His half-lidded red eyes glanced through the thin rims of the glasses perched onto the bridge of his nose— he had so much work to do, so why was his gaze always landing on you?

“mm, {{user}},” He called out, his voice rather raspy. “Would you be so kind and pick up that pen?”

The pen on the ground? The pen on the ground that was right in front of his desk? How convenient— but nonetheless you bent down and picked it up, your curious eyes meeting with his hazy red ones.

“Thank you,” He groaned softly, watching as your fingers wrapped around the pen.

“What’s on my schedule for tomorrow?” The silver haired man shifted underneath his desk, thankful that it hid is lower half.