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“Maaaaan, it feels like it’s been forever since I’ve had one of these!” Reigen chimes with a high-pitched squeal as he stuffs his face with a Boston cream donut, tickled pink by the sweetness of the chocolate icing mixed with the smooth cream filling, judging by the squishy, lax cat-like smile spreading across his puffed up cheeks and the fervent way he chews with such conviction that you’d think he’s devoted his entire life to just this single pastry alone.
As you take a bite of your own donut, a glazed donut, you gleefully reply with a cross of your leg, “Oh, yeah? Well, I’m glad I got a box of them when I did then! I figured we deserved a little treat after today.”
Taking another massive bite of his donut, completely submerging the pastry into his mouth, cream filling and chocolate spilling over his upper lip, smothering the corners of his mouth, a few flecks of chocolate and cream here and there managing to dot his cheeks, Reigen wastes no time in sucking at his fingers and speaking despite his mouth being full, something that’s on the more gross side of things when anyone else does it, but for Reigen it’s strangely endearing. Between mouthfuls of cream, icing, donut and fingers, Reigen asks, “You’re clocked out, right?”
You blink. “I think so?” you say, uncertain.
You mull over it for a second, retracing your steps from the moment you came into the main room brandishing the box of donuts you stashed away in the cupboard of his massage room up until you’ve both seated yourselves in front of each other to dig into the pastries, your brows furrowing in deep concentration before at long last the memory manages to leech its way into the forefront of your mind, filling your vision with the paper you’d signed just a few minutes prior, right beneath his own. “Yep! I did. Why do you ask?”
Grinning from ear to ear, licking off and sucking the last remaining remnants of icing and cream from his fingers with an audible pop!, Reigen leans in close and taps the lid of the box, as if to further accentuate the warm and fuzzy feelings lacing his words. “I just wanted to say how much I appreciate you getting them,” he murmurs. “You didn’t have to do that, y’know, but I’m grateful all the same.”
You tilt your head to the side, confused. “What does that have anything to do with me being clocked out?”
Faintly, Reigen blushes, chuckling low and rumbly. “Nothing, really; well, kinda. I wanted to make sure you were clocked out before I flirted with you outright. After all, I care about keeping a professional atmosphere for my business intact while we’re working.”
Playfully, you roll your eyes, popping more of your donut into your mouth. ““Professional atmosphere”,” you repeat back to him teasingly. “Suuure~. I can definitely see how professional my boyf— boss is when he takes every opportunity to come bouncing around me like an excitable puppy just to get a good luck kiss before his next client comes in. Truly the epitome of a totally serious workplace.”
“Hey now,” Reigen retorts with a snap of his fingers. Although he’s trying to sound stern, his eyes glimmering with mirth give him away almost instantly. “You know as well as I do that only the greatest of psychics are able to use their powers to the fullest when they have a good luck charm to fuel their energy with; it just so happens that my way of harnessing my powers is through kisses from my partner.”
“And love is the most powerful weapon,” you concur.
Reigen’s eyes scrunch up, flipping the lid of the box back and snatching up another donut before pointing it in your direction triumphantly. “Hehe~. That’s my baby. When you’re right you’re right.” He doesn’t even hesitate when he shoves the powdered donut directly into his wide, gaping mouth, seeming to unhinge his jaw just to ensure he’s taking it all in with as little mess as possible as he chews loudly and visibly shivers, completely and utterly spellbound by the flavor coating his taste buds. Wagging a powdered finger at you, he adds quickly with a rough swallow, “Then again, I’d expect nothing less of the smartest person I know and love.”
God, he’s so cute, you think as you watch Reigen lick his thumb and index finger clean, unable to keep your eyes from straying to his messy cheeks and crumb-ridden lips.
Despite him being the cleanest person you know, maintaining an organized and tidy apartment, a spotless office, and a thoroughly kempt appearance to boot, the one messiest aspect about himself that you’ve come to grow accustomed to has to be his eating habits. You’ve never seen someone eat so ravenously, let alone make it known just how much he’s truly enjoying the food he’s consuming (he might as well be inhaling it, though, based on your personal observations) with the constant influx of pleased sounds that rattle through his chest and somehow always manage to squeeze past his food-stuffed cheeks to weave through your eardrums; and normally this would be an unpleasant experience for you to endure, if it wasn’t for Reigen being so enthusiastic and looking so adorable about it, like he’s never grown out of his youthful phase of eating messy. You’ve come to find that you’re more than okay with making an exception to that rule, if only for him.
Although the sight in and of itself is nothing short of coo-worthy, you’re positive Reigen doesn’t even realize how messy his face has really gotten in the past few minutes alone, especially with how much focus he’s been giving his fingers, cleaning them up from the knuckle up in comparison to his face. So, you figure it can’t hurt to help him out, if only a little; after all, you are off the clock, as Reigen had stated the conveniences of earlier, so you can get away with making an intimate gesture such as the one you’re committing to right now, picking up a few napkins from the coffee table set between the two of you (you owe him your life for moving it over here), leaning in as close as you’re able and brushing one napkin after the next over his donut-caked cheeks and mouth, much to his startled astonishment.
Eyes stretching wide like a deer caught in the headlights, cheeks flushing a considerable shade of pink even beneath all the icing, cream and powder smeared across his face, the tips of his ears flaring hotter than the tomatoes growing in his windowsill, Reigen raises his hands in mock defense, palms noticeably glistening with sweat and trembling, thick digits twitching, the once confident, charismatic smile playing at his lips now nothing more than a quivering line of nonsensical stuttering. “W- w- w- what are you…?” he starts but stops himself short, his Adam’s apple bobbing, eyes fluttering shut and lips puckering to the side as you scrub at his cheek.
“What am I going to do with you?” you muse with a heavy sigh and a soft smile, seeing one of his eyes tentatively peek open, as if he’s not supposed to be staring, and losing yourself in the pool of warmth swirling in just a single dark brown iris alone. Taking one last napkin to the other side of his face to wipe away the last remnants of donut still desperately clinging to his skin, you give way to the gentle cooing resonating through your vocal cords, “You’re already handsome— you know that as well as I do— but I think you’re missing another pretty important aspect of what makes you so attractive… and that’s how much of a cutie you are~.”
It doesn’t even register to you until the shock and flusteredness washes over Reigen’s demeanor that your words are echoing the sentiment he’s previously conveyed: that your “flirting game” technically (though not really, considering the flirting goes on even without the specific condition he’s outlined) starts the moment you both clock out, and that you’re the first to pull the trigger on the flirting gun.
It becomes even more apparent that you’ve basically detonated a bomb when he bites the bullet and takes you up on your unintentional “challenge,” taking a moment to sit back and reflect on the affectionate gesture, brushing fingertips against each cheek like he can’t believe how silky smooth you’ve left his skin, running them along his lips and chin for good measure, tapping subtly at his bottom lip and drawing in a deep breath, as if to placate himself, before turning glinting chestnut eyes your way. Even though he looks as serious as can be, you can practically feel the ghost of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he murmurs, “You’re pretty cute yourself, y’know.”
Reigen all but steals the oxygen from your lungs when he leans in close himself, so close that he’s practically within kissing distance, and raises a thumb, swiping the corner of your mouth with a single slow, methodical flick of the wrist. When his eyes meet yours you feel your heartbeat skyrocket and when he speaks in that low, low voice of his you’re thoroughly convinced that you’re about to turn into a puddle in your chair. “Come on~. You can’t expect me to be the only cute one here,” he rasps with a smirk that emits the slightest hint of cockiness amid the warmth that floods his features. His brows wiggle. “You’ve got a little something on your face, too, sweetheart~.”
You’re about to retort with something, anything to try and prove to him that he hasn’t at all caught you off guard with how quickly he’s recovered and how smooth he’s being, but as the beginnings of your counter-argument readies itself at the tip of your tongue, the words crumble and fall from gasping lips just as fast, for without hesitation Reigen brings his thumb to his mouth, twists it around and swipes his tongue along its glazed-covered surface with a satisfied, “Mm-mmm~.” Within seconds you know you’ve already lost, feeling your face turn beet red as you hide away in the palms of your hands with deafening defeat.
In spite of the fact that he’s clearly the victor, in spite of the fact that you’re too sheepish to even look up at him, Reigen still insists on being teasing, feeling the fullness of his lips leaving a long, tender kiss against your knuckles as he chimes lightheartedly, “Uh oh~. I think I broke the love of my life by mistake. Would you care for a professional psychic evaluation? I promise, I’ll take good care of you~.” You hear the fabric of his suit rustle as he shrugs nonchalantly, and you can feel the toothy, lopsided grin spreading across his face as it threads itself into his soft but upbeat tone of voice. “Can’t go wrong with a free consultation.”
The only response you can muster is a breathless, squeaky, “You’re awful…~!” followed by a light kick of your foot into his shin.
Reigen chuckles so deep that it’s next to impossible not to feel your whole body vibrate with the reverberations of it as he gently pulls your hands away from your face to give you an even better kiss against your lips, drawing loose, soothing circles into the palms of your hands, curling your fingers around the backs of his own massive hands in turn. “That’s why we make such a great team. Your brains and cuteness balances out how awful I am when I’m at my cockiest, trying to sweep you off your feet in the middle of my own office~.”
“... Swept you off your feet first without even trying to,” you mumble.
Between noisy lip smacks and fiddling with your earlobe, Reigen tugs at your bottom lip, whispering against your skin, “Okay, okay… You got me there. But if I’m supposed to be the real loser here then why does losing taste so sweet?”