Asahi Shimbun 朝日新聞 ⋮ Nanami Kento

Chapter 14

"I'll race ya."

Geto's voice was nothing but a soft, discernible mumble from just outside the door of the break room.

"Race?" You step into the room. Another cup of coffee sounded like a great idea.

The two men turn their attention to you and neither expecting your presence to suddenly appear unexpectedly. They were hoping you didn't catch on to the bits before Geto's last sentence.

"What race?" You ask again because none of them spoke.

There's a sense of uneasiness that they held and you could see it in their expressions. Your smile falters once your eyes reached theirs and now you're wishing you didn't step into this room. The air is thick with tension and you could feel it; it's heavy. It felt as if they had been arguing about something. Your eyes go off to the side somewhere, just for a second, before your gaze falls onto the two again. They still appear somewhat perturbed, like they had been caught doing something they shouldn't have been doing.

"Uh...am I interrupting something?" Your arms come up to hug yourself. You look away again. It's awkward, "....I can come back later?"

Geto relaxes and you could see it from the way his shoulders fell slightly to a more lazy posture. He's certain you hadn't heard anything else, "There's no need to. You're fine."

Gojo slouches a couple steps behind his friend and he buries his hands into his pockets. The guy remains quiet.

"Hate to be that person, but...." You jerk your head towards the analog clock ticking quietly somewhere on the wall above. You remind them that it's almost time to return to work, "....lunch hours just about up."

"Of course." Geto's eyes go up to check the time then he returns his attention to you. The man takes a couple steps forward until he's standing in front of you. His hand finds the side of your face and his thumb caress's your cheek slowly. He then runs his fingers down until they stop at your chin. It's a subliminal message to his friend, "Time sure flies when we're having fun, huh?"

You watch Geto smiling down at you from his height and his touch is so, so gentle. The man's sudden intimacy in the presence of someone else rendered you speechless. It's not something you expected from him. But you manage a word, "Yeah...."

You see him look over his shoulder to Gojo briefly before he drops his hand back down. You didn't see this but Geto had taunted the white-haired man with a simple wink. Little did Geto know, this wink of his will inspire Gojo beyond reasoning. He accepts his challenge. Gojo always had a way to comeback, twice as good (and not just in matters of sex).

Geto leaves to his cubicle.

Gojo now watches you stretch and yawn the tired away and when your eyes reopen, you find the man giving you a slow once-over. It must be the damn skirt. You remind him once more and your voice is teasing, "You can look, but you can't touch."

You make your way to the counter for another cup of coffee. The day felt long and endless. It didn't help that you had such a big, heavy lunch also. A mid-afternoon pick-me-up is much needed. 

The man smirks and arches a brow at you. Such a tease. If you're willing to flirt with him now he's not going to let this pass him by. He follows you and leans against the counter. He coos, "You didn't seem to mind when I was touching you just the other night.~"

And then you follow his gaze to the table where he had you—all of you. Your face tingles and the heat creeping up from your neck was about to make you break out in a light sweat. You turn forward again and shake the thoughts of his touch away, "I was in a mood. Lucky you."