[ It takes her a full minute to process his response. It also takes her full self-control to not chuck the bowl of ice at his head upon processing. She votes against it, not wanting any accidents on her desk where her work currently sits, all of which are paper. Instead she simply rolls her eyes, moving her chair to sit back down.
Except Usui isn't going to allow her that, pulling her close even before she herself can move. She tries to pull back but she soon stops.
Because if there's one thing Misaki hates more than Igarashi's smug face, it's showing weakness to anyone. And this entire situation that she's found herself in — Usui with ice — is exactly that, a realization that hits her harder than a brick. She's shown weakness, buckling under the weight of work in uncomfortable conditions when she's worked in worse. And what ticks her off even more is the fact that Usui noticed it despite her composure and is now pointing it out to her. Out of concern, obviously, but she's never been good at accepting concern from other people.
So she's going to deny it anyway. And keep trudging on like the responsible president that she is. It isn't so different from what she usually does after all. ]
I wasn't zoning out — [ She presses a hand over her mouth when he blows cold air on her ear again, muffling an almost cry. She hates that it's another weakness of hers, and he's clearly taking advantage of it. But it's also a good idea that she did, people suddenly passing by the door of the office. Her gaze darts to the door, almost expecting someone to suddenly burst in and find the two of them in that questionable state.
But nothing happens and soon the laughter and the footsteps fade. And she's left with Usui, his ice and a quick pulse. And a very red face, thankfully hidden by her hair. ]
No, you won't. You've distracted me enough. [ Misaki mutters, prying his fingers from her waist. ] And I'm feeling even warmer standing like this.
[ Probably worded badly and she's going to regret it in a while. But then she is, and it isn't just because of the air. ]
no subject
Except Usui isn't going to allow her that, pulling her close even before she herself can move. She tries to pull back but she soon stops.
Because if there's one thing Misaki hates more than Igarashi's smug face, it's showing weakness to anyone. And this entire situation that she's found herself in — Usui with ice — is exactly that, a realization that hits her harder than a brick. She's shown weakness, buckling under the weight of work in uncomfortable conditions when she's worked in worse. And what ticks her off even more is the fact that Usui noticed it despite her composure and is now pointing it out to her. Out of concern, obviously, but she's never been good at accepting concern from other people.
So she's going to deny it anyway. And keep trudging on like the responsible president that she is. It isn't so different from what she usually does after all. ]
I wasn't zoning out — [ She presses a hand over her mouth when he blows cold air on her ear again, muffling an almost cry. She hates that it's another weakness of hers, and he's clearly taking advantage of it. But it's also a good idea that she did, people suddenly passing by the door of the office. Her gaze darts to the door, almost expecting someone to suddenly burst in and find the two of them in that questionable state.
But nothing happens and soon the laughter and the footsteps fade. And she's left with Usui, his ice and a quick pulse. And a very red face, thankfully hidden by her hair. ]
No, you won't. You've distracted me enough. [ Misaki mutters, prying his fingers from her waist. ] And I'm feeling even warmer standing like this.
[ Probably worded badly and she's going to regret it in a while. But then she is, and it isn't just because of the air. ]