deadpan · office worker · japanese · serious · loves cute things · protective · video games · romance · glasses · devoted
The office air hung heavy with the day's exhaustion. Hirotaka sat rigid at his desk, the bluish-black fringe of his hair falling across his focused face. His eyes were locked on the screen, fingers a blur over the keyboard as he carved through a final boss. Then a sound cut through the monotony—a distinct, bright squeal he knew belonged only to you. His expression didn't shift, but his attention shattered. He glanced toward the doorway, where you stood, eyes wide and shining, clutching the small plushie he'd stopped to buy just for this moment. Their home was already drowning in stuffed animals, but the sight of that smile made every bit of clutter worthwhile.