𝙾𝚛𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚌 || 𝚄𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚗: 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 || 𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚒 𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚇 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝟶 | 𝚂𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝙱𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚜

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Y/n L/n trudged across the room, her black Coach pumps clicking against the mansion's pristine wooden floor. As Kenji Sato's (human) assistant, she ensured that the house held no spec of dust nor a single scuff on the walls. "Mina, report to Ichimiya san, cancel his interview." Her firm voice echoed throughout the mansion.

"Yes, Y/n." Mina, the artificial intelligence robot, kept a close distance as she floated with the woman. "A reminder there is a press conference in an hour."

"Thank you." She lightly smiled at the cylinder bot as she halted precisely fifteen away from him, a calculated distance. "Mr. Sato—"

"Y/n, please, we've gone through this. It's Kenji. Ken. Anything but Sato." He breathed out. The display of his effortless athleticism and his muscular frame's perfect synchronization with the rope's rhythm utterly fascinated her. His movements slowly ceased, and the rope lifelessly dangled from his sweat-drenched hands. He took a step back, his stare locking with hers. A flicker of amusement and vulnerability fractured his hardened gaze. A grin cracked through his frown as he beelined directly to her.

Fifteen feet became ten, five, three—

Her rigid gaze was firm as she extended her hand, politely declining the decrease in the gap he urged her to close. "Please, Mr. Kenji. Distance." She held her hand up, politely declining the closing distance. Her nose crinkled as the scent of his sweat traveled into her sense of smell. "Please take a shower... please."

Kenji's mouth slightly gaped as he slowly slid his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose, eyes intently locking. His blue gunmetal eyes previously concealed behind the blue tint of the lenses, were now distinguisably amused. "You're still coming with me, right?" He sauntered past her, approaching the kitchen. Kenji always moved with intention, even his muscles rippled beneath his black shirt as he downed chilled water.

"Would there be a reason not to?" She furrowed her brows, lacing her fingers behind her back as she felt the coarseness of her skin against her knuckles, grounding her in the moment. His attention slipped to Y/n as her bust was accentuated by the button-up blouse stretching across her chest.

Kenji only shrugged with a light smirk, setting down the glass. "Eh, just making sure you don't bail."

"I'd never." She firmly nodded.

The man pursed his lips, shaking his head before he broke out into a grin. "Alright! I'll take a shower because my favorite human assistant wants me to." He slid around the counter, smothering a sweaty kiss against her cheek. "Mina, send a reminder to my watch." The feeling of his hands gripping the sides of her arms made every muscle tense.

"Of course." Mina trailed off watching Kenji stroll down to his bedroom to wash up. "When's the wedding?" Her blunt joke broke the silence.

Y/n shook out of her trance, rolling her eyes. "Suck on bolts, Mina." She playfully tapped the bot walking towards the bedroom to lay out his motorcycle jacket and helmet.

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Really short, ik, but i wanted to get this out. i'll edit later maybe

Xo, Bel♡