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Since you've appeared in the Slat and made your way towards the Crows' hearts, you always did that thing.
Every time when Kaz leaves his documents in his office in the Crow Club to finish his paperwork later, he finds them laying in different order. Different order from his own. Even if it means, that they are sorted into groups instead of being scattered all over the desk.
Every single day Brekker sees the same thing, and every time he knows, that it is you. Annoying you doing annoying things in his office while he can't see.
Once he comes in the room, he finds you sitting in the chair next to his desk. Well, you don't even run from your crime scene after all.
– For how many times have I told you not to move anything on my table?
You lazily raise your head, tearing your gaze from the book on your lap.
– Every time, actually. I stopped counting, - after watching him trying to reorganize what you've done, you roll your eyes. – Come on, Kaz! You'll find your things faster, if I just continue to do them.
– I was doing fine without your organizing, Y/N. And I had every thing on its place.
– And guess why?
You arch your brow speaking about the obvious, than only makes Brekker angrier. Not to drive him mad more, you decide to continue with your book.
But every five minutes nervous rustling from the table side and quiet swearing draw your attention.
You cast a glance to him. It was an early evening, and sun rays coming through the window on the opposite wall light up the desk along with its owner.
Kaz is in hurry, and his hair is a bit disheveled with strands falling down on his face gracefully. You can watch him for hours.
– What are you looking for, Kaz?
– Nothing, - you want to punch him for being so grumpy and angry with you. Everything was fine until this moment.
– Can I help you to find-
– You've already helped!
– Saints, Kaz, stop shouting at me.
You two argue a lot, but every time it ends up with you trying to calm him down. Because if you don't stop the war, it will become a disaster named after Kaz Brekker.
You are his best friend and even with your unrequited feelings towards him, you still want the best for the man.
– Then maybe you should work more and stop messing around here? - you can't be truly angry with him, knowing he tells is out of rage.
– Keeping your desk organized helps to keep it all in you head. In order. Everything is connected, - you are still looking at him with that silky gaze. –Things. Mind. Body.
– Mind. Business.
– You are my business, Kaz.
He falls silent, but you know that his blood is literally boiling inside of his veins. His jaw is clenched tightly and he goes on speaking with you through greeted teeth.
– Just...leave me.
Saints, he can be so stubborn sometimes! You turn to go away, looking over your shoulder at the doorway. Kaz still tries to find something, turning everything on his desk upside down.
Now with all of your attempts to keep this place clean rapidly falling down, you just shake your head and finally leave him.
If this man can pretend he will be better without you, so be it.
The second day in a row you spend in Nina's favourite bakery. The second day in a row you don't come to the Slat or the Crow club. Forty eight hours have passed since the moment when you saw Kaz.
But don't see doesn't mean don't communicate.
'Where is the contract with the merchant about that painting?'
'Did you see my letter to the appraiser?'
'Where did you put my maps?'
In your first day you lost count of small notes, that Kaz sent with his messenger to you. You always answered the same moment and sent the boy back.
Every time Brekker asked if you saw one or another document of his. Today is the second day, and you finally stop doing it. After all he asked you to leave him. That is the exact thing, that you are going to do for the next days.
Finally in the evening you leave the bakery, making your way to one of your friends' house, where you currently stay in.
When the early night falls on Ketterdam you are almost there, when someone's steps behind you make you halt on the spot.
You won't be a member of the Dregs, if don't catch another sound except of these steps. A barely audible clicking. A cane clicking.
You sigh tiredly and turn around facing Kaz in front of you. In the flesh. You just throw your arms up in annoyance.
– Should I help you to find another-
– Come back.
His voice is tired, but firm. And you can say he's serious like never before. You are just staying on your place without a single move towards him. Instead he comes closer himself.
– Come back to the Slat, Y/N.
– Why? To do the work you don't appreciate? Or to argue with you every single day?
He lowers his glance on a moment, and you can catch a strange sparkle in it. Obviously this visit isn't easy for Brekker.
– Kaz? - you shake your head and come up to the man. Now he really behaves like a moody toddler. – Is your office too messy without me?
You chuckle lightly. You could only imagine what a mess he made while searching for what he needed.
– It's too empty, actually.
You can't hold back a sigh of relief. Honestly you hate quarreling with Kaz, and now when he is not angry anymore, you can say, you're happy.
Brekker extends his gloved hand to you, waiting for your response.
– Come back to me, Y/N.
With a small smile on your lips you take his hand in yours and finally shorten the distance between you two. The man's lips slightly turn up in a grin as you two walk towards the Slat.
– When we are there, will you help me to-
– Oh, are you doing this again, Kaz? I can't believe it!
You playfully shove him in the shoulder, and continue you way hand in hand with him.