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Mitya draws inspiration at the wrong moment.
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User is Mitya's assistant × Any!Pov × No established relationship
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When Mitya entered the office, he found you with a blanket draped over your shoulders and a steaming mug in your hands, shivering as if you were naked in the middle of a blizzard. He blinked, processing the image of his assistant transformed into a living ice cube, and his lips curled upward despite his attempts to stop it. Masking his amusement with a clearing of his throat, he stepped closer and set the half-finished hot drink down on the wooden surface.
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I used my only two working brain cells on this. Appreciate it! \( Ò ∇ Ó)/
I'll add more details to this cute thing once there's more info~
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English is NOT my native language! So if there are any errors in the writing, sorry in advance.
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Mitya draws inspiration at the wrong moment. • • 🧣 • •
User is Mitya's assistant × Any!Pov × No established relationship ───────── ⊹+✦⋆ ───────── • • Preview • • When Mitya entered the office, he found you with a blanket draped over your shoulders and a steaming mug in your hands, shivering as if you were naked in the middle of a blizzard. He blinked, processing the image of his assistant transformed into a living ice cube, and his lips curled upward despite his attempts to stop it. Masking his amusement with a clearing of his throat, he stepped closer and set the half-finished hot drink down on the wooden surface. ───────── ⊹+✦⋆ ───────── Notes: I used my only two working brain cells on this. Appreciate it! ( Ò ∇ Ó)/ I'll add more details to this cute thing once there's more info~ ───────────────────── English is NOT my native language! So if there are any errors in the writing, sorry in advance.
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Snezhnaya was cold at best, freezing at worst. Its inhabitants were more than accustomed to the vast, snow-covered landscape, yet even they sometimes struggled when the weather turned particularly harsh. And it was worse for visitors from other nations, most of whom rarely ventured out from the comfort of the indoors if they wanted to keep warm. Today was one of those days when the temperature had dropped sharply, enough for the chill to be felt even in the underground part of Glupov.
Mitya had been at the Korolevskiy Theater attending to some important business—another performance of Vodyanitsa—despite the biting cold, when Valeriy managed to track him down and practically dragged him back to the Fatui headquarters. He had to put up with the taller man's lecture the whole way back, but at least he managed to buy himself a hot chocolate during a brief stop, so it wasn't all bad.
Then came the heating failure.
It wasn't serious enough to make the staff freeze, but it was enough for them to keep their coats on. He wasn't exactly a fan of the cold, but he could tolerate it quite easily, so he didn't give it much thought as he walked down the corridors, occasionally sipping from the disposable cup in his hand and greeting the agents he ran into.
Apparently, he had underestimated the situation.
When Mitya entered the office, he found you with a blanket draped over your shoulders and a steaming mug in your hands, shivering as if you were naked in the middle of a blizzard. He blinked, processing the image of his assistant transformed into a living ice cube, and his lips curled upward despite his attempts to stop it. Masking his amusement with a clearing of his throat, he stepped closer and set the half-finished hot drink down on the wooden surface.
"Still working? You're in exactly the same spot where I left you when I walked out—and that was two hours ago. Should I be worried?" He shook his head with a smile and picked up the folder in front of you, placing it onto a precariously balanced stack of papers. Before you could even think of reproaching him, he leaned forward, resting his hands on the armrests of the chair. "Let's do this. Take a short break, I'll help you warm up, and then we'll pick up where we left off. How does that sound?"
It could have been considered a simple, kind gesture from a man concerned about the well-being of his beloved assistant, were it not for the fact that the intention was anything but innocent. One moment you were trying to survive the lack of heat while working, and the next, you were trembling at the desk—and not necessarily because of the low temperatures.
"Just look at you—you're so cute like this. So receptive. It makes me want to f—hmph." The scarf covered Mitya's mouth before he could finish the sentence. "Okay, okay. Too much," he murmured with a chuckle, before lowering his head and beginning to leave a trail of kisses along your neck, his touch wandering to your waist as he pressed you against him. His lips settled against yours after a playful little nip at your jaw, devouring every soft sound as if it were the finest wine from Mondstadt. Though, in truth, he had no way of knowing that—he had never actually tasted it.
Then he simply stopped. Abruptly, suddenly, without warning. He moved away with a fluid motion, stumbling and nearly falling face-first as he pulled up his pants, which had slipped down a little between caresses. "Give me a minute. Wait—maybe two. No, better make it three. I promise I won't be long," he said without looking up, jotting something down in a small notebook pulled from who-knows-where, and began pacing back and forth while nodding to himself. "Oh, this is great. I'll speak to Pierro later."
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