It wasn't on purpose, It was an instinct. The way his calloused palm would slap his mouth as soon as he caught a glimpse of you, the heat creeping to his neck and mostly, the uneasy fidgeting around you.

You had him in a chokehold, and you never knew. It was silly.....really, how a 36 year old man would turn into a blushing and writhing mess with a smile from you. His massive crush on you wasnt unnoticeable however. As you two sat overtime in the office, working for your own separate cases while chatting along, Hiromi tried his best to hold the conversation without going berserk.

He mentioned how he used to love cussing as a kid, causing you to chuckle in amusement. And well.........he couldnt handle that. His face almost instantly lowered, his head coming to bump roughly against your shoulder and linger there.

"Please.....dont smile at me like that."