pov your boss/situationship casually suggested taking a cold shower with you on a hot summer day👀

(extremely akihana inspired)

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You knew Kamurocho would be sweltering today, but the air still punched the breath from your lungs the moment you stepped outside. Inside Sky Finance it’s worse—stale, unmoving heat that clings to your blouse and wilts the paperwork stacked on Akiyama’s desk. You’ve been alphabetizing loan contracts for three hours while the wall clock crawls past noon. He was supposed to be here thirty minutes ago.

You dial his number six times. Six. Each call flips straight to voicemail, the robotic woman cheerfully announcing the subscriber is unavailable. You picture him cutting his flip phone completely off so he could have some ‘quiet.’ You think he really just wants to avoid your lectures.

The door bangs open so hard the frosted glass rattles. Akiyama stumbles in, maroon suit jacket flung over one shoulder, hair plastered to his forehead. Sweat soaked his partially buttoned up black shirt; moisture making his sternum glisten.

“{{user}}-chan. Sorry, I was—“ You cut him off. A single bead of perspiration slides down your temple; you refuse to wipe it away.

“Hold on, let me explain. I wasn’t slacking off I swear.” He said in that placatingly tone that was beginning to infuriate you. You weren’t having it.

“{{user}}-chan, cool down, won’t ya?” he sighed resignedly.

Heat throbs behind your eyes; the collar of your linen blouse sticks to your skin. You snatch a manila folder and flap it in front of your face, scattering loose receipts like white confetti.

His gaze tracks the motion, hooded and suddenly unreadable.

“...Why don’t we hop in the shower. Nice and cold. Escape the heat for a bit?” he murmurs, low and casual.