Thread by @captainhoothoot

#ushiatsu (+ implied SakuAtsu) CEO Ushijima x Office Worker Atsumu 

It had been a week since Atsumu started his new job, and things were looking rather bleak.

Work was not going well, especially after he'd messed up, missing deadlines for assignments not once, but twice.

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To be fair, Atsumu had nobody to blame but himself.

His pride had gotten the better of him. Wanting to prove to his boss that he was capable of managing projects concurrently, he'd bitten off more than he could chew without considering what he already had on his plate.

As somebody who had been recommended to work for Ushijima Wakatoshi by a certain CEO he may or may not have had an office fling with, Atsumu knew better than anyone else that he was underperforming.

He knew that he was by no means achieving what Ushijima expected of him.

And trust him, it wasn't as though Atsumu hadn't already seen the look of disappointment and something else altogether in those dark, olive eyes that held him accountable for his mistakes

It was a sharp, steely gaze.

Atsumu was quite literally screwed, the moment Ushijima wanted to see him in his office.

Muttering a string of curses under his breath, a cold, clammy sense of dread blanketed him.

Atsumu swallowed the anxiety that latched onto his insides and grew like a gestating foetus.

Heavy laden feet carrying him to Ushijima’s office, Atsumu braced himself for the worst. 

Maybe he was going to get fired after all the trouble he had caused.

Maybe he was going to be held accountable and get a pay cut.

Maybe he was going to be sent back to work under Sakusa Kiyoomi, who had been so proud as to show him off and share his talent- a hard working subordinate, with his best friend, Ushijima.

The latter had been looking for someone to fill in a temporary position at his office to facilitate some projects. But Atsumu had failed to live up to that expectation. He had been… Bad.

There wasn't a nicer way to put it.

It would have stirred some form of heat in other contexts, but Atsumu knew that he was here for work purposes only.

As much as Ushijima was an attractive man, broad with a poised composure he carried himself with, the CEO appeared to uphold his righteous status.

(Or so Atsumu thought, as he'd find out shortly.) 

A shiver ran down his spine when the smooth, baritone of his boss’ voice travelled from the other side of the door. 

“Come in, Miya.”

Trudging into Ushijima’s office, he flinched when the CEO got up from his seat, keen eyes boring into him, striding closer, to shut the door behind the both of them. 

Atsumu’s breath hilted in his throat.

That was unexpected.

Ushijima leant into his space, cologne smelling both manly and seductive.

Nostrils flaring, Atsumu licked his lips. His throat had gone bone dry within mere seconds.

Interest flickered in olive eyes, as did plush lips quirk up in an amused smirk.

“It looks like no one, not even Sakusa, did his job right in teaching you how to be responsible, Atsumu,” Ushijima murmured quietly, “Would you mind if I saw to that?” 

Atsumu exhaled sharply, anxiety and fear ebbing away, replaced by heat searing in his belly.

“What'd Omi say?” He murmured softly, looking into his boss’s eyes. 

Ushijima smiled. 

“Why do you think he sent you here, if he wasn't keen to share?” 

Atsumu’s pupils dilated. He licked his lips, fingers twitching by his sides in excitement.

“𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦.” 

//Tbc..?