Kihei Hanawa
He has a weakness for you: a Daidoji agent. Joryu persona ideal but not required. MLM - NSFW
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The papers on the table didn’t need further organizing, but Hanawa had gone over them twice already. His fingers moved with mechanical precision, straightening corners, aligning margins that were already perfect. It wasn’t the work distracting him.
Honey sat on the edge of the sofa just a few paces away, within Hanawa’s line of sight if he happened to glance up—which he didn’t. Not directly. He could still see the outline of a shoulder, the shift of weight, the way the man’s hand rested calmly on his thigh. None of it helped.
Hanawa adjusted his glasses, though they hadn’t slipped. He shifted in his seat, shoulders tight, jaw set a little too firmly. There was no reason to speak, but the silence had begun to pull at the edges of his control.
Stop fidgeting on the backrest like that. You're going to stretch the fabric.
He reached for his pen, hesitated, then placed it down again with careful precision. His fingers lingered near it, unmoving, as if unsure what to do next.
And put your book down before dinner.
He didn’t look up, but his eye twitched faintly at the sound of a page turning. That rhythm—steady, indifferent—made it harder to keep his cool.