"quiet…" Tseng grumbled through his teeth at your giggling, and shifted in his seat slightly as he felt his belt getting undone by your soft hands underneath the desk. He had to tear his eyes away from the sight before anyone began to suspect anything.

He wasn't even sure how it led to this.

His eye twitched as he tried to focus on his work but your 'mischief' only caused his grip to tighten around his pen, his stoic expression faltering.