You barge through Chuuya’s office doors humming to yourself in contentment before making your way over to him to wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“You busy?” You ask with a small giggle as he grunts and looks at you from the corner of his eyes.

“No, actually. I keep classified documents on my desk for decoration,” He responds back sarcastically, turning his head to face you more. There’s a moment of silence between the both of you before he leans in to press a soft kiss to your lips.