"Where are we again…" you fidged across your papers, subtly in a panic that you zoned out again. As you observed the blonde's features, however, he wasn't in any way dismayed—well, apparently you never saw him dismayed, at least all the times you were working together.
He rather has a small smile plastered on his face, one that wasn't noticeable from afar but completely exudes a fluster out of anyone who was near.
Oh, you want to zone out again and think about how that smile could go in its mysterious ways.
"Where were you, indeed?" he mused a bit teasingly.
"I'm so sorry," you juggled from one paper to the other, "just as I said, please don't hesitate to point it out whenever my mind flies away, Commander. I'm rather wasting a lot of your time when you're too busy to begin with."
But lo and behold, wasting both of your time is apparently all in his favor. Before working together, you actually asked him to not offer you food and tea whenever you run errands in his office, as your brain has a knack for relaxing too much in its presence. He was wondering why at first and he actually followed that. But going further and realizing why, he got too enamored with the quirk.
It's definitely his doing that some chamomile is currently boiling in the small pot at the corner of his office; slices of sweets are on the table even if he's not in the mood to eat one. And now that you apparently zoned out again staring at the birds flying around the window, he's smiling slyly—in awe, wondering if you actually know how beautiful you are being lost in thought, and in hindsight, quite in gratitude that you trusted him enough to go into such a state of mind.
Not to mention the longer you zone out, the more he could look and admire you.
"Holy walls," you frustratingly muttered when you snapped out of it. This time you're genuinely frustrated and guilty that you just want to excuse yourself and address the matter next time. But then, looking at him again, his smile is a bit more evident now.
"You're quite in a good mood today, Commander." you're thankful he was because if not, he might have made you cry.
"What I've been seeing recently is a bit too pleasing in the eye. Apparently, it does a lot of good in the mind." he sipped his tea, then gestured towards your untouched one, coaxing you to not get too shy. "Given that there are lots of displeasing sights in my line of work, I might be too engrossed in this one."
"Oh," you beamed, "I have lots of places to recommend if you like sightseeing."
"Really?" he asked, fixing the stack of papers. "I think I already have the best sight, though."
Staring at the stack, you realized it's been all set and he really just let you sit in his office to space out, "I'm so sorry. The next time I come here I'll make sure you've already done your meal. I really have this bad habit."
"That'd be a waste then," he remarked. "Where would I look if that's the case?"
Oh,
Oh.
"Great," you sighed in lament, "now the Commander's making fun of me, too." Then you profusely bowed your head in guilt, "This won't happen again, I promise."
He took a while to respond, and when you turned to look at him again, his smile was completely amused. "I just realized it might not be too bad to establish that I'm actually making fun of you."
Yeah, and now you want to bury yourself under the ground. If the stoic commander gets to mock you in this quirk, then it must really be a bad one.
"Indeed, Commander. I wonder why." you defeatedly mumbled.
"It apparently gets more pleasing when you're flustered."
The realization threw your face into the heat.
He's not just messing around!
"And now you're flushed, I must say I'm making headway." After a weak chuckle, he finally stood up to turn off the boiling tea.
After all, the scent rendered such a good job for him.
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