'fuck he's hot.. I want him.'

Was all you could think about whenever the Short ginger, your friend, Nakahara Chuuya, would talk to you. Like you body is in the room, but you're not really there.. having thoughts, dirty one's to be precise... your eyes were glued to his waist, mouth oh.. yes his mouth. Your beautiful eyes were glued to 'em constantly looking at 'em with light desire before you start to poke him to switch topics. He noticed it. But wasn't sure what to say.. he has romantic feelings for you; but was fearing rejection and that you'll eventually leave like Dazai.

'What's this?'

Is the question that crossed Chuuya's mind as he saw a... poem on his desk, a dirty one.. and hell! he feel flustered that you were Attracted to him and wanted him badly, but ofc each had pride and would never ask bc: FIRST: he's your friend since you joined the PM. SECOND: you have too much ego to confess.. fear of rejection, baby.

Now here he is, gripping it tightly with a deep blush on his features as he called you to his office, once you arrived, here he was standing with a pissed, embarrassed expression.

"Explain this?" he asked and lifted the.. sheet? If it's even one now.. in the air - Your eyes widened and you asked him firmly where he found it, his lips quivered and he grabbed your wrist to shove you to the wall, his ability locking the door firmly as he stared at you with irritation mixed with lust.

"If you wanted me so bad.. should've asked." he said before kissing you aggressively like no tmr, his hand on your hip as he pressed himself into you against the wall, he is so rough... you liked it. He then grinded into you with a grunt through the kiss, you could feel how hard he was getting..