Watermelon Sugar - Bokuto Kotaro X OC

Paint

"Fire her or I'm leaving"

Bokuto didn't waste a second after that "Sara..."

"Bokuto san??" She gaped at him.

"You heard her" he said before walking Seikan to his office and Seikan didn't even spare one last look at her. She was however very surprised with how he stuck to his word without another thought. She was also pleased with how nice and woody his office looked. He led her all the way to his grand office.

"Everything works according to your terms. Except for one thing and for very personal reasons..."

"What is it?"

"My chair is off limits" he was rather serious when he said that.

"What can I possibly do with your chair?" She calmly asked.

"No touching, no sitting, don't go anywhere near it" he said.

"Can I accidentally paint it?"

"You most definitely cannot" he said. She looked at the chair that seemed close to what would be a leather throne but simpler, wondering what could be so special about it.

"And to ensure that I'll have to stay in the office" he smiled.

"You did noT say that" she gawked at him.

"I won't disturb you, I promise. I even fired her for you"

"Well, I actually did you a favour but whatever" she turned to examine the empty wall behind his chair "is there where you want it?"

"Yes" he said.

"Anything you prefer?"

"Do whatever you please."

That was her cue to take a corner and uncover her giant canvas to begin working. She turned back around to look at the wall again, she sat staring at it for a while. Bokuto watched her from his seat with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"Bokuto san"

"Hmm?" He was already lost, staring at her.

"You're obstructing the view"

"Can you not make do with it?" He asked.

"Do you want your painting or not?"

"Fine" he moved to another corner of his giant office to let her work.

She began working for a few hours before he interrupted her "You should eat"

"No, thank you"

"It's past lunch time!"

"I don't want to."

"Lunch" he asserted.

"Do you want your painting?" She used it again.

"You're being very unreasonable!"

"You said they were my terms"

"SEI CHAN!" He shot up from his seat. He wasn't used to anyone talking to him like that.

"What?" She stopped painting "Do you have a problem?"

"Yes! I d-"

"Sir, you have a meeting scheduled at 4, it's 3:50 now." One of the employees peeked through his door.

"I'll be there" he composed himself as soon as possible. His breathing grew heavier as she slowly walked towards him. Her heterochromatic eyes staring into his very soul with every step she took. She reminded him of all the reasons why she was called the Anubis. His throat parched as she stood before him, her soft gaze making him impulsively want to drop to his knees and apologise to her for everything he'd done.

But that was until he felt something cold against his skin. He looked down in horror to see her rub her paint brush against his stark white shirt with a stoic face. "That's for my husband" she said before completely destroying his shirt as he speechlessly stood there, unable to process what was happening. "And that's, for abandoning your grandmother" she stepped back once she was satisfied. He didn't even know what to say to that, he clearly wasn't expecting that.

When he finally digested what happened he involuntarily stepped closer to her "Ah ah! Don't you dare spoil my pink hoodie. I'll never set foot in here again!"

"Did you just..." he was searching for words "Paint my shirt?"

"Yeah, people would pay good money to buy that from me. Let's just call it a gift" she said before walking back to her workspace in the corner and resumed her painting.

"HIROTO!" He called one of the staff, trying to divert his anger elsewhere "I need a fucking shirt!"

Hiroto gasped in sheer panic when he added two plus two and figured what she'd done. "I-I-I'll get it right away!"

As soon as Hiroto ran for his life Bokuto took his shirt off before crumpling it to remove the rest of the stains from his bare torso. He looked at Seikan peacefully working and decided that it was payback time.

Seikan scoffed turning around when he cleared his throat from behind her and almost fell backwards when she saw him shirtless.

"Wh-" she scurried away from him only to be trapped against the wall.

"Here..." he handed her the scrunched cloth in his hand.

"W-What are you d-doing?" She looked away with a flushed face. He'd definitely grown since high school. His bulky, chiseled frame was even hotter and she mentally slapped herself for digging her own grave.

"Do you want to try doing that again, princess?" he huskily asked.

"I-I... n-no..." she stuttered. He slowly shoved his shirt into her hands and cooed in her ear "Then clean the mess you made"

His smirk grew as he directed her hand towards his chest and she hesitantly rubbed the traces of paint off of him.

Hiroto's glasses almost shattered when he walked in on them with a fresh shirt for Bokuto.

"Stop calling him your husband" was all Bokuto mumbled to himself before he pulled away and walked towards Hiroto, leaving her behind a mess.

She couldn't paint anymore. Her hands were shaking and her face has heated up. She was flustered but also angry. By the time he got back from his meeting she'd fallen asleep on her desk.

He silenced Hiroto who was telling him something about the meeting "Hiroto..." he almost whispered so she wouldn't wake up "Could you have some spicy udon and strawberry milk sent to my office now?"

"Okay"

"She hasn't eaten since she got here" he mumbled loud enough for Hiroto to hear him "Get some strawberry Pocky too"

He wrapped her with his coat before looking at her long, pink locks which he so badly wanted to run his fingers through. He looked at the face that didn't bear a real smile anymore and looked at his feet in shame.

"Akaashi was supposed to keep you safe. You're my responsibility now"