“God, is it that hard to do? Even an idiot like you can do better!”

Chuuya huffs, firmly placing the reports down on his desk as he sighs, gloved hands rubbing his forehead as he looks at you. He’s irritated, pissed off at the work he calls shitty - despite it being quite good, actually - as his eyes narrow at you. God, it pains him to do this. To see your pretty little face flash with a wave of shame and guilt. He doesn’t want to do this. But it’s the only way to move you on.

Yeah?