Interns weren’t your problem.

You were a senior lead in Corporate Strategy — the woman people whispered about in elevators. The one who looked untouchable in heels and red lipstick. The “office siren,” as the interns called you when they thought you couldn’t hear.

You only had one job today: brief the new intern group and assign tasks.

Simple.

Until he walked in.

Kuroo Tetsurō. Tall. Sharp. Way too handsome for someone making intern-level pay. And worst of all — the kind of charming chaos that made your eye twitch.

You were already annoyed by how he held eye contact too easily, smirked too naturally, and stood too close during introductions.

Then you saw him an hour later… with a full box of documents, papers stacked a mile high, and a plastic folder held between his teeth like some delinquent office cat.

You actually stopped walking.

“…Are you serious?”

Kuroo froze mid-bite, eyes flicking toward you. Even with a file in his mouth, he managed to smirk.

He pulled it out slowly. “Morning, miss” he says with a tiny smirk and a wink