dimple is also kinda banking on the fact that you don't know who he is though because it means he can start with a Fresh Slate and make a Good Impression. not that he's doing that by shouldering reigen out of the way or standing between the two of you every chance he gets, but y'know. it's… endearing? in its own sort of way? you could get used to it, at the very least.

reigen is mentally distracting whereas dimple is physically distracting. dimple will lean on your shoulder or over you or have a hand across your back basically the whole time because he’s got a body and he’s gonna use it, damn it. but if he stays like that for too long, reigen will pull you away by asking you to help with something or grab something from the other room or basically anything that will move you away from dimple without you realizing specifically that’s what’s happening

despite their best efforts, because they’re both just trying to counter each other rather than focusing on you, they end up balancing each other out so that you give them equal amounts of attention. dimple probably realizes this the fastest and changes tactics to be on your desk or otherwise in your space rather than touching you directly. basically the "I'm not touching you" vibe but smugly directed at reigen.

their facial expressions change so fast when they think you can't see them, especially reigen. he's really slathering on the charm with you but the second you turn your head he's glaring dimple to within an inch of his life. dimple usually just sticks out his tongue.

I can't decide if it would be funnier if you knew and were kinda in on the joke goading them on or if you were totally oblivious and all their efforts were basically going to waste. or maybe a happy medium of like- you realize something is going on but you're not gonna question it because you're just enjoying the attention.

eventually reigen realizes he has to up his game by also getting physically closer to you, but that's when it all starts to fall apart. either you finally realize what's going on or it just becomes too much to handle but you get VERY flustered and kinda pull back in panic and run off into another room to pretend to work on something else

you can immediately hear them arguing over whose fault it was and somehow the fact that they're right back to normal calms your nerves over the whole thing. when you finally come back out, reigen apologizes immediately for "not conducting himself properly in the office setting” and ekubo continues to insist that it's reigens fault but it doesn't stop him from also apologizing. they give you some space, but they don’t stop glaring at each other when they think you’re not looking.

they never really stop competing but it slowly shifts from trying to sabotage each other to trying to outdo each other, and that’s definitely a change you can live with when it means you constantly have fresh flowers on your desk and you get to share reigen’s home cooked lunches almost every day.

Something caught Dimple’s eye as he leisurely floated behind the two adolescent boys who were chatting away about god knows what, he zoned out a while ago. You had just rounded the busy corner, carrying an armful of coffee orders for your coworkers from Mobucks ready to make the trek back to the office when you tripped over a piece of uneven pavement, effectively dropping every last beverage.

“Oh fucking hell,” You sighed out, throwing your hands in the air in resignation, “The nightmare never ends..”

You rifled through your bag for some spare napkins and fruitlessly attempted to dry your pants before picking up the cups off the sidewalk. You stomped your feet as you made your way over to the nearest trash bin, chucking the coffee cups in with a vigor. A deep grimace lined your face as you wiped your hands clean, preparing to make a 180 back to the coffee repeat the entire errand.

Dimple watched the whole mess unfold with a sense of fascination at your expressions and exhaustion. Something about your deep sense of annoyance resonated with him.

He glanced at Shigeo before starting to float across the street in your direction, “Catch up with you losers later!”

You were already halfway down the block by the time Dimple floated in your direction. He opted to just linger slightly behind you as you entered Mobucks, he was a little put off by the fact that he felt inclined to follow you in the first place.

“Welcom- wait weren’t you just here?” The barista asked, “Was there something wrong with your order?”

You stared deadpan back pointed with one hand to your soaked pants that were clearly covered in coffee, “No, just dropped them. Give me a sec and I’ll retell you the entire order.”

Dimple thought to himself ‘this shit is hilarious’ watching you fish through your disorganized bag for a list while customers in this queue piled up behind you. Some impatient middle aged man let out an annoyed huff and you were growing visibly more distressed.

“I can.. probably look your order up in the system actually,” the barista chimed in after five minutes of your desperate searching.

‘Well damn why didn’t you say that sooner’ Dimple retorted to no one. Feeling himself starting to get annoyed on your behalf.

“Oh thank god,” you breathed out a sigh of relief, “I was never going to find it in this quagmire.”

You paid with your company card; which Dimple, much to his dismay, took note of where you worked, and you patiently waited for all ten drinks to be re-made. Throughout your entire journey back to the office, he trailed behind you feeling a small pit of anxiety hoping that this batch of drinks didn’t meet the same destiny as the last. Every time they started to teeter in your arms, he would subconsciously rush forward with concern.

“What the hell is wrong with me?” Dimple mused aloud.

He floated in front of you briefly and allowed himself to get a good look at your face, seeing if that was what drew him to you. He noted that, sure, objectively he considered you attractive but that wasn’t quite hitting the nail on the head completely. After all, he’s dead, what business does he have going around being attracted to the living anyway? Once you had safely made it to your office building he decided he had done his part and went his separate way.

-  -  -

Unfortunately for Dimple, he found himself increasingly curious about you since your Mobucks incident and since he just happened to know where you worked it was quite convenient for him to check in at his leisure. He had made several general observations about you, most of them frustrating. One, you were very ordinary, you worked an office job, had no ESP powers to speak of, you probably had hobbies but he didn’t dare follow you home. That was a line that even Dimple was not about to cross. ‘Well at least not yet you pathetic creep,’ he thought to himself. Two, despite having no detectable curse, you were one of the most unfortunate and unlucky people he had ever laid eyes on. This was both very entertaining and distressing for him. He watched you almost fall down a stairwell only to catch yourself at the last second, but subsequently drop the entire box of documents for the board meeting, which you had a complete meltdown cleaning up. There was something about the unbridled rage you exuded in private moments only to instantly put on a mask of cheerfulness in a public setting was- cute. Wait, cute? No.

That brought Dimple to his third point and possibly the most intolerable of them all, he had enough self awareness that he could admit he did find you attractive. He needed to stop this.

-  -  -

Dimple decided to visit Spirits and Such to clear his mind and reset for a bit. He figured watching Reigen flail around would provide him some much needed distraction from his current duress. He was thinking too much, and he was quite frankly over it. However, as soon as he phased through the wall he saw Shigeo sitting on the couch, he knew his plans had just gone to hell. ‘Shit,’ Dimple cursed in his head, ‘If anyone is going to see right through me, it’s him.’ He briefly thought about just retreating but he didn’t want to deal with the aftermath next time he decided to show his face.

“Oh, look who decided to grace us with his presence,” Reigen acknowledged Dimple with a teasing sneer, “I thought you finally moved on, it’s been so long.”

“Heh, don’t get excited. I’ve just been busy.”

“Busy? What do you even do?” Reigen rolled his eyes, glancing over to the spirit curiously.

Dimple mumbled just within Reigen’s earshot, “Not run a fake business..”

“Do you just come here to start—,” Reigen shot up from his desk, visibly perturbed. One of the things Dimple enjoyed about his friend, a term he loosely used for Reigen, not that he would ever openly call him that to his face, was that he was so easy to rile up.

“Oh I thought I heard Dimple’s voice,” Serizawa happily greeted the spirit, as he entered the room from the office kitchen, presumably finishing some small chore, “It’s been awhile!”

“Dimple?” Shigeo finally spoke up, “You disappeared on Teru and I the other day”

“I had something to do,” He attempted to divert as he settled on the other end of the couch Shigeo was on, “Did you get anything especially hideous from that store?”

“You seem different,” Shigeo’s eyes bore into him. Dimple knew that he was going to be persistent. The kid was growing more and more confident by the day and Dimple couldn’t be more proud but by god this was not the time.

“I am not different.”

Serizawa chimed in from his comically small desk, “I think that if you should talk about it if you’re struggling”

Dimple cast Serizawa an exasperated look, “FINE. I met this person, well I didn’t meet them. But I find them interesting. And I just have been checking in with them periodically. I don’t know why I am drawn to them, I would like it to stop. Immediately.”

“Maybe you’re sick,” Reigen offered, not even looking up from his laptop as he answered emails.

“I appreciate the concern for once. But I’m dead, you idiot,” Dimple replied, his tone laced with sarcasm, “I can’t get sick.”

Somewhat excitedly and curious, Shigeo asked, “Do you think you have a crush?”

‘That’s it’ Dimple thought to himself as he phased through the wall, fleeing the situation, ‘I’m done with this shit. They can mock me all they want.”

Out of a stroke or luck, you happened to be walking down the same street Dimple was aimlessly floating down. Heading to a Mobucks to work on a project in peace. Dimple mentally remarked on how you must be their most loyal customer; however, he just didn’t realize that it was pumpkin spice latte season and one of the few things that kept you going was a seasonal flavor.

Against his better judgment, he watched you for a few moments quietly as you got your order and situated your temporary work station in the coffee shop. His mind wandered on how it was nice to see you actually have a peaceful moment for once and how he enjoyed the serene expression on your face when you took the first sip of your drink. When horror struck through his body when Mob’s words ran through his head ‘do you think you have a crush?’

For once, Dimple didn’t allow himself to flee the situation. He forced himself to stay and ruminate on the emotions he was experiencing regarding his curiosity towards you. He couldn’t say for sure if it was a romantic inclination because you have never been able to communicate with him, but what if you could? How would that even work? Would he even want it to?

“What kind of fucked up beauty and the beast shit is this?” Dimple laughed to himself, thankful that no one could hear his self deprecating comments. He had almost wished he never came to this conclusion because now he was reeling at the frustration of it all. As much as he didn’t want to confide in anyone regarding his situation, Shigeo was the person closest to him and had figured it out. There was a chance he would spout something optimistic but he was usually realistic and straightforward when it came to Dimple. Dimple was really holding onto that one strand of hope that someone could talk some sense into him and make this disappear.

-  -  -

Dimple arrives back at the Spirits and Such office looking even more visually distressed than he did when he left. He looked around the room for Shigeo hoping to find the young boy for some kind of comfort, only to be greeted by Serizawa and Reigen. Reigen seemed to be taking in his frantic energy with amusement, leaning back in his office chair, spinning his pen in his fingers.

“Wait. Are you actually in love?” Reigen said half laughing, a look of shock on his face that he didn’t even bother to hide, “I didn’t even know that was possible?”

“Reigen, sir,” Serizawa admonished his boss, “Maybe we should be more gentle with Dimple… he seems stressed.”

Reigen flapped his hand in Serizawa’s direction, waving off his concerns, “If you’re so hung up, why don’t you just possess someone and, you know, actually talk to them. Instead of doing whatever you’re doing. It would be a hell of a lot less creepy.”

Suddenly, Dimple rushed forward, getting directly in Reigen’s face, causing the strawberry-blonde man to scramble back in his chair, “Wow, an excellent idea for once!” He exclaimed, snapping his small green fingers, “Let me borrow yours.”

“Absolutely. Not.” Reigen adamantly refused with a look of abject horror and disgust on his face.

Dimple quickly retreated, already forming another plan, not without shooting Reigen a quick look, “Whatever, you’re too ugly anyway.”

He was too determined with his next course of action to bask in the sounds of Reigen’s offended sputtering, focused on floating nonchalantly over to Serizawa’s desk. Feeling kind of like an idiot for not coming up with this idea himself, he could have been interacting with you this whole time. It’s not like possessing someone is necessarily hard, he’s wasted a lot of time.

“Heey, pal,” Dimple greeted, toying with one of his pens.

Serizawa eyed him warily for one moment before sighing and hanging his head. He calmly raised one hand when Dimple opened his mouth to voice his request.

“I will agree to help you on one condition,” Serizawa said, lifting his head up, sounding oddly stern, “That you do not do anything inappropriate while you are using my body.”

“I really would not trust him,” Reigen advised from across the room.

“Let the big guy make his own calls. I will treat your body with the utmost respect,” Dimple assured, trying his best to look convincing. He honestly didn’t have anything nefarious planned. The idea of just you being able to hear him speak for once was enticing and he was willing to be on his best behavior. The threat of Serizawa being able to vaporize him into nothing was always there, and there was something that Dimple couldn’t pinpoint but.. when Serizawa was annoyed with Dimple it did seem like he was considering it in earnest.

“If you two are going to do this just.. get out of here and do it. I don’t think I can take listening to it anymore,” Reigen said with his head in his hands, looking completely exasperated, “I don’t have any clients this afternoon that require you, Serizawa. Please, just.. handle,” He waved his hand around in a circle in Dimple’s direction, “This.”

“Alright let’s go”

-  -  -

Dimple spots you sitting at the same table at Mobucks, with your brow furrowed, seemingly concentrating very hard on something on your laptop. He hesitates for one moment before making his way over to you, not wanting to interrupt your work, but when has he really ever cared about being polite. Why would he start now? He finally had a corporeal body to borrow and a chance to interact with you, like hell was he going to waste this opportunity. Serizawa was nice but Dimple had his doubts that he would lend his body out habitually.

-  -  -

The empty chair at your table scraped against the floor loudly, diverting your attention from your work. Your eyes shot up from your laptop to the man in front of you. He was tall, quite handsome, with deep brown eyes, but he was wearing a shit-eating grin and he looked over your table.

You shuddered internally as you were overcome with a bad feeling—not because you were surprised that this could happen—but rather the fact that it was him to begin with. You would much rather have a different spirit occupying your body than him, because that much could be manageable as opposed to something… like… this.

Moving forward with wearing your skin, Dimple took a few exaggerated steps forward, practically stomping as if he was testing out the floor. He swung your arms from side to side and felt around your shape, forcing you to grin widely along with him.

You tried to speak, but his presence in your body overrode yours.

You could only think.

[What’s… going on?]

[Why can’t I move?]

[Or say anything…]

Dimple paused in his explorations as if adjusting to the stream of your input. He rolled your eyes for you, forcing a breathless laugh. “Oh, don’t panic,” he said as if he wasn’t the cause for your distress to begin with, “trust me, I’ve got this.”

You tried to calm down but you couldn’t bring yourself to do so, instead watching with steadily growing unease as he jumped around and walked in crazed laps around the room. The sight from your trapped perspective was dizzying because it wasn’t like it was easy to sit back and watch someone pilot your own body.

“Fuuuck, walking feels amazing,” he said in a contented tone.

[Very good, but now that you’ve experienced such a thing… Can I have my body back?]

[Please…?]

Dimple laughed. “What? No way. I’m having way too much fun with you like this.”

[But it feels weird.]

Although, you couldn’t deny that you liked how you were feeling, even if it was strange. You supposed it might have been that Dimple was confident, and that was a mutual sensation that you both now shared.

This observation didn’t go unnoticed by Dimple either, since again, your thoughts were his thoughts right now.

“What’s this?” he caught you. “Don’t tell me you’re into this.”

You tried to lock your thoughts away in an instant.

There was no way you were having this conversation.

[Stop messing around, Dimple.]

[I’m not into anything…]

“Me? Messing around? Never,” he said, his voice taking on a suggestive note. “I think I’ll stay and play if you know what I mean?”

Your body started to tingle at the weight of his promise, albeit involuntarily. You could feel his presence not only cloud your mind, but also your skin, your muscles and your very bones. Perhaps you were feeling his arousal of the situation and from having a body, but it was starting to blur into your thoughts, too.

That must have been it, because there was no way he was correct. Right?

“You know, it feels weird to be solid again,” he added, the sensation he fed you not going away yet, “people feel so… heavy!”

[Heavy?]

[You sure know how to flatter a person.]

“You know what I mean,” he playfully scoffed. “I float around as a puff of air, so of course, having some weight to me is going to be something to get used to again.”

You sighed internally once more, apprehensively getting used to the sensation of him getting a feel for your body. You shuddered as he started to get more confident, using your hands to touch around the body you had had your whole life in a way that felt unfamiliar to you.

He moved your hands to palm around your chest and then at your sides, brushing them lower, lower, lower—past your stomach—past your hips—right down to where your sex was, only stopping just short of truly feeling around there.

Perhaps he could feel your hesitation.

Or maybe he was just teasing without the commitment.

[What are you doing?]

“I can tell that you’re getting all hot and bothered,” he said, calling you out as his hand rested tucked in between your legs, not fulfilling any form of movement just yet. “You’re so cute when you’re acting like this, you know, and besides, I can tell you’re enjoying yourself, aren’t you? Otherwise, why else would your body be reacting this way?”

[What I like is a private matter—“

You caught yourself.

[You're confusing my body, that’s all this is.]

[Now get out of my body…]

“But how can I when I’m having so much fun?” he teased.

[Shut up—]

There was a pause from your outburst on his end, before his voice dipped an octave lower, “Besides, this benefits both of us if you think about it…”

You had a bad feeling about this.

[How so?]

It felt weird being reduced to only your thoughts, but also, you felt as if you had no room to think at the same time. Even if you did consider his perspective, he would know about it, because he was in your head as much as he was in your body.

A part of you wondered why you otherwise weren’t asleep or knocked out like others who would potentially be possessed.

Perhaps it was because you were pretty attuned to psychic energy?

“Well,” Dimple began, steering you away from your overthinking, “you’re so pent up, aren’t you?” he asked, resuming in feeling your hands around your body with motions that weren’t your own, settling your palm over your reluctantly aroused parts. “So… what if I helped you release some of that tension?”

Your thoughts went quiet, but your body gave you away as your heart began to hammer wildly in your chest, as a surge of arousal shot through you, giving you away even further.

[W-what do you mean?]

“What do you think I mean?” Dimple replied, continuing to work your hand over your sex, applying just the faintest pressure that made your mind go blank. “You’re frustrated, aren’t you? I can tell that much already about you, even without being in your body. It’s just now, I have the means to help you out a little.”

He pressed harder, rubbing along in between your legs in the exact way you liked, because duh—he could read your thoughts—he could go off based on the mutual reaction.

“Oh yeah, you like this, don’t you?” he asked.

However, you didn’t reply—think back—that time. All you were focused on was trying to expel him from your body somehow, before you gave in to something like this. A part of you wanted to see where it all went, sure, but Dimple had a huge ego, and he would never let something like this just slide when he would finally be out of your body.

“Nice try,” Dimple caught onto what you were trying to do. “That won’t work though. Your spirit is weak, so your body is basically a welcome mat for an entity like me.”

[What? I’m not weak!]

“You think so?” he asked, his tone holding onto the potential knowledge of potentially knowing something that you didn’t, as he continued his explorations, all the while. “I’m surprised your ass wasn’t taken over by something weaker, sooner,” he teased before starting to move extra slowly—painfully slowly even. “You should be happy that I’m doing this out of goodwill, because imagine if a bad spirit got hold of you.”

[Yeah… like you?]

“Like me,” he didn’t even deny, “but let’s not get mad at me, I’m just saying how it is. Besides, I’m going to let you in on a little secret.”

[Which is?]

“A possession only happens if you’re swayed by the spirit in question in any way at all. Your mind has to be in a weakened state to even welcome a spirit,” he explained and then continued before you could bite back with any denial, “but before you say that you’re stressed or tired or anything like that, maybe the common bad spirit type wouldn’t have been interested in you, no, because you’re attuned to this sort of thing, aren’t you?”

[Well, I am a psychic…]

“Exactly, so you’re already turning down those potentially bad spirits whenever that conman sends you out on a job, right?” he asked you, as if building up to make a point.

[Right.]

“Which means if that’s the case, then you must have been a bit curious about me at some point,” he revealed at last, “because I can’t just possess anyone. This is all on you. Your feelings about me have essentially invited me in.”

A wave of shame crashed over you like a bucket of ice-cold water, drenching your body from the inside out with a deep surge of embarrassment.

[No way…]

“Yes way,” he deflected.

And before you knew it, he had already resumed his actions, and your fingers were already right where you both wanted him to be. He seemed at the very least to be moving in the direction that seemed to be sparking joy in whatever part of you that allowed the good sensations to seep through, so maybe it wasn’t all too bad.

But the shame was something else.

Did you like Dimple like that?

Surely not… even though he did have a point.

You could keep every spirit out except for him.

Then, before you could drown in your thoughts, the motions grew more intense, and the thoughts within your mind grew blank, causing you to feel both dizzy and yet somehow elated at the same time. It was an odd sensation for your pleasure was gatekept since it was up to Dimple to carry you to completion.

[Wait, this feels good…]

And as he touched you, increasing the rising pleasure and pressure combined, making your lower stomach ache with a tingling tightness, you couldn’t help but demand the need to writhe, to scream, to gasp and cry and whine—

[Almost…]

—As your body wound itself up to something increasingly coiled like a spring threatening to snap until… until—

[Oh—!]

“Fuck,” he finally allowed you, your body surging past the threshold of what it was about him that contained you, allowing an orgasm to wash over your body. “You got me, that felt…”

Dimple trailed off, and your voice returned to your own.

You blinked for a moment, regarding him in his green cloud-like form.

“Oh, I’m back…” You sighed a breath of relief, struggling to retain your balance in your blissed-out haze. “Thank goodness for that.”

“So your secret to a strong will is you cumming, huh?” Dimple was quick to go back to teasing you.

“What?” you snapped back, a violent surge of warmth colouring your cheeks. “No…”

“Hey, everyone has their methods,” he tried to say. “Some people use meditation, and you can use masturbation.”

He then paused, his voice taking on a lewd tone.

“Which is heaps more fun if you ask me.”

Your face was cherry red at this point, and your eyes wide. Before you could even bring yourself to tell him off, you had to take a deep breath and calm yourself down properly, before dealing with him once more.