you wore a red ruffle shirt and a short skirt that grazed your thighs to work. your boss wore his usual black suit.

you enter his office and place papers on his desk.

"you're supposed to sign these." you say.

"okay." your boss, gojo, says.

you nod and leave his office.

once you're gone, gojo sighs, rubbing his temples. she's wearing that damn skirt again. he thinks.

he leans back in his seat. she's so damn distracting.

thab, thab.

gojo looks down and sighs again.

maybe one rub will be fine...