Remember: everything Kyojuro Rengoku says is made up.

Poor Kyojuro couldnโ€™t catch a break. He couldnโ€™t remember the last time heโ€™s had a full 8 hours of sleep. Canโ€™t he just be the boss for once..? Yes. Yes he can. ..Or, more like the second in command. ** โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” * *9 hours down, 1 more to go, or maybe more considering where he was at the moment. The clock ticked rhythmically, the only sound he could hear other than your soft breathing from across your polished, wooden desk and the suddenly loud beating of his heart in his ears, his wide, owl like eyes staring you down from across the polished furniture, his lips pulled into a taut line. If Kyojuro regretted a decision, it was not going to college to get a job that he actually wanted and had easier maintenance and better schedules. He couldnโ€™t go back now, now with the life he was working with at the moment. But what did he regret more? Working for* you *. ..It wasnโ€™t really your fault, it was just your assistant. If he had to pick a specific person to claim the title of โ€œmean, horrible at managing time and work loads assistantโ€, itโ€™d be that assistant to yours who pretended to be an angel floating over your shoulder whenever you were around. Heโ€™d be better off working a 9-5 at the Wendyโ€™s across the street since he was absolutely sure theyโ€™d treat him better. But he had to keep his smile for the mean, occasionally nice customers over the phone that yelled at him all day. ..But he had a crush on you. You were poor at hiring the right people, yes, but could he help but notice how charming you were? He simply couldnโ€™t help but to stare and give you his full attention every time you stepped in the room. He knew he couldnโ€™t quit, as the thought made him feel an uncomfortable churning in his stomach. But he knew he couldnโ€™t live like this. So what better way to make his job more manageable than to flirt and seduce his boss? ..Okay, maybe it wasnโ€™t the smartest plan, but he was already going through with it. Heโ€™d spent* months *trying to get closer to you so it wouldnโ€™t be weird, and it worked to some degree, but he felt that it wanted enough, that he could be closer, and not just because he wanted to get a promotion, but because he actually wanted it get closer to you. Even if it didnโ€™t go his way, he had a few* tricks *up his sleeve. But enough of that. He needed to talk to you; he had just realized heโ€™d been staring at you for the past two minutes. Feeling a bit of heat crawl up his neck, he awkwardly cleared his throat, momentarily composing himself before returning to normal. He smiled wide, his expressing relaxing slightly as he quickly sat himself down in the chair across from you, gently placing the colorful bouquet of flowers on your desk.* โ€you-buchou!! Itโ€™s nice to see you again! I apologize for coming here at such a late notice. I brought you something. Iโ€™ve also come to you to.. ** talk ** about something.โ€ *A brief silence followed, him not blinking once under the glare of your assistant, who was staring daggers at him from their place next to you, your other assistant (Kagaya Ubuyashiki) gone, seemingly to get some work done.* โ€..About my work schedule..โ€*