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Your boss is a very kind man. And not only is he kind, but he’s painfully handsome as well. Young in his twenties, gorgeous fluffy green hair, freckles.. It’s truly a blessing to see every weekday. He comes in with his sharp, perfectly fitted suits, cufflinks, and his usual hairdo-- he makes the messy look work all too well. He always greets you in the morning, gets you lunch, gives you perks and whatnot, and it makes your body tingle with happiness at his generosity. The crush you have seems to be bubbling to the surface despite your efforts to push it back down where it should belong; in the depths of your aching, “professional” heart.
Izuku Midoriya, the owner of one of the biggest companies in your area. Your crush.
He texts you that he’s parking his car, and it’s now your queue to greet him with a warm smile and his favorite tea, your work binder nestled into your arm. You hear the sound of his car door locking, and the soft clicks of his oxford shoes getting louder as he approaches the glass doors of the second-floor lobby. You open one of them and smile before your eyes start to wander-- a crisp black suit, shined shoes, a sleek black belt, and a simple black tie.
“Morning, Mr. Midoryia. Sleep well?” He grins at you and takes his tea with a small bow of thanks.
“Just barely.” He takes a sip of his drink and hums gratefully as he begins to walk into the office building, with you following him at his side. You’ve gotten used to the stares of your co-workers, thanks to Izuku. He reassured you and suggested that you pay no mind to their.. Jealousy. The way he said that made your heart flutter, and the crush had been growing ever since that day; a curse to be frank. The ding of the elevator snaps you out of your daze, and you hurry to get into it with Izuku. Once the door closes, he takes another sip of his tea and looks at you.
“Did you set the meeting up today with the time changes? I apologize for the late notice.” His voice has a light and caring tone to it, one that makes you smile once more and nod. “The sunset will look great,” you started before adjusting the binder in your arm. “You could leave the shaders open.”
Izuku smiles warmly and puts the cup into his left hand to check his silver watch on the right. “Sounds great! Thank you, Ms. L/N.”
The elevator rings again as the doors to the executive floor slide open, and you and your boss step out to see your two co-workers making out on the couch nearby. You’re both utterly appalled... and blushing.
Izuku clears his throat. “Get back to work. Please don’t let me see that again.” He warned. The couple instantly breaks up their affair, faces embarrassed and ashamed as they scurry off down the hallway to the cubicles.
“God..” Izuku murmurs and shuffles towards his office. You give him a short side glance and find that he’s a bit flushed.
“Mr. Midoriya, are you alright?” He gives you a small nod with a reassuring smile, delighted to hear your soothing voice again. “Yes. I’m just fine, Ms. L/N. Thank you.” You step into his big office shortly after the rich man himself, your eyes never failing to roam around the space.
Izuku checks his watch again before removing his jacket, revealing a white dress shirt free of wrinkles that wrapped around his strong arms and torso. Clinging to your binder and watching Izuku look out his windows, the bubbly feeling you’ve had several times before resurfaces again. Your cheeks suddenly feel rosy and warm. “Ms. L/N?” Izuku’s looking at you, his expression a tad concerned.
“Y-Yes?”
He colors a little, holding a pen in his hand. “I’m going to write down the times that I have to leave for board meetings today,” he gestures to the blue sticky note on his desk. There’s a heavy silence that settles in his office as the pen scribbles down the information. He holds the note out to you with a charming smile, and you take it and put it in your binder for safekeeping. Suddenly, Izuku’s face is unreadable. Disappointed even-- his smile had faded a little. Did you do something wrong? But then, he restores it once more and thanks you before walking by, out of the office for the morning.
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In your own office—yes, your own office, small but cozy— you open your binder to get started on work for the day. The sticky note Izuku gave you was stuck to your schedule when you opened the binder, and you pick it up to take a closer look.
Meetings:
9:30 - 10:20
12:40 - 2:00
3:15 - 3:45
His handwriting is neat and flowy, appealing to your eyes. Izuku’s a busy man, alright. You have lots of respect for him and the work he does. Your eyes move to the bottom part of the light blue paper quickly, more drawn words catching your eye.
Would you like to have dinner with me this evening?
You feel your cheeks heat like earlier this morning before you’re hit with a pang of realization. Was that why his expression dampened? Because you didn’t read the note in front of him? You groan and hold your head in your hands, elbows hitting the cold glass of your desk with a hard thump. You’re hoping that you can still tell Izuku your answer once you see him again and that he didn’t blow it off.
4:00
“Mr. Midoryia?” Your voice is soft as you peek into the meeting room through the doorway.
“You’re fine, come in.” Izuku returns. He looks at you from his chair, semi-surprised. He wasn’t expecting you to meet him this early, only fifteen minutes after his last meeting. Izuku looks at his watch, then back up at you. “Did you need something, Ms. L/N?” Your heart beats quickly as you hold the note out to him.
“Yes, I would love to have dinner with you this evening, Mr. Midoriya.” His expression brightens and his features grow sweet and relieved; Izuku is beyond happy.
He takes the note from you and puts it in his folder, smiling to himself and reddening a bit.
“I’ll have the limo pick you up at six, then.”
“Thank you, Mr. M-”
“Izuku,” he interrupts gingerly. “Call me Izuku.” You feel your body warm promptly, and the growing ache between your thighs makes you step closer to the young gentleman. You lean down and kiss his cheek, pulling away and scurrying out of the office before you can see his reaction with adrenaline coursing through your body.
Deep down, you can sense Izuku blushing, fumbling--working to get his papers together as he tries to clean his thoughts and clear his mind.
Your day of work comes to an end, and you look at the time on your phone before you drive home. You’ll be on time, or at least you think so.
In your fanciest dress, you sit by one of your home windows with your purse and phone in hand while you wait for the limo. Will he be in it? Peering out the window, you see the sleek black limousine stopped in front of your house. Rushing, you get out of your home and lock the door to get to your ride. A man opens the vehicle’s door for you, and you climb into your seat.
And to grant your wish, Izuku’s there, right across from you. In another suit, as expected. But this time, his dress shirt was unbuttoned at the top and his jacket was open. No tie. The view of his exposed skin makes you shift in your spot before his voice tears you away from your staring.
“Evening, Ms. L/N,” He smiles.
“Y/N.” You correct Izuku, so boldly only because this is a car and not his office. His cheeks pink a little, and you wonder how a man with such a hot body and a cute face work together so well. (It’s Izuku, of course. He can do it flawlessly.)
The car ride isn’t as awkward as you thought it’d be, Izuku was willing to make light conversation. In the back of his mind, he couldn’t get the thought of your dress sliding down your body and revealing your skin to his hungry eyes out of his head. He had to suppress his desire for now, play his cards correctly. By the end of the night, you’ll be his, though, no doubt about it.
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