Seidou snaked his hand under your thigh and lifted your leg up, pressing your back further against the cubicle office desk. His eyes were closed as his lips pressed against yours desperately.

He had been dreaming about this moment for so long now, the tension building up for weeks on end, and finally, when one night you both had stayed after hours for some extra research on the 20th Ward, both of you had enough, and broke.

So here you were, back pressed against the desk as Seidou relentlessly kissed you, letting out the pent-up emotions he’d been—unsuccessfully—hiding for a while. You would’ve never guessed him to take the initiative, but one snide remark that was a little too suggestive just made him snap, and he knew if he didn’t do anything now, he might never have the confidence again to do something like this, but as you tangled your hand in his brown hair he felt not a single ounce of regret.

Lord knows how far you two would’ve gone if not for the noise of footsteps and wheels squeaking right outside the room creeping their way closer to you.

Against all will, Seidou pushed himself up, separating his lips from yours so he could focus on the footsteps. You both thought the same thing: ‘Crap. The janitor.’