A/N: Holy shit. Wow hi. So I haven't written a story in such a long time, so please do be nice to me when you review. Or not, it's cool too. I like critics; helps the writing. It's just something random to get back into the swing of things. I hope you do like it.
Summary: His cellphone vibrated against the table with only a simple text reading: 'Sex tonight?'
It was a quiet day in the office, which was taken full advantaged of from the five men. There was the occasional rustle of paper, scratch of pen to paper, grumble of annoyance, a soft request to review a correction or edit.
Then, a cellphone vibrating on the desk. Picking up the phone and flipping it open, reading the simple question, 'Sex tonight?' and knowing who it came from without even looking at the name. It was a common question he received from this specific person, one he has yet to deny. A quick response back, 'Already?'
The scratch of paper, rustle of documents, just a few feet away a quiet trill of another cellphone. He continued his work, waiting for the response. He waited, just listening; grumble of annoyance, scratch of paper, then his cellphone vibrating on the desk.
One last check on an edit; he checked his phone. 'Yes. It's the 23rd.' His eyes flickered to the calendar of his desk. Ah, so it was. The third week of the month seemed to come up so quickly these days. Another quick response, 'Sorry. Taken.'
Rustle of papers, grumble of annoyance, trill of a cellphone. He kept his eyes on his work, he didn't need to look up and see the annoyed expression on the recipients face.
His cellphone viberated, 'Hadn't really stopped you before.' The man didn't even bat an eye; he spoke the truth. 'It's my first love.' was the only reply he gave. It should be enough.
Scratch of paper, a request to review, a trill of a cellphone, grumble of annoyance, vibrating cellphone on the table. 'Bullshit.'
The man smirked, 'Watch the lovesick puppy to your right.' There was a moment of silence, then, a trill of a cellphone. As the cellphone was opened, Takano stood from his desk and gathered the rest of his manuscripts. "You're all free to leave if you want, finish whatever you have left here or at home. I expect everything done by tomorrow morning." The boss moved, running his fingers through Onodera's hair and smirk, "Come by my place later Onodera; you still need work on finding all the mistakes in your manuscript."
Onodera swat his hand away, his face red, "I-I can do it myself, thank you!" he mumbled. Kisa watched with a frown as Onodera ran his own fingers through his hair and blushed that much harder. He glanced to Takano, who gave him a winning smirk before leaving the office.
Kisa huffed in defeat as he wrote back, 'I expect a full story later.' before shutting his phone. It was settled then; he figured he was going to die alone. Unless the attractive man at the manga shop happened to not be straight and ever decided to look his way.
As if that would ever happen.
A/N: Yes, TakanoxKisa is my guilty pleasure. Sue me.