𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 ❥︎ 𝐠𝐢𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

"Y/N PLEASEEEEEE," Mitsuri begged.

"I can try, but he might be a bit reluctant,"

"It won't be the same without you guys!"

You tapped your lips in thought.

A week in a lake house with your boyfriend and best friend sounded divine.

"Okay, I'll ask him." You finally agreed.

"YAY," she squealed, throwing her arms around you.

-

And so that's what you spent your lunch break doing.

You were a regular guest in his office...for multiple reasons, so it wasn't that unexpected when you turned up.

"Heyyyyyy Giyuu," you spoke, knocking on the open door of his.

"Hey, beautiful. Everything okay?"

You smiled. "Everything is fine. I just wanted to ask you something,"

He closed his laptop and gestured for you to continue.

"So Tengen has invited me and Mitsuri and that lot to his lakehouse for a week, and she and I reallyyyy want you to come. And I honestly think it could be a lot of fun."

"A week?"

You nodded. "Just a week."

Giyuu's lips twitched. "It sounds tempting, but I'm not sure if the company would manage."

You folded your arms. "You have a giant team of very competent people working for you, I'm sure they can manage without you for a week."

He leaned forward, chin resting in hand as he studied you.

"Okay." he agreed. "I'll make it work."

You grinned and hugged him tight.

"You're welcome," he said, lips brushing your knuckles.

"What are you doing now?" you asked.

"I have a couple of meetings that I plan to say nothing in."

You chuckled. "I can't think of a single meeting where you've said more than 3 words."

"It's a skill." he said, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

"A talent even. Maybe you should surprise them one day and say a full sentence."

He shook his head. "I'd rather not. Most of the meetings I get roped in to are utterly useless. It would be a waste of my voice."

"Your voice is pretty."

He cocked his head to the side. "Pretty?"

"Yes, your voice is very pretty."

His hands found you waist, and he pulled you close, his gaze softened, and his eyes began to wander.

"Lock the door." he spoke.

Your breath caught at his words, and you stepped back, locking the door with a soft click.

He had taken off his blazer, leaving him in just his shirt.

The sleeves were rolled up, and he had unbuttoned the first few top buttons.

Before you could react, he pulled you closer, hands firm on your waist. He kissed you slowly and deliberate and soon, his hands were sliding up your back and into your hair, and everything around you was blurring, disappearing.

The scent of perfume lingered in the room, and when he pulled away, his breath was slightly ragged.

His lips found your neck, and they were soft, so soft. And your hands slid under his shirt and onto his chest where you could feel the steadiness of his heartbeat.