You had always said that you needed someone like him, a forbidden dessert that made your heart beat faster. Kishibe was your type, always has been, long before he became your instructor and you became his apprentice. You felt like you were under a cloud of sweet frosting when you were with him, wanting to devour him without leaving any crumbs and delight in those warm calories. It doesn't matter if he was older than you, there was no other man like him, all the men are not him.

"So, you're waiting for me, hm?" Kishibe said, as he raised his head, his gaze abandoning the boring documents and focusing on your sweet presence. "I already told you not to do that, you'll only get me into trouble."