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Whatcha Doing in this Darkness, Baby? By KingSirahk

Yeah, I found God and he was absolutely...nothing like me...

Asami stares at the seemingly endless amount of paperwork that Kirishima left on his desk after their brief meeting of going over his schedule for the day. He has an hour or so before the weekly managers meeting starts. It's just...he's not feeling motivated enough to be at the office despite all the things he needs do today. It's unusual for him to feel so restless as Asami is a renown workaholic. He throws himself into his work and Kirishima usually has to drag him out of the office. But today, his mind is strangely more focused on counting down the hours until he can leave so he can go back to home and go to bed.

Of course, it isn't sleep that he is craving. It's what would be waiting for him when he returns- a tuft of dirty blond hair, nearly buried under the new summer comforter that was recently purchased; a soft robin egg blue that Akihito fell in love with but claims that he got it for Asami's birthday. It is now the cheapest thing that he "owns" but he secretly loves it. And Akihito, who would be sleep-warm and pliant, would only make the softest of grumbles as Asami curls up close to him and wraps his arms around his waist and he could sneak a few kisses on his neck and cheek...

The sudden ringing of the telephone startles Asami out of his daydream. He picks up the phone, knowing that it's Kirishima on the other end, "Yes?"

"Sir, Takaba-kun is here to see you." Kirishima can barely conceal the disappointment from his voice. Well, this certainly is a surprise, Asami thought. Suddenly the long night ahead didn't seem so daunting.

"Alright, let him in." He says, pleased and moves the stack of papers out of the way. He leans back comfortably in his plush office chair. He will get to them later. Probably.

"Very well, sir." Kirishima sighs. Asami knew he shouldn't annoy Kirishima too much because he could always get back at Asami in various ways, like more paperwork or meetings with obnoxious clients. Kirishima often has Asami's life in his hands. He's lucky that he never takes advantage of that power. As he disconnects the call, Asami thinks that it's probably time to give Kirishima a raise but as the door opens and Akihito steps into his office, all thoughts of Kirishima fade away.

Asami's eyes travel admiringly down the young man's body. He's wearing a gray unzipped hoodie with a faded and well-worn blue t-shirt that Asami is sure Akihito has owned since junior high, a familiar pair of black joggers, and the sneakers that Asami bought him for his birthday. His camera bag slung over his shoulder, one hand on the strap and another in his hoodie's pocket. Although his boy still dresses like a college student going to class, Asami always thought that it suited him more than the three-piece suits that he occasionally forces Akihito to wear to events or dinners.

Though the real joy of forcing Akihito to wear the suits was peeling him out them later.

While his outfit spoke of relaxation and comfort, Akihito's body language speaks an entirely different story as he walks towards the desk. His shoulders are visibly tense and his back is straight, his hand is clenching the strap of his bag. Akihito stops walking as soon as he reaches the middle of the room as if he is trying to put space between himself and Asami. He looks uncomfortable and unsure of himself and as Asami focuses on the apparent distress on his face, he realizes that Akihito's sudden arrival isn't a social call.

"Akihito." Asami greets him and waits for him to speak.

Akihito takes in a deep breath and releases a shaky exhale. "Asami, there's something I need to talk to you about." He says like he has been rehearsing the sentence over in his head. He looks directly at Asami, where determination and fear are clear in his eyes.

Asami says nothing and tries to ignore the feeling of uncertainty creeping up into his chest. For a moment, Akihito says nothing; either because he is trying to find his words or the courage to say them. But Akihito is everything but a coward and soon finds the strength to speak. "Do you remember when I went looking for the source of the article about Sudo and his deal with the councilman?" He asks, his voice barely shaking.