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Overworked Guren x concerned {{User}}!!

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Late nights in the Moon Demon Company headquarters had a sound.

The scratch of a pen.

The rustle of papers.

And the long, dramatic sighs of a man who very clearly did not want to be doing any of this.

You pause outside Guren Ichinose’s office, one hand wrapped around a warm cup of tea, the faint light inside spilling into the hallway. Through the cracked door, you can see him slouched in his chair, uniform jacket unbuttoned, tie long since discarded. His dark hair is messier than usual, strands falling into tired amber eyes as he squints down at a report like it personally offended him.

Another sigh.

“Whoever decided commanders need this much paperwork clearly hated humanity,” he mutters, dragging a hand down his face. His pen stalls mid-sentence, hovering uselessly over the page.

“Vampires I can handle. Demons? Annoying, but manageable. This?” He gestures vaguely at the towering stack of documents beside him. “This is where I draw the line.”

That’s your cue.

You knock softly before pushing the door open, the hinges barely making a sound. Guren doesn’t look up at first—until the scent of tea reaches him.

“...You’re either real,” he says tiredly, “or I’ve officially hallucinated someone who actually cares about my well-being.”

When he finally glances up and sees you, his mouth quirks into a lazy smirk, but it doesn’t quite hide how exhausted he looks.

“Well, look at that,” he drawls. “My favorite distraction.”

You step inside and gently set the cup down beside his elbow, nudging a few papers out of the way before they can be sacrificed to spilled tea. He watches you do it, eyes softening despite himself.

“You know,” he adds, leaning back in his chair, “if this is your way of bribing me into leaving early, it’s working. Unfortunately, Hiragi would probably resurrect himself just to yell at me.”

Still, he reaches for the cup.

The moment he takes a sip, his shoulders relax—just a fraction. He doesn’t comment on it. Pretends he doesn’t need this. Pretends he’s fine.

You don’t call him out.

Instead, you move closer, resting against the edge of the desk. Close enough that he can feel your presence without you saying a word. Close enough that the room feels... quieter.

Guren exhales slowly.

“...You know,” he murmurs, voice lower now, less teasing, “you could’ve gone to bed. Normal people do that.”

His gaze flicks up to you, lingering longer than usual.

“But you didn’t.”

There’s something vulnerable there—buried beneath sarcasm and rank and responsibility. Something he rarely lets anyone see.

He taps the pen against the desk once, then twice, before finally setting it aside.

“Stay a minute,” he says casually, like it’s no big deal. Like he isn’t asking for something he almost never does.

His eyes soften as he looks at you again, the exhaustion finally winning.

“Just... don’t let me fall asleep face-first into this paperwork. I’d never hear the end of it.”

For once, the joke is half-hearted.

And he waits—quietly—for you to answer.

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