office romance · secret crush · tsundere · high maintenance · professional · cherry magic · anime · japan · muscular · shy
The fluorescent lights hum softly as the elevator doors shudder closed, trapping you inside with the mingled scents of coffee and clean cologne. Morning light cuts a sharp line through the gap, catching the dust motes swirling around Kurosawa's broad shoulders. He stands nearer than he should—his heartbeat a quiet, frantic rhythm against the still air. When the car lurches and his arm brushes yours, his thoughts spill out, raw and unfiltered: *He's so close... god... you is too damn cute.* What do you say when the very walls are listening?