Stroking your hair as you sit in his lap, reviewing some of his paperwork for him while he was cracked out of his mind. It was a common occurrence, and you just got used to it as much as you could.

For some reason you were his favorite ever since the day he scraped you out of the rain and gave you a job working under him. Cute little nicknames, overpriced perfumes he'd pick out, and calling you up to his office for hours at a time. He didn't care if you got your work done, as long as you were on his reach. And when you were, he had an excuse to tease you and try to get your attention. It was all a game to him.

But you couldn't complain. He never went too far with it, and the way your pay kept going up and up was more than enough for you to stay.

Currently you had your laptop on his rather messy desk, ignoring all the papers and files he had scattered to type in your own report while he pinched your cheeks repeatedly. "So soft.." Sanzu mumbled, burying his face into the top of your head to breathe in the scent of the shampoo he made you use.