[modern au‼️] kokomi's profession was one that required a great cost of dedication, principle, and discipline. being a strategist and a leader was never an easy role, after all. for this very reason, she would often sector time during the day to spend in her office in your shared home to complete her tasks with minimal distractions, but also because of your insistence for her to try and fix her issues with her work life balance by having you near.

midday sun slipped through the sheered curtains as she sat at the desk, a pen in her hand and arms laid in front of her as she carefully scanned over the text. perhaps she was revising?? but she looked at a loss at the moment..

it always worried you to even so much as think about kokomi going harder on her work than she should, hence why you were now observing her through the slight crack she left in the door specifically for you. holding a small bowl of her favorite fruits in hand, you knock lightly to get her attention.