I feel like there have been Turks that will forcibly button up Reno's shirts for him. Knowing Reno he's probably sewed the first few button holes up. Maybe even glued the buttons holes shut so
A/N: oh i’m sure they’ve tried…
People in your department guessed you’d be the next Turk candidate. There was a long song and dance involved to see if you were suitable, but at this rate you felt like you’d just outright reject the offer if it was made.
The Turks were identifiable by how impeccably dressed they were and you honestly loved the uniform. You would have been so proud to wear it. Wear it properly. Unlike some people.
You were on the way to see Tseng when you turned a corner and bumped into some one. You didn’t even need to look up; you got a whiff of a particular cologne and a view of an inappropriate amount of chest and you knew who you had run into.
“If it isn’t my favourite little intern.” Reno very pointedly stood in your way and grinned at you.
Stupid red head. You also stood your ground and glowered at him. “Daycare is on ground floor. I think they’re teaching kids to properly dress themselves. Maybe you should go down there and check it out?” You didn’t miss a beat as you cheerfully spat your words at him and tried to get around him.
Reno simply side-stepped to block your path again. “You know I’m technically one of your superiors. It doesn’t look great when you don’t treat me with respect.” What a hypocrite. You knew Reno was never one to respect anyone he didn’t feel deserve his respect. He rebelled and was constantly unprofessional, but still touted as one of the best Turks. “C’mon, little intern, don’t you wanna be friends?”
You worked your jaw, trying to keep your frustration in check. He knew how to push all your buttons just by being present and it annoyed you to all hell. You wanted to call him out on his shit, but you also didn’t want risk saying something that would really get you into trouble.
Reno. Was. So. Annoying. His dumb good-looking face, his stupid nice smelling cologne, his awful fucking stylish—
You suddenly grabbed Reno by his shirt collar and yanked him towards you. The redhead was not expecting you to react so physically. The two of you were so close. He could see a very vicious fire burning in your eyes. “Button. Your. Fucking. Shirt. Reno.” You quietly, pointedly, sternly, ground out every word as you buttoned his shirt for him.
When you were done you shoved him back and continued on your way to the elevator. Reno turned to watch you, slightly dazed. You smirked and gave him a middle finger as a goodbye just as the doors closed.
Holy fucking shit. Reno did not want to admit how attracted he was to you right in that moment.
When Tseng saw Reno later in the day, the redhead’s shirt was still buttoned. The boss couldn’t help but feel a little smug. “Reno, have you seen our intern today?” He knew the answer of course; the question was just a gentle little jab.
Reno paused, but then scowled in realising what Tseng meant. He hastily undid his shirt buttons again.
You were definitely exceeding Tseng’s expectations as a Turk candidate.
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