Anon you are so fucking big brained! I imagine it would go something like this:
Asakura Jo is a nice kid. Soft spoken, a little shy, but hard working. You can't complain about his work ethic, you can hardly complain about his attitude. He's easy to train, easy to guide, easy to do a lot of things. Which is why you feel bad that he gets under your skin so much.
You feel like a mouse caught in a maze whenever he looks at you. You feel your skin crawl whenever his brown eyes glide over your skin. You feel watched, captured, and vulnerable even though he has done absolutely nothing to make you feel that way.
He barely even talks to you for gods sake!
But there's something there. There's something you, and only you, can seem to sense. A preternatural ability that has almost always gotten you out of situations before they can arise. Usually, you can pinpoint what it is you're sensing. Usually, you can drag your gaze across a person and find all the little things that they're hiding, that makes them unsafe and move on.
But not with Jo.
Every time you look at him you feel uneasy, but you just couldn't figure it out.
Couldn't, because last week you did.
When you look up, he's already looking at you, eyes catching his in the busyness of the office. He smiles at you, a small thing that looks sweet on the outside but makes you feel like something is slithering around your arms and chest, restricting you from breathing, thinking or eating. Your food catches in your throat, and your coworker, Penny, pounds you back to keep you from choking.
"Woah!" she laughs, smile bright on her older face, "Be careful there, darling! Don't want you dying in this office!"
You can barely focus, chair scraping against the floor as you push away from the table, still coughing. "I gotta go." The paper bag of your lunch crinkles in your hand as Penny says something you can barely hear. Your step echoes in the hall as you rush to the private bathroom, hands bracketing the porcelain sink.
The cold grounds you, eyes squeezing shut as you take in deep breaths.
On your third inhale, the door opens and you curse yourself.
"Occup-" your voice trails off as you make eye contact with Jo through the mirror. He closes the door behind him, flipping the lock, and you squeeze the sink tightly. "It's occupied."
"I know." His lips twitch, hand reaching up to loosen the tie around his neck. "Our coworkers are worried."
"You shouldn't be in here," you snap, watching as he takes a step towards you through the mirror. You want to turn, but your knees have locked up. "This is a single person room."
He hums quietly, another step, then another until he's plastered against your back. He ducks pressing his lips against the shell of your ear. A shiver shakes your body, fear and something else warring with each other.
"You saw them," he asks, the intensity of his eye contact keeping you where you're at, "didn't you?" You almost deny it, but he makes a noise in the back of his throat. "Don't lie."
Your lips part, but nothing leaves your mouth.
Photos. So many photos locked up in his desk. You hadn't meant to find them, hidden in the blanket your job gives to everyone at the office. You'd been looking for the department card, knowing Jo had been the last person to have it when he was put in charge of placing an order, and there had been an unspoken rule that everyone followed, put it in your desk and lock it until someone else needs it. You'd found it before you saw the photos but...
"Yes."
He hums again.
But, you were nosy by nature. Curious. Unfolding the blanket, and the photos spilled in your lap. So many photos. Photos of you in different places. You at a bar. You at home. You in your bathroom (how the fuck did he get those?)
You.
You.
You.
You.
Jo's hand trails up the smooth of your thighs, bunching your skirt up before cupping your pussy through the fabric of your underwear. "You're wet." There's a smug undertone to his words, and you scowl.
"No I'm not."
His eyebrow lifts, pushing the fabric to the side and pressing his finger to the seam of you. You hiss, arms tensing with his movements.
yayyyyy its jojo's birthday!! happy birthday to my fav rice loving, long-legged, shy cutie patootie, asakura jo (˶˃⤙˂˶) most of my pics are of him just looking good rather than a goof (so jelly) but still, admire the selection. #gonnabitehim
