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1/2 POINTLESS FLUFF

[anonymous]

There is a mountain growing on Dojima’s desk.

The tower sways every time someone walks past, a stack of teetering red, pink and white boxes done up in lacy ribbons of every color. Some of the bows are tied on somewhat messily - homemade concoctions, testament to not only the time the women had put into them, but of Dojima’s Inaba fanbase.

Adachi barrels into work and all but collides with his desk, knocking them all down. It is early enough that they are the only ones here, always pulling overtime because of the murders. “O-oh!” blinks Adachi, at the technicolor mess on Dojima’s lap. “Wow, Dojima-san, you’re really popular around here! Probably because you’re single, huh?”

“You’re single too, idiot,” Dojima reminds him, none-too-gently, and placing the boxes back onto his table, in a considerably less meticulous order than they were in before. To his credit, though there was annoyance clear on his face, he wasn’t impolite enough to just throw them all away, and he treats each with begrudging respect.

Adachi laughs, sitting down and shrugging off that ridiculously yellow jacket. “Are you going to eat that all?”

“I’d get sick if I did,” grumbles Dojima, crowding into an unoccupied corner of his desk to fill out the rest of his report. He looks ridiculous - a grown man with one arm shielding himself from an onslaught of sweets. Adachi gets up, leans across his table and grabs a box from the top, pulling on one end of the satin purple ribbon to undo it. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Adachi blinks. “I was going to eat some, since you didn’t want it all. It’d be a waste to just throw them all away. Oh, unless…this one’s special to you?” He holds up the box to eye-level, examining the card taped to the side. “Sheesh, Dojima-san, all you had to do was say so. So who’s this…Kashiwagi-san? Your girlfriend?”

“No,” frowns Dojima. “I’ve never even heard that name before. You just don’t grab chocolate from someone else’s desk just like that.”

Adachi looks thoughtful. “I never pinned you as the type to hoard. That’s harsh, though - not even a drop of pity? Look at me, I didn’t get anything. My table’s empty.” Technically, it’s not. Adachi is a messy worker, and he has papers strewn in a mess all over the surface. It’s a wonder that he can always find exactly where each document is when asked for it, though. An organized mess, Adachi once told him, beaming.

“Fine, just take it,” Dojima mumbles, lowering eyes back down to his paper. Culprit last name, first name, gender, and age, are the only things filled out. He gets up to the second line on List All Offenses before Adachi starts choking.

It starts out as a small cough. Dojima doesn’t notice that, or the dip of Adachi’s brow when he realizes something wrong. In fact, Dojima only looks up when the back of Adachi’s chair scrapes back against the floor, and the coughing becomes more pronounced. “Adachi?! What are you- shit!” Fast-acting, Dojima races around the line of tables (they were partners, why are they across each other instead of next to in the first place).

“Augh- ack- s-stop! Dojima-san! I’m okay! Ow!” yelps Adachi, after a few seconds of the Heimlich maneuver, spitting out what looks like a wad of paper. He unwinds Dojima’s arms from his waist, and slumps back into his chair, looking relieved. “What is this anyway?” wonders Adachi out loud, picking up the note (?) and unfolding it after wiping it dry on a sleeve.

Oh, Dojima-san! If you’ve found this, then that means fate is on our side. Otherwise, you would have swallowed it without realizing (a little bit of me in you, hee hee). Since you’ve accepted my feelings, let’s get together some time for some -real- bonding. Call me soon, strike while the iron is piping, red, -steamy- hot. I’ll make it worth your while. ♥ Love, Kashiwagi Noriko.