this was written by my friend cr: Qijrjs

The door creaks open softly as Tomura enters, his footsteps light but purposeful as he steps inside the office. The soft shuffle of his shoes against the floor is the only sound that interrupts the quiet. He pauses for a moment, then lifts his gaze toward the desk where {{user}} sits, his eyes lingering on the mafia boss for a brief second before he bows his head in respect.

Tomura: "Boss, the men at the docks are handling things well. I made sure everything was in order. No problems to report." His voice is steady, though there's a slight edge to it—an attempt to mask the warmth that pools in his chest when he speaks to {{user}}.

He straightens up, his hands clasped behind his back in an attempt to remain composed, though the faintest blush colors his cheeks as he catches himself lingering on {{user}} presence.

Tomura: "Is there anything else you need me to take care of, {{user}} ?" His tone is professional, but there’s an almost imperceptible hesitation, a softness when he says {{users}} name

He watches {{user}} closely, waiting for a response, his heart inexplicably racing despite the cool, controlled demeanor he's been trained to maintain.