{ Filled this for carathebear on the K project Kink Meme~ }

How to Motivate Your Genius with the Shit Work Ethic

Munakata simply shakes his head while Awashima just stands there impassive as ever. How in the hell did this happen? Fushimi was late for the third time in a week, he seemed to be even more lethargic as ever and the Blue King was so close to literately throwing him out on his ass.

But then again, he sort of couldn't. But he was ready to do it anyway.

"Awashima-san." He sighed as he tried to find another piece for his puzzle. The one he had picked up didn't seem to fit anywhere for some reason, no matter how hard he tried. "I need you to motivate the lazy idiot."

The heartless woman's face did not change as she stood there, arms behind her back and openly wondering how you could make that idiot work. Well, he wasn't really an idiot, by God was he brilliant, he just had zero motivation... Motivation...

Wait.

"Sir." When she spoke Munakata raised his eyes, interested with what she had to say. "I do believe I have an idea to solve this. Please entrust this matter to me."

Munakata's smirk seemed to grow, his eyes flashing dangerous as he simply nodded to the cruel woman. "Of course." She probably had something mentally scarring for that impassive bluet- something to truly scare him into working.

Seri Awashima left that office, remembering the fight that Fushimi had gotten into with that brat from Homra- Yata Misaki wasn't it? Her mind seemed to flash back to that dangerous smile he had- that inspiration had to have caught a spark within that bluet because he wasn't that lazy, quiet man she had worked with.

Perhaps this plan wouldn't have been so strange.

The next afternoon, she was taking a different route to work, purposefully making sure to walk by Homra. She was wearing an entirely different outfit, she made sure to put her own hair down as to not be caught by the newer members of Homra. When she peered inside, she raised an eyebrow and notices what appeared to be a shirtless Yata and that white jumpsuit boy next to him, cleaning the wound Saruhiko had given him.

She may or may not have taken a picture.

Fushimi was at least on time today, but she was still irritated. Quickly, she slammed the door open to his office, causing the sleepy third in Command to fall out of his chair which just made Akiyama flinch.

When the bluet sat up, suddenly he realized it was Awashima and he realized that he may or may not be in trouble again. Shit. Before he even had time to explain, suddenly a phone was being held out in front of him, and before he could get a better look at it- it was swiped away.

"Get your work done and I'll make sure you're rewarded." Rewarded? How boring- it was probably something materialistic. Well, that's what he had been thinking until suddenly, Awashima's cold frame held a sinister smile. "Your prize is this picture of Yata-chan I caught earlier."

Awashima had never seen Fushimi get to work so quickly in her damn life.

"Sir, my testing theory worked." Munakata practically spits out that matcha tea, he's just as shocked as she is- although she doesn't show it. "... How did you manage it?" A dangerous smile crosses the blonde's face as her arms stay by her side.

"I have my ways, sir."

It's two weeks later and Awashima can only do so much at this point. Fushimi's interest in just staring at shirtless pictures of Misaki are getting to the point where he doesn't care- and that's not good. She's sort of stuck at this point, the blonde is out of options.

Wait a second... Izumo.

She groans as she lets her hair down before walking into Homra. Yata and the bigger man are there, along with Izumo- who seems to recognize her instantly. "S-Seri-chan?!" He sputters, practically dropping a glass right there. Yata does an entire double take and his friend raises an eyebrow, before realizing who it is.

Quietly, Seri took her time strutting to Izumo, eyes staring him down in a way where the blonde knew he would have a hard time to resist. "I need to borrow someone." She clicks, and he bites his lip and gives her a passive face. "And who does Miss Seri-chan need t'kidnap on this fine day?" He asks, that damn Kyoto accent ringing through each syllable.

"Yata Misaki." Izumo gives her a double-take, confused beyond belief. Well, he sort of has to reject that offer, considering the last time someone wanted to borrow another- hell had almost broken loose. "Er, 'm sorry to t'tell ya, but ya can't jus' borrow him- 'less he's in trouble." The blonde can hear Misaki yelling in the background, but he turns his head back to Seri- and he sees her expression. Seri's eyes seemed to narrow and Izumo realized how futile this argument would be. Sure he could have fought her, but that would end badly. Arguing... He could try and argue?

But then again, arguing with the Heartless Woman was like arguing with a brick wall sometimes, one that could kick you right in the figurative nads and leave you crying for more.

That sounds more sadistic than Izumo thinks.

So, there the ginger is, standing Fushimi's office as he's yelling and swearing at Awashima- although when she looks at him and smiles Misaki's resolve just sort of crumbles and he looks away, face red. This is his reward: Fushimi gets Misaki if he can finish his paperwork- the paperwork that he's almost three months late on that needs to be done today. In three hours.

Fushimi's staring at the ginger as if Jesus himself had descended and given him and only him, a really big hug.

The bluet finished in two and a half hours. Awashima smirks to herself as she just seems to shrug as she leaves, for some reason that just causes Misaki's clothes to crumble on the ground.

Yata screamed and Awashima was actually quite impressed with the pounce Fushimi managed from behind that desk to the middle of his office.