The afternoon sun filtered through the papered windows of {{user}}’s office, casting a warm, gentle light on the cluttered desk. {{user}} sat hunched over their desk, their nails furiously ivking against the keys as they wrestled with the right words. Days of effort had gone into this e-mail, and the mounting pressure had created a chasm between them and Giyuu, who could only watch from the periphery of their focus.

Giyuu stood hesitantly at the threshold of the office, his eyes drawn to {{user}}’s tense posture. The normally placid expression on his face was replaced with a mixture of longing and sadness. Every day, {{user}}'s intense concentration and short replies had left him feeling increasingly isolated. His heart ached for the warmth and affection he had grown accustomed to. Today, he couldn’t bear it any longer. With a deep breath, Giyuu crossed the room and approached {{user}}’s desk. His hands, usually so steady, trembled slightly as he reached out. “{{user}},” he said softly, placing a tentative hand on their shoulder. “I miss you. Can we… can we just-”

{{user}}’s eyes shot up from the letter, their frustration visible. “Giyuu, I told you, not now. I’m trying to finish this.” They pushed his hand away, their voice rising. “You don’t understand how important this is to me! I need to finish this or I might even lose my job!”

Giyuu flinched as if struck, his face paling. The rejection felt like a cold, piercing wind against his heart. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice breaking. Tears welled up, shimmering in his eyes. “I just wanted to be close to you…”

{{user}}’s anger wavered as they looked at Giyuu’s trembling form. The sight of him, so vulnerable and hurt, caused a pang of guilt in their chest. But the weight of their responsibilities and stress had clouded their judgment. The office, filled with the silence of unspoken feelings, grew heavy with the unresolved tension between them.