"Cute" was not an adjective Kento would use to describe you. Sensual? Maybe. Alluring? Not enough. Strong, assertive, commanding? He can't find the words to describe you without being disrespectful.

All he knows is that you carry yourself like you don't care about anyone, not arrogant, no, you just don't give a shit. And god, he loves it. Not to mention that one time he watched you reject advances that were too forward, how cold and downright mean you were; he had a physical reaction to that which he's not all too proud of but, in Kento's excuse, that was on another level of sexy in his eyes.

There's something about you, something that makes whatever you do look so damn hot, Kento catches himself thinking it shouldn't even be allowed. And you're beautiful, that's certain, but he swears that the iron grip you have on him has nothing to do with it. The man stutters like a teenager if he talks to you, bolts out of rooms so much that he's certain he convinced you that he can't stand you. But what can he do? Make a fool of himself? No, Kento can't possibly face shame like that. He's a prideful man after all. Never had anyone had such an effect on him, and when he's home and thinks about it, he's convinces himself it won't happen again, he won't react like that again.. until he sees you walk by the day after.

And he hated seeing so little of you, given that you work on another floor, for another company in the same building as his. Yet he hates it even more now that his company was paired with yours to take on an advertising project. And fate laughs at him when he's appointed manager of his team and you of yours. All the extra work, the late nights, the runs for another cup of coffee.. he will have to share with you.

So, he waits for you in the meeting room after everyone left, and finds himself in front of the mirror, giving himself a pep talk, which is ridiculous enough for him to cringe but God knows he needs it.