A/N: Damn it discord. I didn't think I would write a legit Mutsu fic but...here we are.

Thanks for reading!

-Lucicelo

The feeling of stomach churning doom filled Tsuzuki Asato as he looked down at his phone.

Muraki Kazutaka sent him a text message. His boss texted him. An apparent response to the message he sent him last night. It was odd. Muraki preferred calling his employees rather than texting them. Citing that he could relay all his information in a phone call than writing it all out in text. Somewhat old fashioned in the same way Tatsumi called immediately after he tried sending him a message.

After scratching his head about it, Tsuzuki's mind came up with a blank. He remembered texting Wakaba dessert suggestions in case she needed ideas for her weekly food drop off. Sometimes, she picked his idea because he tended to collect recipes even though he didn't bake. No one let him bring in his creations to the office. Not after the incident from his first year on the job.

Not even his own sister had faith in his cooking abilities.

Unbelievable.

Everyone in their office knew that Wakaba made specialty boxes when a birthday popped up. Everyone received one of their own that was made with their specified taste palate in mind. Her birthday dessert box from last year still made him salivate.

Giving into his curiosity, Tsuzuki tapped in the password to his phone and went to his messages. Clicking the message open, Tsuzuki was stunned to see the dessert recipes that he meant to send to Wakaba. Looking through them, he imagined digging his teeth into every single sweet, savoring the flavors on his tongue.

Once he got the last one, he pinched his face to break himself out of his sudden delusion. There was no way he sent this photo out into the ether sphere. He swore he deleted it after he swore off going bar hopping with Watari, Yuma, and Saya.

Those three were a recipe for disaster.

Moving his finger down to read Muraki's response, he choked on his spit. Muraki saw his photo and was going to fire him for harassment. There was no going past this incident. He was doomed.

Tsuzuki-san, please come to my office after the lunch hour has ended. Thank you.

In between his mental breakdown and planning a quick escape, Hisoka arrived to the office.

"What's wrong with you?" Hisoka set down his tumbler filled with tea and finished paperwork on his desk. "You're being weirder than usual."

Tsuzuki turned to Hisoka, got up from his seat, and pulled him into a tight hug with tears in his eyes. "Socchan, I'm going to get fired!"

Hisoka's shock stopped him from pushing Tsuzuki away from him. "Wait...what?"

Tsuzuki nuzzled their faces together, crying out. " Muraki is going to fire me!"

Hisoka wrinkled his nose in contemplation. After all, Tsuzuki got away with almost anything in the office. Even the constant beef between Tsuzuki and Terazuma constituted verbal warnings and threats of cut paychecks. There was no real reprimands to speak of. Hisoka still couldn't wrap his mind around how Tsuzuki wasn't written up for his misconduct. But, as the newest intern, he kept his mouth shut and contributed to their workforce. Going far beyond his job description made his resume look good for future job listings.

Besides, he benefitted from being Tsuzuki's favorite coworker in terms of workload. None of the senior employees dumped their work on him due to Tsuzuki's intervention, citing his delicate nature.

Hisoka grit his teeth and went along with the motions. Tolerating the constant teasing about his baby face was nothing to him. He was used to people gawking at his face. He wasn't going to ruin his good fortune during the rest of his duration in the office.

Awkwardly patting Tsuzuki's back, Hisoka asked. "What exactly did you do?"

Tsuzuki's face went bright red when he muttered. "I...accidentally sent a...naughty photo to Muraki."

Hisoka let out a deep sigh. "Tsuzuki-"

"I know!" Tsuzuki let go of Hisoka to cover his face with his hands. "Out of all the photos in my gallery I accidentally pressed that one alongside my food recommendations. And those photos were supposed to go to Wakaba anyways."

Hisoka arched a brow. "And face Terazuma's wrath over accidentally sending a dick pic to Wakaba instead?"

Tsuzuki removed his face from his hands. "I didn't know Terazuma liked her."

"It was obvious." Hisoka sat down, motioning Tsuzuki to do the same. "Did Muraki respond?"

Tsuzuki sat down, worring his lower lip enough to redden the skin. "Yeah...he told me to go to his office after lunch."

"Huh."

Hisoka stared at Tsuzuki wondering if the guy knew that Muraki lusted after him. After all, it was an open secret that Muraki favored Tsuzuki out of all the employees. Anyone who tried getting Tsuzuki in trouble were either transferred or fired due to other unexplained reasons. It was ridiculous how blatant Muraki expressed his want of Tsuzuki without getting a lecture from President Konoe.

Inner office relationships were more or less forbidden unless the employees were from different departments.

Not that it stopped people from breaking the rules.

Bored employees of their department were betting on when the sexual tension would end. Many of them felt pity for Muraki's sickening longing stare whenever Tsuzuki passed by him. Hisoka didn't care about Muraki's feelings. He bet Muraki would crack around springtime and he was glad he did.

Tsuzuki's little mess up would push Muraki to the brink of action.

And he'd win that huge jackpot.

Hisoka snorted. "Well, you're fucked." Literally and figuratively.

Tsuzuki whined about Hisoka's sweet face spewing such language. How his adorable Socchan rebelled against him and didn't pity him in his dilemma. Then, he slid onto the floor, accepting his future unemployment status.

Hisoka ignored him to start on his paperwork.

Tsuzuki could almost hear the ringing bells of death as he walked over to Muraki's office. With each step he took, his mind went into overdrive at the thought of what Muraki would tell him. Having witnessed Muraki when he went into a furious tirade, he far surpassed Konoe's angry rantings. He didn't think it was possible for a such beautiful face to morph into a demon.

Good thing Muraki never directed his angry face at his direction. He didn't think he would find the bravery to return to work had Muraki gave him the stare of death. At least with Konoe, he could tune him out until he lost steam and shooed him away from his office.

The closer he got to the office, the more he shivered in terror.

He didn't mean to send Muraki a dick pic, but informing the man that he clicked on the wrong person wasn't an excuse. Wakaba and Muraki were not close in his contacts. He was careless and needed to face the consequences.

Hisoka was no help in comforting him as they went through their usual work for the day. The young man made it a point to tell him that he shouldn't slack off. He might pile onto Muraki's anger if he handed in incomplete work. For the first time in weeks, Tsuzuki rushed through his work, triple checking everything before he slumped back on his chair for a breather.

There were instances where Tsuzuki swore that Hisoka found his whole situation funny. Tsuzuki saw the amused twinkle in his eye while he dove into his work. Hisoka was laughing at him without having to smile.

At the very least, the apple pie Wakaba brought to the office helped to soothe some of his nerves.

Pausing in front of the door, he gulped down the lump on his throat. He forced his hand up and knocked on Muraki's door. His heart skipped a beat when Muraki gave him permission to enter his office.

Opening the door, Tsuzuki didn't expect to see a room filled with red roses. An overabundance of red roses, littering the floor, bundles occupied a majority of the room. He thought he entered the wrong office. But, Muraki made his appearance, donning a pure white suit, making him appear angelic. The image was deceiving in intent. After all, Tsuzuki was in trouble for his screw up.

"Uh...should I come back later-" Tsuzuki peeked back at the door. "I didn't mean to interrupt whatever you were going to do."

Muraki walked around his desk, almost sensual in his stride as he closed the door behind Tsuzuki. "Nonsense. You are just in time."

He guided Tsuzuki to one of the open seats at the table he brought in from one of the break rooms. He made sure to decorate the table with a lace white covering and added a vase of red roses for decoration. Since lunch was over, he thought against bringing in a food course for Tsuzuki. The wine he chose was perfect for an after lunch date.

Tsuzuki cranked his head to observe the contents of Muraki's transformed office. Whenever he was called in Muraki's office, he noted how nothing out of place, almost clinically clean in a sense. Compared to his messy desk, he was surprised Muraki never chastised him for it. Tatsumi and Hisoka lectured him about pests possibly infesting the office with his carelessness.

To see Muraki's office in a calculated mess was mind boggling.

Almost uncomfortable.

The feeling of awkwardness grew once Tsuzuki realized that he arrived before Muraki cleaned up after a date. Why else would Muraki go all out in the flowers for a simple reprimand?

Muraki removed the cork from the wine bottle, pouring it into two delicate glasses. Classical music filled the air as he obscenely purred. "Tsuzuki-san, do you know why I called you here?"

Tsuzuki gulped. "Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic. I'm so sorry! I really didn-"

Setting the wine glasses on the table, Muraki quickly used the remote to turn off the music. He stared at Tsuzuki, embarrassment clear on his face when he inquired. "Accidentally?"

Tsuzuki nodded his head. "I was texting someone else and pressed that photo by accident. I meant to send the food photos but not...that one."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive." Tsuzuki insisted. "I know better than to send such images to my superiors. Good thing this wasn't sent to Wakaba. Her innocent eyes didn't need to see my dick. Poor thing. Uh...you're not...mad are you?"

Running his fingers through his hair, Muraki croaked out in disbelief. "It's alright. No harm done." He grabbed a wine glass and downed it in one gulp. Then, he drank the second glass.

Across from him, Tsuzuki uttered out. "Muraki-san?"

Sighing out loud, Muraki slammed the empty glasses onto the table. He pushed himself away from the table and turned around to open the curtains. The sudden change of light made Tsuzuki hiss out loud. Muraki ignored him in favor of losing himself in his thoughts.

He was certain Tsuzuki responded back to his longing and sent him the photo on purpose. Using the sequence of pastry photos to hide the prize hidden at the end. Muraki licked his lips when he first saw Tsuzuki's cock. His imagination did not compare to the actual appendage.

But, it was not to be.

Tsuzuki didn't mean to send him his beautiful and well shaped cock.

Breathing through his nose, Muraki declared. "You can go now."

Tsuzuki perked up. "Really?! I'm not in trouble."

Still facing away from him, Muraki waved him away. "Go on."

"Thank you!"

Muraki waited until Tsuzuki's footsteps retreated and the door closed before he slammed his closed fist against the window. "Damn it."

The end.