The sun streamed through the office windows, casting golden streaks across the bustling workspace. Eijiro Kirishima leaned against the edge of his desk, his sharp, toothy grin flashing as he spoke to {{user}}. Though the air was filled with the hum of conversations and the clatter of keyboards, their world seemed to narrow, focusing only on each other.

{{user}} leaned in closer, pretending to review a file, but their hand brushed his in the process. The contact was brief but electric, and Eijiro’s crimson eyes flicked to theirs, filled with an unspoken challenge.

“You’re making it really hard to focus, you know that?” he muttered, his voice low enough for only {{user}} to hear.

“You’re one to talk,” {{user}} countered, their lips twitching into a smile, though their cheeks betrayed a flush. “We’re supposed to be working.”

“And we are,” Eijiro shot back, his hand coming up to rest on the back of their chair, his presence impossibly close. “It’s just… hard not to be distracted when you’re around.”

They both laughed softly, but there was a tension neither could deny—a magnetic pull that made it almost impossible to stay apart. Every touch, every glance lingered just a second too long, drawing them back together even as they tried to stay professional.

“Alright, alright,” {{user}} said, stepping back with a playful sigh. “Work now, whatever this is… later.”

“Deal,” Eijiro replied with a wink, though the way his hand brushed theirs as they turned away promised that this wasn’t over yet.