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Her heels clicked rhythmically against the polished tile of the Anonymous' headquarters. Her gaze was sharp and focused— a burning fire in her eyes that never went unnoticed by whoever looked into them. As she walked through the hallways she gave all the people who bowed their head respectfully a smile in return, waving her hand just a bit in greeting.
"Awh, sweetheart, why don't you look at me like that?"
That smile was wiped off immediately.
Y/n sighed and reverted back to the sharp and unfazed glare. "Don't call me sweetheart, Specs," She said simply, slightly hurrying her steps. Her fists were clenched by her sides as she moved swiftly, almost like a cat.
Specs grinned underneath his gear and used her shoulder as an armrest. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye with such a strong glare he almost considered backing off. Almost.
"Kitty it is, then."
"God you're so lucky Anon is my boss, I would've pummeled you already if he didn't ask for you," Y/n shook her head and stopped at a pair of elevators. She pressed the button for up and waited with her hands behind her back.
Specs just hummed, further wrapping his arm around the shorter girl's shoulder. She slapped his hand away and made some distance between them.
"Could you stop treating me like a comrade? It's aggravating," The elevator dinged and opened, revealing a complete glass elevator that showed what was going on on the floors below.
He leaned against the side of the elevator and crossed his arms. "We will be comrades soon, though. Just you wait and see."
"You don't even know my last name," She shot back.
"Isn't that like... the whole point?" He tilted his head. "This is Anonymous' headquarters.. I thought no one truly knew who's who." She could hear the smirk in this voice and she clenched her teeth together to keep herself from sass-mouthing. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and avoided his gaze.
"Yes, but- whatever. Just stop acting so smart for one second, goddamn," She mumbled the last part and pinched the bridge of her nose in exasperation. She only knew this guy for five minutes and he was already getting under her skin. His cockiness, his vibe, everything about him just got on her nerves. How he was so carefree about his words as if they wouldn't have any consequences. Every. Single. Thing.
"Whatever you say, Kitty," He murmured into her ear.
She was so lost in her disliking for him that she didn't realize he had came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She nearly leaped out of her skin, just barely holding back the scream once she realized it was him.
He chuckled lowly and pulled her body into his chest. Specs rested his head on top of hers and tightened his hold around her waist.
"Mm," He hummed. "I know you're enjoying this, Kitten. How touch starved are you?" Specs gave a hefty laugh and moved his hands so that they were holding her sides now. He ran his hands up and down the sides of her body, grinning at the shiver in response.
"Let fucking go of me, you pervert," She pulled away immediately and flattened out her uniform for it to be more presentable for her boss. It was just a simple pencil skirt, button up blouse tucked into it and some black heels. Something so simple was somehow so.. lewd. The way the outfit hugged her body a bit too tightly— pretty much everyone at the organization knew her uniform was one size too small for her. But she didn't mind.
A smile spread across her face as the elevator came to a stop at the highest floor of the building. "Follow me," Y/n said, already walking ahead. It wasn't too hard for Specs to catch up.
After a bit of silent walking after Specs teased the living daylights out of her for her flustered state, the pair finally reached a pair of large doors.
With near no hesitation, she opened the doors and was greeted with the Anonymous leader standing at the window and looking out at the city below.
"Anon," She called, gaining the man's attention. "Specs is here."
Specs walked into the large, modern office room and did his best not to look around in awe. The theme of the room was only black and white but it was so elegant. The walls were painted a deep color and as contrast to that, most of the furniture was white. A white sofa, white chairs, white everything. Breathtaking, the sight was.
Anon set his glass down on his office table and moved his mask to the side, just showing the bottom half of his face. He smiled warmly and motioned to the seats.
"Welcome, Specs. Shall we start?"
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