It was late at Spirits & Such, almost 11pm, the city outside dark and busy with nightlife and rumbling cars. But inside the office it was remarkably quiet, silent, almost. Serizawa and Mob had long gone home, after you offered to help Reigen with some overtime errands and paperwork following from a disastrous job earlier that day with a stuck-up client. Whilst you’d never verablise it, you deep down had a soft spot for your boss, so helping him finish up at the office, even during what would likely become unpaid overtime knowing his frugality, was a no-brainer. And the office had long fallen into a comfortable silence interrupted sometimes by Reigen’s tapping at the keyboard or your own stapling of paperwork. It was strangely relaxing, and a nice excuse to spend more time alone with your boss, even if he’s hyper-focused on typing away on his laptop, and you take a moment to admire his deft hands and slender fingers rapidly flitting across the keyboard.

And that’s exactly when you manage to catch your forefinger underneath the stapler you’re holding, stapling your finger rather than the papers you were trying to assemble distractedly. You instantly drop the stapler and now slightly bloody corner of the papers onto the side of his desk you were stood by, cursing a hiss and shaky inhale of sharp pain as you recoil, trying to be brave and not disturb Reigen, but unable to refrain profanity anyway. You look down and notice your finger is now bleeding, even as the immediate pain subsides a bit. So, a little embarrassedly, you turn to Reigen to request a first-aid kit or band-aid, only to see his vision has snapped to you, and that his eyes have dilated and gone wide, and… slightly red?

Wordlessly, with strangely laboured breathing, he stands up from his seat slowly, reaching over his desk toward you like as if on autopilot, grabbing your wrist to pull your finger closer to him, as if to inspect it closer. His eyes zone in on the small amountof blood at the the tip of your finger, and he licks his lips.