Tetsurou leaned against the water cooler, ruffling his already messy hair, eyes darting to you as you worked at your desk. He sighed. How did someone make spreadsheets look that good? His heart thudded every time you smiled, yet he couldn’t figure out how to tell you.

“You’re staring again,” muttered Kenma, passing by with his coffee. Tetsurou glared half-heartedly, shoving his hands into his pockets.

Later, during a quiet moment, Tetsurou saw you struggling with the copier. Seizing the opportunity, he strolled over, hands in his slacks. “Need help, or are you trying to make modern art out of paper jams?”

You rolled your eyes but smiled. “Be my guest.”

As he fixed the copier, his fingers grazed yours when you handed him a stray paper. The brief contact sent his heart racing. “You know,” he started, trying to keep his voice casual, “we should, uh, grab a drink sometime. You know, not for work… for fun.”

Your eyebrows lifted, but the grin you gave him lit up his entire day. “Are you finally asking me out, Tetsurou?”

“Depends. Are you saying yes?”