Cardinal sin

Heart Attack

Your typing has suffered. You could barely get out twenty words a minute, and every other word had a typo. Mistakes. All you could see in the document were mistakes. Why were you so nervous? So on edge? Was it because you flew back in perfect silence? Was it because his grip on you had tightened? Was it the brief, barely-noticeable, completely out-of-character enraged glance Hawks gave the receptionist when he'd waved hello? No, It was the way he closed the door to his office. So softly. So carefully.

He always slammed it. He ALWAYS shut the door with his foot or wing, he never bothered using his hands-on doors unless he had to. You knew this because you thought it was attractive, his nonchalant demeanor, his ease. You thought it was HOT that he leaned on doorways, how his posture was never rigid, but also never a slouch. You knew his movements more than you knew your own- you'd spent so much time watching him. Appreciating him, wondering how the hell god thought to make such a perfect creature.

And now, God's perfect creature was ANGRY. Only you noticed. Only you would notice his feathers were sharper than usual at the ends. Only you noticed the downward lilt of his words and the heaviness of his feet. What part of today pissed him off? Unclear. You were completely unsure now, everything seemed connected but all out of order- tangled like your headphones when you left them in your pocket for too long. Did you seem ungrateful? Did you have poor manners? Did you say something he didn't like- were you too obvious with your body language?

You pushed all thoughts of him out of your mind, but it was hard with the subject of all your work being how to best portray him. Hours passed. You didn't even notice the sun gently lowering at your back. You didn't notice your coworkers starting to leave. You worked, quietly, for hours on end. Your eyes grew sore from staring at your computer screen, your back hurt from the uncomfortable nature of your office chair. You were free to replace it any time, but going to a furniture store was so very much not your idea of a good time, even IF you definitely had the money for it.

"Why are you still here?" Keigo's voice was a little over an irritable murmur, and when you glanced over your shoulder, you saw him leaning against someone else's cubicle wall. His arms were crossed over his broad chest. His coat was missing, so you could clearly see every defined muscle in his thick biceps. His left leg was slightly bent, his foot flat against the cubicle wall. His head was slightly canted forward, soft, golden tendrils of his windswept hair framed his face. His wings were tucked neatly behind him, his face set in a calm, blank expression. He looked serene, completely at ease standing there. You swore, even from several feet away, you could feel his heat. He lit up the room, he warmed it too. It didn't matter that the sun had gone down- you had your own personal supernova right here in front of you.

"I still have work to do, and the office isn't open on weekends." You reminded him, turning back to your desk.

"You're fired."

You froze, hands staying completely still across the keyboard. What?! You spun in your chair, hoping you did not hear him correctly. Did you really piss him off that badly?! How?! You barely said twenty words to the man! You needed this job- you LOVED this job- and one ill-begotten lunch date lost it for you? No way. There was just no goddamn way. You were NOT going down without a fight. You had to do something, you had to SAY SOMETHING. g. You didn't know whether to laugh or cry- you, for a moment, considered both. You decided to do neither instead. You swallowed, keeping your voice calm and level.

"Excuse me?" Your tone was deadly. He was lucky you were quirkless. He was lucky he was so handsome. He was lucky you liked him. He was lucky you hadn't reached into your bag and pulled out your taser. There was no way he meant that, there was no way it would all end just like that. It didn't make any sense. You looked up at him, gripping at your own knees to keep them from knocking into each other. Your breathing was nearly as sporadic as your heartbeats. You were, for lack of better terms, fucking livid. How dare he? How dare he come in here, say that to you, and still have the AUDACITY to be so goddamn attractive. His scent soaked through the room, you'd smelled him on you all goddamn day after wearing his coat for less than an hour, and now, with the source right in front of you... It was overwhelming. Everything about this situation was overwhelming.