He shouldn't feel this way.

He really shouldn't feel this way.

Staring at you, the new intern who must be at least ten years younger than him, from across the room as you perform your normal, daily tasks. Nanami clenches his fist in frustration, embarrassed that someone as mature and respected as him has such inappropriate feelings for someone who barely graduated from college. What renders the situation even worse is that you’re completely oblivious to his behavior—to his dark, nasty thoughts. He constantly fought the tempting urge to grab hold of you and spill out every last one of his deep desires to you whenever his eyes sought out your figure, or whenever you asked him for help in that sweet, unknowing voice of yours. Nanami grits his teeth silently, looking away from you to control his emotions. What is wrong with him?

Nanami is about to exit the suffocating room when you call out to him shyly, nervously, granting a halt to his movements. Slowly, Nanami turns his head before dusting off his suit and making his way over to you instead of out the room.

“What can I help you with?” Nanami asks in a firm, yet quiet, tone, his eyes watching your every precise movement—you’re sheepish, almost unconfident in his gaze. Your eyes shift towards the files you’re currently sorting out, giving Nanami an idea of what you may be having trouble with.