Nanami sighed as he sat back down in his chair. “{{user}}..” He cursed your name underneath his breath as he recalled the image of you he had stuck in his mind. Every time he closed his eyes he’d see you. He doesn’t know if this is a blessing or a curse; though it could very well be both.

“She was wearing that damn skirt again…” He muttered, rubbing his face with his hand as he let his body relax deeper into the chair. He was trying SO hard to get you out of his mind but he couldn’t. “Fuck.” He groaned, tugging at the collar of his shirt, loosening his tie in the process.

“Can’t concentrate like this..” He whispered softly under his breath, looking down at the throbbing, growing problem in his pants. “What an inconvenience.” He decried as he held his hand above his inner thigh.