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↪ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴅᴡɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴄʜʀᴜᴛᴇ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
English is not my native language, so I apologize for any mistake and if you can help me improve it, I will greatly appreciate it. I hope you enjoy it :D
The first time you assaulted someone at work was on your first day in Scranton, specifically Dwight Schrute, your sales partner.
After Dunder Mifflin closed the branch where you worked, you were all forced to pack your bags and go to Scranton because there was a mandatory merger between the workers, but what a surprise you were when you heard a lot of atrocities from the Stamford office workers that Although you did not know much, they had spoken beastly about the people who were in the new office where you would work.
You heard that the people there were unethical. They did not want to emphasize in what sense they said it, they also commented that their people were almost abusive to the new ones and that they made integration within the office almost impossible for their ways of being so crude.
They especially highlighted the jokes of two people, in particular, the receptionist and one of the salespeople, they also highlighted the way some of those who worked there were so surly and how annoying it could be to work for someone like their boss. In short, this was a circus.
Your colleagues, all of them, quickly resigned and did not give the new office a small chance, and you had two options: You worked in such disastrous conditions that they were commenting on you or, on the other hand, you were unemployed and prayed for make ends meet looking for a job that wouldn't pay you half of a normal salary.
The choice you made was clear and, although your old colleagues and friends criticized you for even trying, you were always a person open to new experiences and you hoped that those people would surprise you for the better.
The Monday that you started your first day of work in your new office, you went with the biggest smiles and with the best possible attitude, excited to meet new people and have the experience of being able to have your second move since you had become independent. You almost felt young again.
" Hello," you greeted with a big smile the brown-haired woman who was at the reception, who looked at you with surprise when you saw you. "I come to see Michael Scott, David Wallace told me to talk to him when I came to the office."
"Of course," she said happily, picking up the phone and dialling a couple of numbers, telling your new boss that you had finally arrived. "Are you one of our new sellers?"
"I think the only one, the rest paid a lot of attention to the former Stamford workers who ended up leaving," you said with a shrug, looking over at the entire office.
Suddenly, from the room on the left side, a man in a suit came out with streamers and confetti, as well as with a welcome banner that made you smile slightly when you saw that perhaps your former colleagues were more wrong than you thought.
"Welcome to Scranton, new partner whose name I do not know!" Michael exclaimed, leaving the pink banner on the ground and sounding the streamer that made you smile a little more.
"Thank you very much, it's a pleasure."
Suddenly, in your left ear, you heard the blast of a whistle that made you react in a way that nobody expected because you turned on your sight and your hand collided strongly with the cheek of the man who had made that sound, leaving everyone the office frozen by your sudden reaction.
"Oh my God," Pam whispered when she saw how Dwight had his head turned to the side and his cheek turned red in less than five seconds.
"Sorry, sorry!" You exclaimed, scared, looking at the man who seemed puzzled by what had happened, turning his head again to be able to look at you. "Sorry, sorry, excuse me."
Before Dwight could tell you anything, you heard Michael laugh, who couldn't believe what he was seeing, plus he started joking about how the salesman couldn't take a slap from a young lady like you.
That would be the beginning of a series of unintentional attacks on one of the most significant people in your entire life.
The second time you assaulted someone from your work it was Dwight, again, while you were busy in the break room, you didn't see coming what he would do to make you react that way.
Once you got to Scranton and settled into your new job, everyone seemed to be quite nice to you compared to what your old co-workers were saying, you even stopped talking to them when they started picking on Jim and Pam, who were They had gotten pretty close to you and had been interested in everything you talked about. You were delighted to be able to be with them and interact as if you were truly friends.
On the other hand, even though you didn't get off on the right foot with Dwight, you became quite close to him in a very short time to the surprise of all your peers as you not only treated his badly injured cheek but also seemed to show a sincere interest in his farm and the beet, despite being a vegetable that was not too much to your liking, but still you seemed to enjoy listening to everything it said about its properties or its care; it was something no one understood, not even Angela.
"I still don't know how you can get along so well," Pam said with a big smile.
"It's true, you're always together," Phyllis confirmed, nodding her head, moving her eyebrows up and down suggestively.
"That's because we're friends. What's wrong with it?" You asked with a shrug as you put the coins needed to buy your bag of chips in the vending machine.
"There is nothing wrong, but Dwight-"
When you heard how she stopped in her sentence, you turned slightly to see that both women seemed to be very aware of you while they drank their respective coffees, to which you simply had to frown when not understanding the reason why they had been silent.
"What happens to you? Why do you look at me like that?" You questioned, raising one of your eyebrows.
Suddenly you felt an exhalation near your ear and two large hands resting on your shoulders, which made a great shiver run through your entire spine and caused your skin to crawl, but what the person who was not expecting you had touched was a slap that made him recoil and groans in pain.
When you finally looked at the person, looking at his clothes and his body, you instantly regretted it, because when you saw how it was Dwight who had touched you to get your attention, you felt worse than you could have felt when hitting Andy, with everything respect for the world.
"Oh my God!" You exclaimed, approaching him. "Sorry, Dwight, I'm sorry."
"I should have expected it," he murmured, rubbing his cheek, seeing how it was turning red in a matter of seconds. "Don't worry, I'm fine. The Schrute are very strong people, and not just any blow hurts us, don't worry."
"That doesn't stop me from worrying about you."
Pam and Phyllis opened their mouths in surprise, their jaws almost reaching the ground when they saw how you put your arms around the seller and apologized repeatedly, causing both of you to find yourself involved in a tender scene that softened the hearts of the receptionist and the other saleswoman. They were delighted to see you so enthralled with each other and not notice the clear feeling that you seemed to have yet to discover.
The third time you attacked someone was in the parking lot of the building where you worked, specifically Dwight, without in this case being a scare that made you react that way.
For some time, you had developed the butterflies of love that you had heard for so long and, although, for a moment, you thought it was a mistake to see Dwight that way. You could not look at him with different eyes and even play along with him in many nonsenses that later had it got almost absurd, although most of the time it was to play along with Michael for some stupid thing he wanted to do for the documentary they were making.
Of course, that once had led you to yell at each other more than truths because of the great danger that Dwight could even run when trying to parkour with Andy and Michael, in this fashion you did not participate nor did you intend to do so, but after seeing how kids, even professionals, went to the hospital for a dislocated or broken bone, you knew that you did not want to be part of something like that and you did not want your friend to be injured or even killed in the attempt.
"It is dangerous!" You exclaimed for the third time while you went to your car. "Don't you understand that you can kill yourself?"
"Don't be dramatic, (Y / N)," Dwight spoke, stopping next to you once you had reached your car. "It's only going to be a jump. Everything will be fine, everything will always be fine."
"Not so, Dwight!" You said again, this time a little louder than before. "This time your super genes will not help you at all for the simple fact that a fall like the one you are telling me could cause you to break a bone, do not be an idiot."
"Idiot me?" He asked, stopping your hand, which was trying to open the door of your car. "The idiot will be you. I am superior to you."
"Superior to me in what? If you can tell, oh, great sage," you said sarcastically and annoyingly, making a false bow.
"I am taller, more intelligent, a better worker, I am superior to you in terms of the job and-"
"In a position that does not even exist?" You questioned, raising an eyebrow. "Since when does the position of Assistant to the Regional Director exist? That does not exist, that position is a sham so that you close your mouth and stop giving the tab to Michael so that you do not ask him to be the director of the office."
You knew you had passed from the moment you blurted that out and noticed even more that you had screwed up when Dwight frowned and shook his head as if trying to erase from his mind what you had told him despite that deep down knew you were telling the truth.
He had been working in that office for a long time and he wanted the position of director, you knew that better than anyone, that's why he did such absurd jobs for Michael, not for anything other than to be recommended when he retired or to be fired.
"Well, let it be clear to you," he began, taking a couple of steps towards you until you made him lean on your car. "If your office closed it was not precisely because you did a good job, the only one you have and you do it badly. I will have a fictitious position and whatever you want but at least I know how to do it perfectly and not for that reason my office is closed, not like yours that had to be forced to close of the few sales that you did that are the same number that you do here, none."
The next thing your office mates saw was how you slapped Dwight hard, this time wanting to, to the point where the man nearly collided with his car from the force you exerted.
They had heard and seen everything that had happened in the parking lot once you had stormed out of the office, but they weren't expecting how bad it was until they saw you scream.
They didn't know how bad you and Dwight would be until a week later.
The fourth time you assaulted someone was in the office, again, inadvertently it was the man with whom you had a fight and with whom you did not speak again after the great shouting you caused in the parking lot.
Weeks passed, two specifically, and neither you nor Dwight had taken the step to apologize to the other and, as much as you saw your coworkers look at you curiously or with puppy eyes as if they were asking you for something, you simply turned around not to see them and you ended up returning to your respective jobs, which had even been exchanged with that of different colleagues until you returned to face each other in the sales area.
So much movement for nothing, in the end, you would have to work in front of the other.
Jim, who was the one between you, often felt uncomfortable due to the great tension between the two of you, but he couldn't tell you anything either because he knew how susceptible you had become to any comment from your colleagues regarding your friendship and There, very few will approach you when you coincide in the same room or the same specific point of the office.
Of course, that had caused the complaints to reach Toby and, by rebound effect, to Michael, who was forced to gather you and Dwight in the same room, in his office, side by side so that you could fix your differences and you would be as friends as before.
"I think there is something that Dwight wants to tell you, (Y / N)," Michael spoke for the first time looking at you, to which you raised an eyebrow without believing what he said.
"Sorry, Michael, you told me she was going to tell me something," Schrute interrupted with a frown. You told me that she would apologize to me.
"That I was going to apologize to him? I think you're wrong, Michael," you raised your voice a little more.
What Scott didn't expect was to see you argue with Dwight, but instead of as adults, you almost looked like two little children making fun of each other or trying to insult each other, but when you looked at Michael you at least expected him to order one of you to be quiet so that you could speak rationally. He only saw you with your mouth open while the rest of the office observed through the windows of the boss's office everything that happened inside it. In addition to your screams, they were not at all disguised and had even caught the attention of Kelly and Toby, who were in the annexe when the new fight took place.
"Someone should intervene," Toby muttered, pointing to Michael's office.
"You better not do it, we have never seen them angry with each other and I doubt that you will come out well as you go in there," Jim murmured, staring at how both of you began to move your arms from one side to the other.
Neither you nor Dwight was going to stop yelling at you until one finally agreed with the other, but in one of your movements, you accidentally slapped him across the face, causing his glasses to dislodge and he had to cover his face for the damage you had done to him, thus leaving not only Michael but the rest of the office completely dislodged.
You didn't know what to say to him, you didn't know whether or not you should apologize, so you just got up quickly and left the office while trying to keep your tears from coming out.
Enough had happened already having lost the man you loved, now you hit him again? You felt bad, too bad, but Dwight also knew things were bad, if not worse than he thought.
The next day the entire office knew that what had happened between the two had been enough.
They had seen how you had become friends, which was surprising knowing that Dwight was one of those involved, they had seen your displays of affection that were almost confused with those made by a couple, Pam knew perfectly well of your infatuation with the salesman, Jim was suspicious of Dwight's slight fondness for you, Michael was sick of not seeing you together.
If they were already bothered, in some way, by not seeing you as a couple, the fact of seeing you as enemies had so aggravated the matter that among all your office colleagues they devised a quick plan for the two of you to talk for as long as you needed to be able to do peace and be the friends that you truly were.
Hence, you and he were at this very moment locked in the cleaning closet with no possibility of escape, mainly because Michael had the key and had locked you up.
You were squeezed between the shelves and each other's body, while you were looking for a way to find your comfort without having to look at each other, but the situation was so complicated that there was no other way than to stand facing each other but looking in completely different places.
Dwight's eyes were looking up at the ceiling while yours were looking at your respective shoes, but at some point you were forced to look down and up respectively until you were facing each other, just staring at you without saying a word.
Should you say something? That was the question that was on your mind all the time and you didn't have a clear answer to that.
"Your nose is a little red," you murmured, raising your arm a little, being abruptly stopped by the man when he grabbed your wrist.
"I don't want another hit, thank you," he said before slowly releasing you.
He looked sideways at your hand that approached his face until it touched his cheek, touching the bridge of his nose with his thumb when he noticed that it was that bright colour.
"I'm sorry," you murmured, lowering your head and dropping your hand. "I was very rough with you, I went overboard and it was not my intention to make you feel bad."
Dwight nodded and noticed how you weren't looking at him, which bothered him a lot, and slowly lifted his hands to your cheeks before tapping your face to make you look at him, listening to your characteristic laugh, which made him smile until he got your eyes to reconnect with his.
"I'm sorry too," he whispered, placing both hands on your cheeks.
The two of you couldn't help but smile at each other as you always had, being Dwight the one who made the first step and hugged you tightly, feeling the warmth that your body gave him and the feeling of happiness running through him entirely.
Meanwhile, you enjoyed the caresses that he gave you both on the nape and the lower part of your back. You well knew that he was not a very physical man, at least not with the rest of the world, but you enjoyed the displays of affection from him as if he were the most important thing in the world.
Both of you still had your eyes connected and Dwight, noticing that your orbs were directed from time to time also to his lips, did not hesitate to smile even more and provide you with the kiss that you had seemed to wait for so long.
The first time you kissed someone from the office it was Dwight Schrute in the cleaning supplies closet and honestly, he was completely delighted to surprise you for once and not get slapped.
