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Nanami Kento x Reader !Oneshot
Summary - Nanami the hard working, straightforward and intelligent money making machine. The type of guy girls dream about and never forget while they settle for their lame unmotivated boyfriend. That Nanami falling hard for a girl who is trying to get her life together without the perfect man stereotype following her every move. Considering him an HR violation maybe just maybe she’ll try to allow a helping hand.
Contents -Office, Corporate, Fluff
AN - This is not reread at all it took forever. I also didn’t want to make Nanami the CEO dominant alpha stereotype lmao soo we tried
Nanami the guy who never comes to work with a crease in his suit. Always has his work done and tie neatly pressed against his broad chest. The ever changing clock in a mundane office of people working for the hustle. Eyes set forward on the prize everyone wants a taste of. Money and god does Nanami have a lot of it.
It was the first observation you made. The expensive Rolex always decorating his wrist without fail. Shining in the office light giving hope to the young men who just stepped foot into the building. There Nanami shone accidentally. Like a statue for boys to look up to and a beautiful handcrafted figure for women to cross their legs while whispering dirty comments as he passed through halls.
Of course he never meant to do any of that. He just happened to be everything on the list. Just happened to be a kind and patient man towards women. Just happened to take the time out of his day to help the older lady working the press printer carry her papers back to her cubicle. Yeah he just happened to be perfect. Blonde hair and all. He really was something else.
“Y/n? Watcha doingg? That doesn’t look like work?” A man’s voice rings questioningly.
He has deep black hair and heavy but lavish under eyes. For someone so tired looking her sure had a delicate touch to his face. One only a few people got the chance of seeing and talking to everyday.
“Sorry suguru you caught me off guard what happened?” You turned looking at him intently.
He tilts his head raising an eyebrow at the sudden attention. A momentary but soft smile while he looks you up and down. You didn’t mean to daze off. You’d been doing that a lot recently. One minute you’re deep into typing the next you’re thinking about your coworkers different personalities and interests. Nanami only catching your attention today with the few times you’ve managed to run into him.
“I haven’t said anything yet?” He furrows his brows the clear smile still evident on his face. “but maybe I shouldn’t since you seem to be out of it”
Blinking a few times you shake your head no. Making sure he doesn’t get the wrong idea or anything. You’re just attempting to keep your thoughts from totally spinning off the handle. From your boring home life and even more boring social life you just need a few moments to yourself.
“No no! I promise nothing serious what’s up? Is it about lunch? Cause I can’t eat out I’m attempting to eat healthier this year” You respond with a wave of your hand.
He takes this in still not getting the right words from you.
“No not lunch Satoru’s paying for my lunch anyway so I wasn’t expecting you to…” He clears his throat looking at the busy working people amongst the few rows of cubicles. “ third wheel like you said you did last time…”
Tapping your finger you understand almost immediately. Gojo didn’t mean to come off as standoffish but for gods sake all he would blabber to was Suguru on your little lunch excursion. Leaving you slightly uncomfortable and awkwardly walking to the side of the two. Always noting not to go out with him even if Gojo is paying.
“It’s about the meeting with the Board of directors apparently they’re not too happy with our performance this year” He claims leaning on your desk casually. “you know…money hungry men want more results”
His voice comes out more of a slightly irritated sigh clearly not happy with any kind of feedback. That’s just the type of person he was though. It’s why you were so surprised he was such close friends with Gojo of all people. The cocky handsome bad boy who flirts with every female within a five meter radius. That Gojo who swipes his card like it’s second nature.
“They say that every year what’s the difference now hm?” You tilt your head not really buying into their arguments “I’ll ignore like I did my prior year”
He smiles at your words. Like a bird who knows their baby bird is ready to survive on its own. Suguru out of all people is the best at turning a head at any corporate stuff. He was the first person to tell you to do the same. Especially since you were amongst the few people who actually stayed as a new hire. The first two years being harder on you than you expected.
“That would be great if not for-“ He’s cut off when a hand wraps around his neck pulling him backwards. A short stumble following suit.
“Oh Suguru~” A voice cooed at your friend.
Your whole face shrunk. It’s one of them. Unlike the money hungry men the white haired man in front of you was the exception the rule. He didn’t have to be money hungry. The money naturally came to him. Being apart of some sort generational family wealth dating back far beyond what you could remember the date was. His shades having the obnoxiously quiet Prada logo on the side. Shirt an underground rich store you’re sure you’ve never heard of.
“Oh? If I knew your friend was here I would’ve reserved an extra seat-” He looks over at you that annoyingly bright smile looking you up and down.
“No need” You reply curtly turning your little office chair back towards the document set on your desk. “Brought something anyway”
Suguru looks over at you before closing his eyes. Understanding the lingering tension in the air with Gojo around. People have already looked up from their work. Taking a moment to catch sight of the famous party boy in the office area. AC humming to overpower the sound of his voice. Gojo watches the exchange. The way your voice sharpens and the soft sugary tone he heard earlier disappears as your turn your side to him.
Does it bothers him? Not really. Even if he can’t understand why a woman of all people would dislike him. It doesn’t matter because he doesn’t hesitate to pull Suguru away with more force.
“Shame we would’ve enjoyed your company” he half teases turning his back waiting for Suguru to follow suit. “Well no point of lingering”
His chalant behavior really gets under your skin like no other. Suguru gets a small wave and half a smile before he’s whisked away like some ignored wife. You can’t even begin to understand the appeal in him. That’s what you would say if you were a liar. Gojo isn’t terrible. He has an energetic personality. You really can’t blame him for being rich and weirdly extraordinarily good looking.
Tapping your finger the words seem to just sit on your paper. Nothing seeming interesting enough to really just sit there and be okay with wasting another hour of work time. Drifting to the clock on your desk the time reads 11:56am. What’s 4 minutes of extra break time going to do?
Standing up you stretch butt aching from the hours of sitting straight over files. Looking around you can see just 4 other people still really deep into their work. Maybe it’s just you not feeling the bright morning sun seeping the office today. Windows creating a vibrant atmosphere not many normal offices get.
Leaving your cubicle you drag a finger along the desks. Taking slow steps to admire everyone’s workspace and spacious decoration. Heels soft on the carpet before it gradually turns into hard clicks when you walk into the hall. Yawning you open your phone scrolling through whatever news headline is being reported. Occasionally going back to sift through and sort emails.
You’re not sure where you’re going. You had lied to get out of a meaningless conversation with a certain blue eyed man just earlier. To prideful to admit you hadn’t packed any kind of lunch and that you just didn’t want to hangout with the two. There’s workers talking in the halls. Using big boy words about the stalk market and dropping prices.
As much as you could talk about the inflated egos men walked around with in here you really didn’t have time. You had your own bills to pay. Your own life to fund so you understood their drive to make money fast. With the right face it could sound serious. Even attractive
Once you make it to the break room you’re slightly thankful that no one’s here. Happy that no one here’s to watch the way you’re just there. No food in sight just the empty thoughts of whatever snack you can splurge for in the vending machine. Opening your wallet you couldn’t help but find it to be a little ironic the lack of funds filling it considering its actual price.
A crisp five and twenty dollar bill just waiting to be spent on whatever unhealthy snack you’re craving. Picking at the five dollar bill you shut the costly wallet feeding the money to the vending machine. All before clicking the button to the chips you choose.
That is until a bottle of orange juice falls instead of your chips. No change being spit out from he mix up on the machinery side. Confused you look at the button again raising a rather sharp brow at the machine. Had you pressed 6 instead of 3? Mentally disappointed you bit your tongue at the unwanted orange juice now in your possession.
“Are you serious? Come on…my last five” You click your tongue an exasperated sigh escaping your mouth.
Bending down to pick up the orange juice annoyed you didn’t even want it. Opting to leave it on a coworkers desk and sit in your car instead. You’ve lost your last source of shield to block the crankiness and hangry feeling overtaking your mood. A frown is etched on your face while you stare at the juice bottle in your hand blinking at the bottle as if it’ll somehow transform into your chips.
“I have change if you don’t mind”. A deep voice states formally causing you to jump. “Here”
You turn looking at the large stature beside you. It’s Nanami in all his afternoon glory. He’s looking through his wallet that’s neatly organized in bills. Ranging from 100’s all the way to fives and ones. You don’t mean to shrink but you can’t help the feeling overtaking you while he’s here. He’s manly. Masculines personified. The good kind of masculines.
He doesn’t let you get a word in clicking the button for the chips you wanted. How long had he been standing there to watch your missed attempt? Your chips fall and he picks them up handing it to you with a big hand.
“Thank you Nanami” He perks up when he hears his name fall from your lips looking at you intently now.
You can’t tell if he’s studying you or he’s surprised that you know his name. That’s embarrassing. He’s going to think you’re a stalker. Immediately standing straight your eyes narrow. Confused why he’s still looking at you.
“I’m sorry did you need something? I can pay you back tomorrow” You speak voice unintentionally harsh.
His face doesn’t change instead shaking his head and lifting his hand to tighten his tie. He looks good. Now you really understood the older women whose talks mainly consisted of Nanamis relationship status. You can start to see why they’d want him single rather than any type of relationship.
“No need” He speaks calmly before looking back down at you “L/n? You work in our pricing Analyst team”
His voice is deep. Like honey. Everything that comes out of his mouth sounds fact checked and correct. In the right conditions you’re sure he can convince you to follow him around aimlessly. If it means he’s gotten a few drinks in you and you weren’t so headstrong. Then maybe it couldn’t work.
“I don’t see how that’s relevant…” Your cross your arms bag of chips crinkling in your grip. “Thank you for the chips but I have to get going”
Get going where? You had zero lunch plans and a boring hour of break to get over with until 1:30. You don’t know why but you turned on your heels to leave the break room. Maybe to prove a point. What is he even doing on the floor level. Guys like Gojo and Nanami worked higher up. With their own lavish office. Decorated with whatever expensive shit they could buy.
You hope he doesn’t follow. No he wouldn’t. He’s not that kind of guy. He can take a hint. Unlike some guys. Walking back down opposite of the break room you reach the elevator. Nicely adorned in modern style. Leaning against the elevator wall you opened your phone again. Hoping to clear your mind from the stray Nanami caught all for being a gentleman.
Pinching you temple it was starting to eat at you. Annoyed that being a little mean to one guy has gotten you so worked up. Why are you even mad now? Over him? You barely even know the man.
Looking at the office lobby you can see the range of men in suits. All in groups conversing with one another. Clearly they’re here to talk money but aren’t successful enough to talk on a higher level than the lobby. Rolling your eyes you moved to the front office desk. Taking off your laminated id to hand to Utahime.
“Y/n! Finally! Anormal person-” She whines taking your hands with hers. “All they talk about is money and stalks!? They think they’re so different from the hundreds of other men like them”
She sinks back into her seat. Hair becoming a little undone from the it’s back. Her tidy bun now having strays. You smile at her words. It’s nice to know there are a few other women not trying to sleep their way to a guy who makes real money and makes fun of the dick measuring competition amongst the new hires. Her face immediately eases your mood.
“Don’t be mean to them Utahime I’m sure they’re trying their hardest” You snicker leaning against the counter tiredly.
She’s beaming now. The afternoon light casting a pretty glow on her peachy skin. She rambles about whatever’s come to mind from when she’s first clocked in. Taking your badge to check you off while doing so. Going from a guy she thought was cute to how tired and bored she was of dates.
“That’s why I never pass up a conversation with Nanami he always reminds me that a guy should have at least three of his qualities” She muses a proud smile on her face.
Even Utahime. She drops that sentence and continues on with anything else running through her mind. Unaware that you had basically just slapped his hand away, crossed your arms, and stomped away. Like a child. Recalling it you feel even more embarrassed at how you acted. Going back to Utahimes sputter of words.
“Lunch? No I’m not doing anything I didn’t pack for today and all I have on me is a twenty I should be saving for Friday when I do go eat out” You sigh propping your hand up to lean on it.
She listens to your words a frown on her face.
“Maybe I can-“ She straightens her back and dusts her cute suit jacket. Back into what she calls work mode.
You’re still leaning over the desk. Skirt poking out you don’t stand up immediately. Stretching your fingers before you make any sudden movements.
“Utahime please clock me out for two hours” A voice drums right to the side of you.
Standing up just as quickly as Utahime you’re flustered. Flustered that he caught you in such a vulnerable state. He doesn’t tease doesn’t try to push. Just hands his Id and waits.
“Oh! Here Y/n I forgot-“ She hands you your Id a smile and apologetic expression. Giving you the free passage to leave.
It’s like a path straight to the front forms because all the rambling men have spotted Nanami. They’ve spotted a real investor. Someone who actually understands the roads and not the nonsensical words they use to make their point seem smarter. You wonder if he notices the shift in air. The way everyone sharks him out.
There’s no way he doesn’t. Conversations slow and suddenly the sound of cash isn’t being exchanged anymore. Shaking your head you’re just thankful he’s created the space that you can maneuver around. The doors seem so angelic. Like a gateway to heaven. Heaven being the outside world.
“L/n?” A man states your name like its analytical “You left your keys in the break room”
You want to explode. Snatch your keys and run as fast as you can away but when you turn it’s not the man you’re expecting. It’s a man with short brown hair and big brown eyes to match. He looks like a puppy. Holding your keys like a dog told to retrieve.
“Oh…thank you” When you look around the room trying to spot a familiar shade of blonde hair you find him. Walking 10 paces forward phone pressed against his ear while looking in another direction.
He’s beat the crowd once again. Keeping himself busy so they don’t get the wrong idea and try to make conversation with him. Yet he still made the time to send someone over to hand you your keys. How self centered. He can’t even hand the keys himself. Squinting your eyes you took the keys and stuffed them in your purse.
“Wait I was curious to know if you’d want to go out to lunch? It’s just me and-“ He scrambles trying to defend himself. “Not in a romantic way we have an extra reservation so it seems…”
You look between him and the way his body language moves in on himself. Scratching the back of his head while he smiles like a dork. Thinking of all the plausible outcomes you don’t think it’s terrible. If it’s just you and a random guy that hopefully doesn’t want to split the bill.
“You won’t have to pay don’t worry we have people that cover that beforehand” He waves his hands around closing his eyes.
He’s rich or matter of fact his friend is rich. The brown haired man seems like someone you can stand. It’s only an hour and you’re hungry. Picking your purse of farther over your shoulder you nod your head.
“Sure should I drive?…” He looks up at your response explaining that there was no need.
Before you know it he’s guiding you towards Nanami who’s busy taking on the phone. That is until he spots you. Claiming that he has something important to do and has to go. The phone clicks and he places it in his pocket looking at his brown haired friend.
“Haibara?” He speaks up voice deep.
You hate the small feeling you get so you just straighten your posture even more than it already is. Eyes looking straight at him. Haibara takes the time to look back and forth between you two. A single sweat droplet falling from his face. Maybe he’d made a mistake and gave the keys to the wrong girl.
“Sorry…I just thought-“ He looks away awkwardly atmosphere much to tense for his liking. “Forgive me Nanamin?”
The nickname catches you off guard. It’s much too cutesy for two grown men to be using but it’s fitting. Trying not to smile you find the idea of such a broody looking man being called something so affectionate.
“It’s fine let’s just get going we were supposed to be there 10 minutes ago” He turns to walk leaving the two of you to catch up.
Haibara sighs relieved that it wasn’t too much of a big deal. Like that his bubbly smile was back stitched on his face. Following Nanami like it’s the most natural and okay thing to do in the world.
The groups of men seem disappointed that he’s being accompanied. If it was just Haibara you’re sure they wouldn’t have cared but having a woman by your side also helped. Like an unwritten rule not to interrupt when a girl was present. Such a school thing to do but you’re grateful.
“So how are you liking it at the company?” Haibara asks on the other side of Nanami.
You nod your head a smile perched on your face. To hate this job would be absurd. Next year is when you’d really start making money. Like Utahime whose been here for over five years. Since you’d only been here for two years you were struggling to make by with what salary they gave you but you managed.
“The people are civil and I like the quiet atmosphere” Haibara seems suprised at your formality. Even though he shouldn’t since it’s your first time meeting him.
“You’ve only worked here for two years no? Sucks that third years and higher see the real money” He laughs “do you plan on staying?”
The entire conversation Nanami doesn’t chime in once. Keeping to himself on the walk to the car. Looking at his watch then the space in front of him.
“I do plan on staying it’s a fairly simple job that can pay for my lifestyle” You answer curtly.
“I’m sorry but how old are you if you don’t mind me asking?” The sudden question catches you off guard.
Would there be a wrong answer? You watch the way Nanami stiffens at the question and looks over Haibara who’s dead set on getting answer. Nanamis lips part almost speaking up. Not before you do interrupting him.
“25” You answer following them into the parking lot building. Haibara pauses for a moment before stopping.
“Actually I had some documents I needed to look over that I forgot about” He says unconvincingly.
You look up at Nanami who’s shooting a glare at haibara. Haibara doesn’t seem to care because he’s already moving to turn back around to the office entrance.
“Text me so I can cover the missing reservation fee” Nanami doesn’t let his face move from his usual expression simply watching as his friend walked off.
He was a nice man that you’ve been treating like every other man you’ve ever met. To say you had a reputation was far fetched but you did have a habit of leaving guys just because. Getting them worked up into thinking they’d found the one. All before you ghost them and continue on with your life. Mean yes but you’re sure those same men have done worse things to women in their past.
“I apologize I can find somewhere else to eat” Lowering your head you felt yourself shrink.
He’s quick to catch on shaking his head and lifting his glasses before taking them off. Motioning a hand for you to follow. He takes his key pressing the button to unlock his car. Low in behold it’s as fancy and sleek as you’d think it’d be. The low pur of his car causing a rhythmic sound throughout the parking garage.
He moves to the passenger side opening the car door all while you watch aimlessly. Was that for you?
“There’s no need you’re already doing me a favor by reducing the fee” He gestures standing behind the car door. “so there’s no reason for you not to come”
You hesitate looking around before moving your purse into your hands. Stepping slowly into the car before looking back up at him.
“Are you sure?” He doesn’t answer shutting the car door and moving around to the side. Stepping inside himself he places a hand on the wheel turning his head over to you.
“I’m sure don’t worry anymore” Your chips are still in your bag. They haven’t even been touched and it’s much too embarrassing that with every movement you can hear the crinkle of the wrapper.
His hand flexes around the wheel tightening as he backs up out the parking space. Hand resting just behind your head so he can turn to see.
How’d you even get here. As much as you didn’t want to admit it. You didn’t hate this. Didn’t hate the dominant feel that came from him. The veins in his hand that went up into the covering of his suit jacket. The way everything about him was just so masculine. With the way you were going you’d end up leaving a wet spot on his leather interior.
“You’re two years younger than me” He eases into the air.
He’s 27? You’d expected him to be in his mid 30’s with the way he carried himself. He was successful at just 27. That means you had two years until you were just as successful.
“27? I would have thought a little older” You answer messing with the strap of your purse.
He looks over just for a moment before focusing back on the road. Who would like the idea of being told you look older. It’s insulting. Not for Nanami. Not for a man who looks like a glass of tall fine wine.
“You don’t like me do you?” He questions eyes locked on the cars and buildings around him.
You pause. Biting your lip softly you look out the window. He was good. Straight to the point.
“What gave it away?” You spoke head leaning against the cars door. Taking in the busy people rushing through the streets. The same suit styled suit as the man sitting beside you. Only he wears it better. Much better.
“Your ability to avoid a topic when my name is mentioned” he adds pressing a finger into the steering wheel “and the way your shoulders square when I’m around”
He’s perceptive. You feel bad for his past relationships. They couldn’t hide anything that you’re sure of. He’s already read you like your an easy children’s book. Doesn’t even bat an eye when he doesn’t either. Just lays it all out.
“Like your sizing me up” He lets the last part melt as if it’s not important.
You were. In hindsight why would you go and make yourself appear small? Even if you felt it on the inside he didn’t need to know that. Tapping your nail on the window you look over at him. He’s focused.
“I’m not a big fan of money men” You lied eyes slimming down to drink him in.
His face doesn’t betray anything you can read. He’s calm. Like every other time you’ve seen him. In the halls during meetings. It’s like a blessing you get to see once or twice a month.
“We might be closer in thoughts than you think” Really? You stare trying to wrap your head around the rich man hating other rich men. “Don’t overthink it I just don’t like the constant talk of money like it’s something they can grasp with complicated concepts”
Nanami’s already caught your attention but this. He might just be exactly what you were thinking for. Men who liked mansplaining topics that could be sugared down into something simple.
“They over explain” He looks over when he hears your words like you’d just understood every problem in his world “I think the smartest people are the ones who can take a hard topic and make it easy to understand”
Ding. Nanami’s whole body relaxes. There’s a turn he makes before pulling into another building all blacked out. He’s found it. Found exactly what he’s looking for.
The last few minutes of the car ride consists of things you like and don’t like. Spinning off from your dislike of ‘money men’. He listens and hums. Replying every once in a while to add to your thoughts.
“You were going to take your friend here? Seems fancy for a lunch?” You inquire looking at the way the building seemed so off limits.
“Lunch is an important meal I don’t see why not?” His answer is smooth.
Parking his car in a secluded part of the building a few people greet him taking his keys. While he stepped out the car. Making a round to open your side of the car.
When you step out you can see people look between the two of you before smiling. None of them speaking just pointing at the exit and front door on the opposite side. Nanami follows behind you fixing his watch while he moves forward. He knows what he’s doing so you follow his lead. Keeping your head held high and heels loud on the cement.
When you reach the front Nanami paces first. Talking to the hostess quietly. She leans in nodding her head before ushering the two of you to follow her. When you get to your table you stop to look at it. There’s a candle it’s dim and there’s a single rose placed in the middle. On top of that it’s secluded. Away from the other various rich people also here.
“Is this a date?” He doesn’t reply instead pulling your chair out for you to sit.
He’s good. The dinner is silky. Everything flows. Words fall from your tongue like water. You eat. You talk. He pays. The black card he takes out catching your attention. It’s an Amex or an American Express card. Someone who spends more than two hundred thousand yearly. Tilting your head you watched the exchange. How fitting.
Nanami is attentive. On the ride back when you compliment his watch he lets you see it. Taking it off his wrist on the way back to the car. Letting you play and feel the coldness of the lavish jewelry. When he talks you listen just as much as he does. Sharing alike hobbies like reading and his dream to travel. When you get back to the office and it’s time to part he makes sure to hand you a small note.
“My number I’ll message you when I have another reservation” He says looking down at you.
Taking it you nod your head. Waving goodbye to him. When you’re back at your desk you don’t realize the watch still held tightly in your hand. Smiling you lifted it up in the light. Was he really that easy or did he like you that much? Looking at the little clicking hands you read the time 1:56 pm. Setting it aside on your desk like a trophy. Typing away with a newfound motivation.
There’s something serene about an early morning. Before the city is awake. Before the hustle of shoes and work talk could be heard. You don’t usually arrive early. You stopped doing that after your first year. There’s no point in attempting to seem different when all their employees were treated the same. Today was different. Today was exciting. Today you had an oversized watch in hand. The buttons on the elevator seemed brighter today. The sun seemed lighter on the skin.
The office felt cleaner. Looking back at the watch it read 7:10am. Walking to your cubicle you stopped in your steps when you saw it. Something you really shouldn’t be getting after a day. A big bouquet of roses. Looking around the empty office for any signs of life you quietly walked up to your desk. Entering your neatly decorated cubicle. It’s large. Taking up half of your desk. It has to be over 200 roses. Looking at the note attached you say down a smile threatening to overtake your face.
‘Dinner reservations Friday?’
You felt like a princess. Like those flighty rich girls spoiled with everything. Looking around you find a white wrapped box. Standing up you look around once again. Setting the box down to pick up the heavy flowers and set them on the floor under your desk where they’d hopefully remain hidden. Taking your suit jacket off you placed it on the flowers. Dusting your skirt while you sat back down. Blouse free without the fitted jacket covering it.
Picking up the box once again you undid the little bow. Not recognizing the logo written atop it. When you do open it your whole face wants to melt. It’s a watch. Diamonds circling around the actual part where you tell time. Setting down his watch you compare the two. It’s clearly the same style yet yours is a different brand. You don’t want to look up the price. You don’t need to, to know it’s expensive. It’s beautiful.
Clasping and fitting it to your wrist you work the little turn circle on the side to set the time. You spend your whole morning break admiring the watch until people gradually fill the room. Some people stopping by to say Goodmorning and compliment your watch.
It decorates your wrist so nicely. You can’t help the overwhelming need to show it off to those stocker men. Show them your watch. Show them the success you need to have a watch like it. It’s not as bulky as Nanami’s. The chain much slimmer than a regular male watch. He has great taste.
Throughout the day you’d gotten many compliments. Of course there were the questioning eyebrow raises. Like from Suguru who asked where you’d suddenly gotten the funds to afford a watch like that. Especially in your possession. You’d waved him off telling him you’d been doing saving on the side. He didn’t believe you. Spotting the poorly hidden flowers under your desk.
Instead turning a head to go back to his side of the office. Lunch rolled around and you found yourself wandering back down to the lobby to talk with Utahime. It’s not as busy as yesterday. They’re being quieter. Leaning against the desk Utahime perked up happily.
“Y/n! You won’t believe it I saw the cutest bag yesterday…” She rambles on stopping only for a few seconds to eye the watch planted on your wrist.
She’s not good with brands so you didn’t expect her to care much. Nanami had texted you earlier something formal about the flowers. You never responded. Letting the message linger for over another few hours. Cruel yes but this wasn’t anything serious. A rich man can gift a pretty girl things. It’s the rules of the world.
Then there’s another text asking about dinner. You shut your phone listening to Utahimes long stories even if it has been half an hour. You never liked clingy men. Rolling your eyes maybe you’d delete his number sometime later. Smiling at Utahime you pushed off her front desk stretching softly. The watch glistening the window light.
“I’ll catch you later okay Utahime?” Her face softened waving her hand goodbye. Watching as you walked off.
You weren’t sure where you were going. Maybe just wandering around curious to know what everyone was up to. Clicking the button for the higher levels you decided to venture off. It was much quieter than you anticipated. Occasionally a man in a suit would pass you looking you up and down before moving along. Then you found a break room. It was nice. Luxurious. Sitting down on the plush couch you let your head melt backwards into the wall.
Opening your eyes to stare at the ceiling it was pretty. Like an extravagant paintings adorned in white and gold. What you’d give to work up here. Taking slow breaths you turned when you heard footsteps walking in. Looking up it didn’t take a genius to see who it was.
“Do you plan on replying to my messages anytime soon?” His head is cocked up. Walking towards you as you turn your head.
You’ve long looked away from him closing your eyes. He’s confused partially. Taking your wrist to look at the watch neatly placed on your skin. He likes it.
“It looks nice on you” He murmurs taking reigns over your hand.
When you finally look up at him you’re narrowing your eyes at him. Like he’s done something wrong. He liked your expression. The way you look at him like he’s just another man you can run laps around. Unfortunately for you he’s not. You can’t out hustle him. Your early was his late. He’s not like other guys. Nanami is a man.
“You really plan on ignoring me? I’ll pick you up Friday” He states “I’m not too fond of being used”
It doesn’t take much more out of you because you nod your head. Holding a hand out so he can pull you up. He does just that. Making sure not to get too close to you. Instead whisking you upwards on your own. He leads a gentle hand out the break room and to his office. Back muscles flexing without his suit jacket on. He looks like the most charming painting in a museum. Leaning into the smell of cologne you follow him.
Just one chance. One more watch. One more date.
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