𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚

Oops

Saturday mornings were great since you got to sleep in a bit. That was until someone decided to disrupt you from your dream. You hastily pulled your phone from the dresser taking note that it was 10 am. Who the hell was calling you so early? You carefully picked up,

"Hello?"

"(Y/n)?"

Your heart began to race in the realization that it was Yami. You mentally apologized to him as you sounded disgusting in the mornings,

"Hey, did you need anything?"

"Yes. I was actually hoping if you could help me in my office. I know it's a Saturday but-"

Before he could finish, you cut him off,

"Sure!"

You heard a husky chuckle as you ran around to get ready. Helping Yami was never an issue. You loved spending time with him. You wished he could say the same for you though,

"Do you want me to pick you up?"

You pulled the phone back to your ear,

"No, it's fine. Will you be in your office?"

"Yes"

"Alrighty I'll see you in a bit, bye bye"

Yami happily hung up. He was glad you were coming. He's been wanting to spend more time with you. It seemed he couldn't hold himself back from you sometimes. He craved to feel your arms around him. To feel your lips against his. Yami quickly dissipated the thoughts. He flushed thinking of the things he wanted to do to you. He softly shook his head, realizing how inappropriate it was to think of you that way. A sudden knock had him fixing his posture,

"Come in"

You opened the door to see the man with the beautiful eyes. Yami smirked at you before grabbing the bins beside him and putting them on his desk,

"So.... what do you need help with?"

He slid a bin over,

"I hoping you could help me organize my office"

You looked around, uneasy. His office looked totally fine and it was super clean!

Almost as if Yami knew what you were thinking, he spoke,

"I actually need to stack these bins on top of those back shelves, are you okay with that?"

You nodded in confirmation,

"Yep, that's fine"

Yami quickly explained where they would go before you walked over to stack them in neat piles. For the next hour, that's all you did until you struggled. There was a specific area you couldn't reach so you kept jumping in an attempt to place the bin. Suddenly, you felt two hands guide your own from behind you. A warm husky tone whispered softly in your ear,

"Do you need any help (y/n)?"

The voice sounded seductive. He was teasing you, and you felt like a helpless fish out of its bowl. You swallowed thickly before nodding. Yami carefully slid the bin back into its place. The feeling of his chest against your back, made you feel delirious. Just as quickly as it happened, he pulled away. 'What the hell?' Yami headed back to his desk and began organizing files. Although you couldn't see it, a small smirk was present on his lips. He couldn't help himself when you wore a white tank top with shorts that curved nicely around your hips.