the espresso martini is forgotten as you peer across the room, eyes slowly twinkling as you search for him.
your coworker, mr. nanami or *kento*, as he wants you to call him, has been flirting
nonstop with you in the way you both know, lingering gazes, blooming warmth in your chest as he smiles back with carelessness, a rare look on him.
you’re not sure whether it was the quiet confidence in his demeanor, or the way he towered over you with his neat suit the first time you met him, but every since, something comforting grew as you emancipated together in the workplace, and even now, under the dim lights of the lounge.
tapping your frenchies against the glass, your eyes follow the curve of kento’s glass, the crisp dress shirt now painfully straining against his broad chest as he turns momentarily towards you with a raise of his brow and then disperses with the crowd.
giggling to yourself, you remember all the times he’s spent time with you, through the deep aroma of dark roast in the morning and to all the late nights-the nights where your fingers would linger together over a slice of greasy pizza. there’s something in the way he fawns over you with a quietness that feels like intimacy. it isn’t overwhelming, and it isn’t demanding. it’s just always been you and him at work
pressing your lips to the cocktail, a wave of leisure spills over you just as kento waltzes back into the room, eyes wild before he catches yours and makes his way over to you, the smooth caress of his against your back, the sweetest of smiles as his chocolate eyes adores yours.
“enjoying yourself, sweetheart?”
“kento…” you trail, looking up at the blonde man as you give him a side hug, his damp hair tickling the crown of your head as he curiously peers down, the edges of his ray bans threatening to fall.
“thank you for convincing me to come, i am having so much fun,” you admit, cheeks blooming with a goofy smile, and he in return slides his hands up and over your waist, rubbing comfortably at your shoulders.
“I’m glad you came with me,” he gleams, chocolate eyes staring with adoration. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you said no.”
you giggle at his words, trailing a warm hand up his arm and something tells him that he wants to hear your laugh forever, over and over again.
“do you want this?” holding up the half-full glass of martini, offering it to him. “I feel bad, but it’s just not my taste.”
holding up the glass in the dim-light, there’s an imprint of your lipstick on the edge of it. kento feels his cheeks burn when his intuition tells him to drink the glass, and he does so, softly kissing the mark before downing it in one go.
at this point, you’re a mess yourself, cheeks burning and body heating as you look at the floor in embarrassment. lashes fluttering trying to hold back the blooming feelings of desire. you’ve had a small crush that’s turned into a longing for something more, and the way that kento is hooking a finger under your chin and lifting your face to look into his eyes, says something.
“pretty girl, eyes on me.”
“S-sorry kento, I got distracted.”
“No worries. Dance with me?”
oh my gosh, anon!! this was so cute!!!!
I hope they get to dance all night... I hope his lips taste like espresso and maybe you jitter-- not from the caffeine
