Inspired by that one scene where Ren is handing out coffee to his coworker, because why the hell not?
Mistakes are rightly mine, Skip Beat however is not.
Golden eyes peek at the blonde figure that is fixated to the computer screen in front of him. She wills her eyes to look away as her heart betrays her by skipping a beat. She prays he does not notice.
He does not. Fingers typing away at the keyboard.
She will not look at those fingers – continues the internal battle of pulling away her traitorous eyes that have taken to admiring his ears.
God damn, she wants to slap herself out of this semi-haze. Like a warrior who wounds oneself to stop the numbing exhaustion of battle.
She manages after many long minutes to pull her eyes back to her work. She does not, cannot claim victory, she has broken quite a few self-made promises thus far.
She told herself she would not be like his many admirers, the ones who giggled, batted their eyelashes, flirted with a passion of a warrior during the last battle, and tried various methods to get him to peek down their generously opened silk blouses.
She has done no such thing, only due to a lack of confidence and her old-fashioned upbringing.
Still she cannot help but glance once in a while, though her glance rate has been increasing.
The demons tell her it is a losing war, she tells them to shut the hell up.
She tries once again to focus on the work at hand, a simple task her brain knows she can finish in fifteen minutes. Perhaps this is why her brain is being lazy in monitoring her eyes.
It is a horrible habit, she has stared so much that she has him memorized.
She can tell you his shoulder length, knows the circumference of his neck. She can describe in a heartbeat the way his forearm muscle tighten when he pulls back his sleeves, how his fingers flex when they run through his locks, how they swim graciously over his keyboard, the exact manner in which he takes long seemingly effortless strides when he walks, the way his eyes appear to change color, or the way his cheekbones are positioned at the perfect degree on this symmetrical face.
She admires his form, considers herself a creep for doing so and shamefully continues. Oh how she continues as the scorching guilt beats down on her.
She is staring again, and she barely realizes, but he does.
Startling green golden orbs meet hers, and she whips her head down. A blush forming on her cheeks at being caught.
Oh god, she whispers.
It takes her half a minute to take another peek to see if he is creeped out.
He back to his work again, though she doubts he even paused.
She looks back at her works and vows that she will not stare at that man for the rest of the work day.
She does not, which is no accomplishment in her eyes as she gets out of work an hour later.
As she packs she notices that he has already left, no doubt to enjoy the rest of the day.
She politely informs her supervisor that she is leaving and walks out to the elevators.
The elevator dings open and as she lifts her head to get on, a scowl threatens to break through.
She ignores the other two occupants as she steps in.
Of all the days for her to get stuck riding in the elevator with Fuwa-the-bastard, as she likes to call him in her head, it had to be today. Add to the equation his bimbo intern Nanokura Mimori, who most everyone on the floor knows he is sleeping with.
Nanokura giggles and Kyoko shoots her pupils upward chanting in her head for the elevator to move faster.
The minute the elevator reaches the ground floor Kyoko swiftly walks out, only to catch the bastard smirking. If she was in a darkened state of mind she would have flicked him off or better yet packed a punch straight into that defined nose of his. She ignores him and walks to the front doors, only to see a small shower coming down on the earth.
It is a good thing she economically always keeps a small umbrella on hand.
"Need a ride?" asks a voice.
She glares at Fuwa-the-bastard and pulls out a vehement, "No."
Nanokura is unhappy with her reply, which proves Kyoko's theory that people in love do become dumb, or in Nanokura's case dumber.
Fuwa-the-bastard watches as she pulls out her travel sized umbrella and opens it. She ignores him as she walks out to the door. The air is filled with the smell of wet dirt, she almost smiles, only to catch the attention of those tempting green eyes.
Hizuri Kuon stares at her and she wonders at the look in his eyes.
The overhang of the building keeps the rain from hitting Hizuri-san and she wonders if he does not have an umbrella with him.
He gives her a polite smiles and she blinks back at him.
"Do you want to share?" she asks before she can control her mouth.
He does not answer right away and she wants to smack her head against the stone pillar of the building.
He looks at her umbrella and she thinks he would not be caught dead under the flowers and sunshine that is her umbrella.
"Thank you for the offer," he says softly, apology in his eyes "But I think with my rather hulking body I would get us both wet."
He is being unfair she thinks, he is not that massive and it must show on her face because the apology is receding from his eyes and being replaced by mirth.
"Mogami-san truly, it is fine, your umbrella is perfect for one person and I couldn't be happy with myself if you got wet because of me"
She wants to roll her eyes at him, what is a little rain here and there? Not like she would be bombarded with a typhoon if they shared an umbrella. Unless he was waiting for someone else? Ah.
She nods her head at him and turns away. Well at least he came up an excuse for not wanting to share with her, not that it matters to her who he shares umbrellas with.
Sunny fingers grasp on to her wrist as she walks away. She looks around and trails those all too familiar digits, trying not to pay too much attention to the amount of veins on the slim hand, to that all too familiar face.
Before she even has a chance to ask the inquisitive face why, her hand is sharply yanked out of that sunshine and into the bitter hand of one Fuwa Sho.
"You sure you want to be harassing a woman right in front of the building?" Fuwa the bastard all but snarls out.
Hizuri-san blinks at him, clearly not understanding his logic. She barely understands it herself.
She almost rolls her eyes at his rudeness and wishes for a brief moment that she would whack him across the head and lecture him on proper manners. Sure he's a director but Hizuri-san is older than them and would never resort to such tactics as harassing women at work.
She slips her hand out of Fuwa the bastards grip and smoothly but frostily says, "Fuwa-san I think there's been some misunderstanding on your part, Hizuri-san would never stoop to such a level."
"Thank you for your hard work, but please excuse me." She continues before either man can reply and gives them a small bow and walks away swiftly.
She hears Nanokura moaning at Fuwa the bastard and possibly pulling his attention back at her.
She snickers, if there is one thing Fuwa the bastard hates, it is needy whiney women and yet here he was in all his glory with the neediest of them all.
"I think I will join you after all," says the voice near her ears and before she can shriek in surprise her umbrella is skillfully taken out of her hand and a blissful smile is thrown her way.
She gives him an incredulous look, morphing her face into something decent. She wants to whack him now.
Does he realize what he does to her heart? Especially at such close proximity? Of course he does not realize, the foolish man.
The rain beats down harder, rise in tempo, and she knows he is getting wet on his end but she cannot trust herself to look.
His scent is overwhelmingly as it is. To her, he smells like warmth and something that will soothingly lull her into a sort of state that would be dangerous for her well nourished walls.
What does a man have to eat to be this good at smiling and smelling she mutters in her head. He is almost fairy like she thinks, almost.
She feels his stare on her and she looks up.
There is sort of a pleasant olive color in those orbs of his, which is why it takes her a while to realize that he is calling her name and looking at her questioningly.
She missed hearing what he is said.
"I'm sorry, but can you please repeat that?" she asks sheepishly.
"I was asking where your home was"
"Why?" she asks confusion masking her face.
He smiles at her and she dips in deeper.
"Well so we don't wander around aimlessly in this weather," he explains.
Now she definitely wants to bang her head against the hardest thing she can find.
She laughs nervously, hoping he does not think she is too stupid, and tells him where her apartment is located.
"But you don't have to walk me home," she says, assuming that is why he asked.
He looks at her in that strange manner again and it darkly occurs to her that his intention in asking might have been something else entirely.
"Well I mean," she looks away and continues, hoping to salvage the situation at hand "uhh, there really is no reason for us to walk that far, you can have my umbrella and well, I actually don't mind getting wet in the rain, truth be told it's one of my favorite things to do, I mean not that I go out of my way to get wet in the rain every time it rains, but you kn-"
She stops breathing.
He is holding her hands.
Why?
"Mogami-san" he says in that cool sweet watermelon slipping down your throat on a hot summer day voice, "I would never let a lady run in the rain while I selfishly took her umbrella."
She wants to protest, but he goes on, "And I asked for you address so I could walk you home."
She sees a shadowy darkness in his eyes and for a second she wants to jerk her hands out his and flee as far away from this man as possible.
Thunder crackles loudly in the sky above them and as awaken from a haze they take stock of their surroundings. The wind has picked up rapidly and what had started out as a light shower has now turned into a booming and harsh rainstorm.
Wordlessly they started walking again, staying mostly silent.
When her bag almost flies out of her arms, courtesy of the fact that she is not taking any work home and thus it is light as pillow, he grabs onto it and tells her to put it between them.
She happily complies, glad to have something physical between them, the nearness is almost choking her cheerfully.
When they reach her apartment she all but shoves the umbrella back at him when he is about to hand it back to her and tells him to keep it or face getting a chilling cold, and for that she would not be responsible if she could help him avoid it.
They say their farewells and she slumps down the minute the door closes behind her.
Her treacherous heart beats, humming to the warmth he has left behind in her.
She stares up at her ceiling and knows she must train harder. She cannot fall for this man any more than she already has.
Thanks as always for reading. Also this isn't going to be more than 3 chapters, all of which have been typed out.
