You hadn’t planned on staying long. It was just a quick stop after your meeting across the city—heels clicking softly as you walked into Keigo’s office, blouse neatly tucked into your skirt, your bag slung over your shoulder. But the way his face lit up when he saw you? Like you were the only thing he’d been waiting for all day—that always made it hard to leave.

Keigo looked every bit the ex-hero turned executive, except his tie was hanging loose and crooked around his neck, like he’d tugged it halfway undone hours ago and then forgot about it. His jacket was tossed over the back of his chair, and his blond hair was slightly messy from running his hands through it while working.

“You didn’t tell me you’d stop by,” he said with that lazy grin, the one he reserved for you.

“Meeting ended earlier than expected,” you said, walking over to his desk. “Figured I’d check on you.”

“You mean distract me,” he teased, tugging gently at your sleeve when you leaned down to place the file you brought him on his desk.

The sweetness between you two was something even his staff had picked up on—how he always carried your bag if you let him, how you always brought him coffee just the way he liked it, how you never left his office without pressing a kiss to his cheek. People knew you were dating, but few ever got to see how soft Keigo Takami could really be when it came to you.

That softness, however, melted into something more mischievous the moment he slid an arm around your waist and pulled you just close enough for his undone tie to brush against your blouse. His lips grazed your cheek, your jaw, and you tried to swat him away with a laugh.

It might have stayed private—if not for the fact that the blinds were wide open. Keigo noticed first, catching sight of a small crowd of staff in the courtyard below, some of them blatantly recording on their phones, jaws dropped at the sight of their usually untouchable ex-hero openly flirting in his office.

Instead of panicking, Keigo chuckled low in his throat. He turned his head toward the glass, winked right at them, and only then tugged the blinds shut in one smooth motion.

“You winked at them,” you said flatly, though your lips twitched with a laugh you couldn’t hold back.

“Course I did,” he replied easily, giving his crooked tie one half-hearted adjustment before leaning back against the desk. “Why hide it? The Prez already knows about us.”

You crossed your arms, blouse still pristine and professional while he looked like a storm had gone through him. “So now you’re just… showing off?”

“Nah,” he murmured, stepping closer. His forehead pressed to yours, all that bravado slipping into something softer. “Not showing off. Just making sure they know the truth.”

The kiss that followed was unhurried, almost smug in how certain he was of it. When he pulled back, his voice was quieter, his gaze locked only on you.

“Unbelievably into you, that’s all.”