Synopsis: You tease your boss while he's trying to work.
Cw: gn!reader, kinda suggestive, enlighter calls reader a brat.
Wc: 0.5k
Not beta read!
The dim glow of multiple holographic screens cast eerie green reflections across Qi Chi’s sharp features as he leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled beneath his chin. Endless streams of data scrolled before him—secrets, scandals, the carefully constructed lies of so-called heroes laid bare. His lips curled into a smirk as he found a particularly interesting piece of information regarding Nice.
The room was silent save for the methodical tick of the clock and the rapid-fire clatter of his keystrokes. With a sigh, he dragged a hand through his silky black hair, the faintest tension in his jaw betraying his focus—
The door to his office burst open before he could delve deeper into an article he’d found.
"Boss~!"
His eye twitched. Only one person dared to address him with that infuriating sing-song tone.
You invited yourself in, arms behind your back, grinning like a cat. Your energy was obnoxiously bright compared to the dim atmosphere in his office.
"You’re interrupting," he said flatly, not bothering to look up.
"Aw, come on," you whined, plopping onto the edge of his desk, heedless of the classified files beneath you. "Your eyeballs are gonna dry up and fall out."
He finally turned his gaze toward you, eyes narrowing. "And you’re gonna get fired.”
You gasped, pressing a hand to your chest in mock offense. "You wouldn’! Who else would bring you coffee?" You dangled a takeout cup in front of his face, the rich aroma of espresso cutting through the sterile air.
You had been working for him for over two years, even back when he was a hero. And in those two years Qi Chi had threatened to fire you more time than you could count. But you knew he wouldn’t. You knew you had become an important person to him no matter how much he denied it.
His nostrils flared.
"Just...Put it down and get off my desk."
You smirked, swinging your legs. "Mm don’t feel like it."
Gosh he was fun to tease.
In a flash, his hand shot out, gripping your wrist and yanking you forward. You yelped as you tumbled off the desk, only to be caught by him. His face was inches from yours, his breath cool against your skin.
"Brat." he murmured, voice low. "Do you enjoy testing me?"
Your heart pounded, cheeks burning, but you refused to back down. smiling cheekily, you tilted your head. "Maybe.. What’re you gonna do about it?"
His grip tightened.
"...Keep that attitude up," he murmured at last, releasing your wrist, "and you’ll find out."
He nodded to the chair beside him.
"Now sit properly if you’re going to stay."
After a moment you snapped out of your flustered state, plopping into the chair beside him, kicking your feet up onto another stack of papers.
"Yes, sir!"
He exhaled through his nose, but the corner of his mouth twitched.
“You’re Insufferable.”
...And yet, somehow, the only one he tolerated.
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