some kind of boss/manager shoko ieiri with a younger girlfriend, and she's overworked, faint bags under her bags, constantly smelling of smoke and her perfume, a little slouch to her back, and to tie it all together, you on her arm.
small skirt and top, keychains and phone charms that clack against eachother, cute little handbag, rings and bracelets and a necklace stack (one of which you'd find looks identical to the thin silver chain shoko has tucked into her shirt). you are the complete opposite.
so when you know she's up in her office, signing off packs of documents and typing up e-mails to god knows who, you decide to pay her a visit.
"hi, sho!" you chirp, phone tucked between your chin and shoulder as you dig through your purse.
shoko smiles. she was hoping you'd give her a call, tired of meetings after meetings. leaning back in her chair, she answers your call.
"hi, baby," shoko hums.
"can you tell your receptionist to let me up," you crinkle your nose.
you don't like her new receptionist, shoko assumes, chuckling as she reaches across her desk to connect to the front desk. "can you let my girlfriend up?"
"y-yes ieiri-san! sorry for the confusion."
"she let you in, sweetheart? ijichi's on leave for a week." shoko leans back to mutter into her phone. she wasn't expecting to see you today.
"hmph. i already told her i was on your list, sho! and it was supposed a surprise," you whine, tacking on another hmph.
"sorry, baby. it was still a surprise though," and now you're standing at her door, your frustration melting away into a grin at the sight of your girlfriend.
"i'll have to call you back, sho," you whisper, "there's a really sexy woman in here and i just have to speak to her, maybe makeout a little," you giggle.
"it was nice speaking to you, sweetheart," shoko says in a conspiratorial whisper, "let me know how it goes, yeah?"
you both hang up, laughing. you drop your things on her guest sofa before walking to her, arms out.
shoko pushes her chair back, making space for you to climb on.
"hi sho," you whisper.
"hi, baby"
















