brows raise at the woman with a huge grin walking into the office. Koami.
“Wow, it’s hot in here,” She looks at your fan and laughs, “is– is this what’s keeping you cool in here? A zebra fan?”
You roll your eyes and make the fan face at Koami. Your eyebrow raises at her satisfied ‘Mm’.
“This thing has quite a bit of power. Where’d you get it?”
“Ah, Leigh bought it for me on a date. I think it was one of the corner stor–”
Koami leans in front of you with ‘gossipy’ eyes, like she’s ready to make a deal out of your words.
“Oh, c’mon! You hate little cheap things like this, but somehow, you’re actually using this. Don’t you have AC in here?”
You use your head to point over to the air conditioner.
“I don’t have time, and this works well enough.”
Her hands reach out to the desk fan and turn it back in your direction. She looks at your broken air conditioning and waves her finger.
“Leigh should fix it for you.”
Your face scrunches up at the idea. The last thing you wanted was that annoying man in your office bugging you.
“Oi! What’s with the face?”
“Uh… nothing. Sorry. I just don’t want to force him to do anything. You know, it’s hot, and this will get tiring very quickly.
She looks away and mouths an ‘Oh’ before looking back at you, this time with a visible light bulb over her head.
“You don’t have to force him to do anything.”
“Koami, what does that mea–”
The door closes abruptly behind her, and you can hear her feet tap dancing away with a few giggles. Whatever she meant by that must be just so amusing to her.
Your focus shifts back to your screen and the air blowing onto your face. Your keyboard is sounding in pain from all of your restless typing, but you don’t mind. The knob of the door starts to rattle a bit, and the sound of your fingers typing dies down. Who is allowing themselves into my office?
“Super V! My favorite eye candy.”
“Leigh. My favorite, least favorite coworker.” You flash him an insincere smile that he can read easily.
“Ouch. Not even ‘favorite fake boyfriend’?”
He giggles to himself and takes a seat across from you, his hand meeting the one you’ve left to rest next to the keyboard.
“I’ve heard a rumor. Perhaps about your AC. And judging by you using the fan that you called stupid, I can’t help but think it’s true.”
You free your hand from his and turn the desk fan off.
“You heard wrong, get out.”
Leigh stands up from the chair and carries it with him, sitting on your side of the desk. He reaches over to turn the fan back on and leans on your shoulder.
“Oh! That little thing is quite powerful. But I’m sure you want something more, don’t you?”
“Leigh, you don’t have to fix the air conditioner. I’ll call someone tomorrow.”
“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t?” He looks up at you with a wink.
You signal for him to go at it, and sure enough, he does. Next thing you know, he’s got random tools that he probably doesn’t need laid out in front of him.
You’ve zoned out by now with little to no belief in his abilities, until a firm banging noise hits your ears. Gosh. You looked over to see Leigh patting the vent like a proud father.
“Your ‘boyfriend’ has solved your issue and would like a thank you.”
You turn back around, “My ‘boyfriend’ should turn the air on and dry off the sweat on his face.”
He quickly brings a finger up to his forehead and feels the damp skin before hiding his face in embarrassment.
You chuckle, but loudly so he can hear you.
“You wanted a thank you for your… efforts?”
He looks at you, placing his hand on his hip, bracing himself for compliments. His face is painted with confusion as you get up and walk toward him.
“I don’t want to inflate your ego, but you did me a favor.”
Your hand hangs onto his tie as you pull him in for a kiss. To him, the moment lasted a lifetime, and there was romantic music in the background. Purely magical. To you, the kiss was quick and ‘silly’ if anything.
You pull away and head back to your seat.
“Don’t you want to say anything to me after that?”
His words make you turn around and notice his redness. Knowing he expected a proper ‘thank you’, you wanted to tease more.
“You’re right, Leigh. I forgot to tell you…”
He smiles proudly in expectation of praise.
“My office is closed now, so please see yourself out.”
His expression drops into a pout, and he slowly heads for the door, trying to persuade you with his eyes.
“I like that you’re joking with me more. Keep it up,” he says while closing the door.
I don’t care what you ‘like’. I think.
You pack up for the day and head home, relieved that your office is no longer a boiling hot box of assignments. You giggle to yourself, knowing that you may receive a text from Leigh the next morning after he discovers the desk fan that has somehow found its way from your desk to his.
was that super cute or what? or super boring (probably...)
also ummm i have a request rn that i NEEDD to work on (so yes whoever sent that to me i am eventually gonna get to it im sawwry for taking so long i'll be on it soon) !!
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