(A/N)- omg, you guys are really nice. I've decided that I am going to continue the story and make it that each chapter will represent a day of the week. I'm still deciding if I should raise the rating and if I want to write smut c:. In this chapter, we do have some indecent references, mild language, and making out (heck yea!). They also share an intimate moment on the bathroom. I personally think that Ritsu is a bit OOC but it's really sweet so I hope you'll enjoy. I don't know if this one is as well written as the first but I hope it'll satiate your thirst for a 2nd Chapter. Oh, and I changed the first chapter a bit because I noticed my atrocious grammar. There will be more in the future~

And to Deathday1313, I went and listened to the song while reading it and I started giggling really loudly. Kudos to you as you are like my favorite right now. :D

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Monday

Monday mornings brought an air of effort which my laziness never allowed me to achieve anything.

My eyes secretly watched him from a distance as he bellowed loudly into the phone. "What the hell do you mean you can't submit the manuscript on time?!" he yelled, cockily. His eyebrows furrowed together listening intensely to the receiver.

At times like this, I would definitely stay out of his path. Good thing I was sitting at my desk with my laptop propped beside my manuscripts. My fingers were tapping away on the keyboard, but that never yielded me to actually work. It just made me look busy.

I mean, it was Monday.

With a sigh, I sat back into my swivel chair, slouching. Even with that being said, I still needed to work. I couldn't slack off.

Idly, I brought the manuscripts into my lap and my eyes lazily ran across each page, marking the errors with my red pen. Slowly, my mind slowly became focused into the work, and so much that I had completely forgotten about the environment I was in.

I must have looked funny because Kisa lightly bumped his chair into mine, speaking softly.

"You are getting funny looks, Ricchan"

Looking up, I noticed that I had my open red pen placed gently on top of my cheek. It probably made red freckles all over my face.

Still in a daze, I shot Kisa a bizarre glance, my eyes glazed over in concentration.

"What do you mean?" I murmured in response.

My voice sounded like a zombie. He motioned to the door with his hands, grinning.

Lazily throwing my head to the side, my eyes widened, and my cheeks heated up.

Apparently, while I was spaced out working, Isaka-san had arrived. He had been quietly inspecting my stature curiously.

His chuckle vibrated across the room as I bolted upright, clutching my manuscripts. To my side, Kisa's grin burned into the side of my skull, as I stammered with apologies. "A-ah, Sorry, President. I didn't notice you were there."

His snicker was the loudest sound in the room and I could feel more gazes upon my face. What a great time for Takano to finish his phone call. "You just looked so comfortable that I didn't want to disrupt your work." he responded, my cheeks growing hot as I found myself unable to speak.

Kisa also commented as well. "Ricchan, I've never seen you so relaxed working."

"I think that's the most normal I've seen you become. You actually looked more of a human and less of a workaholic." Isaka chirped.

My body felt frozen in embarrassment and not a sound left my mouth as I stared wide-eyed at them. "Maybe Takano could tell us why Ritsu isn't as… energetic as usual today. I mean, he is always taking care of you, right Ricchan", Kisa playfully beamed, mischievously, with his elbow nudging me in the side.

Horrified, my eyes widened in disbelief and my head whipped in Kisa's direction, as I opened my mouth to tell him off but unfortunately for me, Takano was still in the room.

His voice yelled loudly over the others. "Oi Onodera, maybe you should tell them what we did yesterday."

"What! Takano-san!" I blushed wildly, jumping up.

Beside me, Kisa erupted into fits and giggles. I could hear Isaka-san's quiet snickers.

Angrily, I stammered over to his desk, furiously blushing.

"WE didn't do anyt-."

"Actually, I think you should tell them what we did after dinner last night." he interrupted smoothly, scooting closer and staring into my eyes challenging.

Behind me, I could physically feel Kisa's nosiness excelling into new levels.

"You guys had dinner together?!" he exclaimed starry-eyed.

At this point now, everyone's interested was piqued and it didn't look good for me.

"T-Takano-san!" I stuttered angrily.

My stomach fluttered like a torrent as I recalled yesterday's events that I would rather not talk about.

With a smirk, he thrusted a pile of papers into my arms. "I need these copied. You seem to have free time so get this done now." he demanded, loudly.

Angrily stomping away, I shot Kisa a glare before getting back to work.

After handing over the copies, I headed to the bathroom where I washed my face in the mirror, ridding it of the many red dots that my pen inflicted.

Scrubbing at my pores, I could hear the door open and instinctively, I moved over, making more space for the sinks.

Immediately following, long arms wrapped themselves around my waist and I sighed irritated.

"Takano-san, you can either take your arms off my waist or you can hand me a paper towel?"

With a grunt, a dry paper towel was placed until my wet palms and I dried myself.

Opening my eyes, I leaned into his embrace tiredly.

"You know we are still at work", I commented.

Pulling me closer, he lazily placed his chin on my shoulder, uncaring, cradling me in the silence.

After a few moments of comfortable silence, he pulled me around to face him and I curiously cocked my head to the side, confused by his actions.

Today, I felt too defeated to fight back against his love, which he only willingly gave out when we were alone.

Leaning forward, he pressed his lips sweetly against mine, longingly. Moving his lips, my face heated up as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding into my mouth. Squeaking, my body heated up and I could feel something sweet slip into my mouth.

The familiar feeling of desire resurfaced, just as it did last night.

Pulling back, he smiled softly and kissed my forehead gently as I wrinkled my nose, disappointed and deciphering the taste. The fruity and chewy sensation definitely made them Skittles, but the flavor was odd. I didn't particularly like it but it tasted familiar.

"What flavor is this?" I questioned, leaning up to press my nose against his jawbone.

With a grin, he snuggled back. "Green Apple. Do you like it?"

Shaking my head, I moved to up to press my forehead against his.

His hazel hues of silent desire met mine and I couldn't keep my cheeks from growing a shade darker. "I think I liked Lime a lot better", my mouth murmured, pouting, only loud enough for our ears to hear.

With a large grin, he leaned closer and pecked my lips with a chuckle. "

If you acted sweet like this last night, then maybe I would have been gentler".

Blushing violently, I pushed him away and began to stare him down.

"Maybe if you would have listened to me when I said I needed to work then-"

"I never heard any complaints out of you after we got started. Actually, the only thing I distinctly remember hearing from you was how bad you want m-", he began, challenging.

"SHHHH!" I silenced, placing my hands over his mouth. My body was hot and my face was definitely burning with embarrassment.

I felt like there was nothing I could say to deny his comments, as they were, most definitely, true.

All I could do was blush wildly and pray that nobody walks into the bathroom right now.

Feeling a wet and warm sensation on my palm, I retracted my hands, shocked, tired, a bit turned on. Not that I'll ever admit it. With a childish laugh, he leaned in close for the last time and kissed me sweetly on the cheek and walked out, leaving me a flustered mess by the sink, wondering why I how I will put up with him in the future.

The thought honestly brought a shy smile to my face, in which I hurriedly tried to wipe away to replace with a frown. I washed my face quickly in the sink and grabbed a paper towel to scrub away my grin, but it didn't leave. Giving up, I walked out of the bathroom with and got back to work.

okay, I don't know if I should regret writing this or not. This is the first time I've written something so fluffy and it makes me want to hide my face. I think Ritsu is super duper OOC but if he was really this way in the anime or manga, it would probably be a lot shorter.

And also, I was eating skittles while writing this and Lime is one of my favorites, so I shoved like 6 into my mouth and let me tell you what. My face contorted into probably several different faces of disgust. It was terrible and disgusting.

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