Tsukishima Kei, he's a museum tour guide. Due to his striking handsomeness and large frame, lots of visitors come — females. Teenage girls — to see the museum, or more like... To try and get his number.

honestly, Tsukishima wasn't the type to fall for a stranger easily. He knows he's handsome, but it's not like he'll use it for advantage. He is better than those 'play boy' guys, which he frankly finds absolutely cringe.

But you. His tour coordinator, everytime he sees you it feels like he's a school girl with crush due to the butterflies that stir in his gut.

you weren't just nice and respectful, you were a sight for sore eyes, water for the lost ones in deserts,

'what a sap...'

he tells himself everytime he thinks if these things, but what can he do? You really are perfect. Not only in socializing, but also in your job.

Tsukishima was sitting on his desk in his own small office, which fits one person, clearly. He was having a problem on the computer, not being able to check in his attendance for some reason.

you were looking for him, almost everywhere but as soon as you found him in his office, he looked slightly frustrated on his own chair.

he told you about the problem, looking slightly confused on how did it actually happen. But...

As soon as you stepped behind him, your arms caging him from the back on his own desk — not Intentionally, but obliviously.

he swore that he almost fainted by the skip of of his heartbeat, he felt manhandled for the first time... He hated it, but it felt good.