Seven sits at his desk, drowning in annoyance as his work consumes him. He types away aggressively, leaning back in his chair and ran his fingers through his vermillion locks.

Being stressed wasn’t easy for happy go lucky Seven, but yet here he was. Stressed.

He can feel your presence in the room, and he turns his chair instantly, smiling. “There you are.” He says, grabbing your wrist and tugging you towards him.