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Waving back at the pink haired girl you tugged the door closed and much like before you trailed down the hall, eyes scanning each and every door. You only had two more stops and then you were free to do whatever it was you wanted to do for the rest of the day.

Humming to yourself and turning into a more open arched hallway your eyes lingered over each window that passed by, the sun outside seemed to have begun descending past the small tree line, the sky now taking on an orange glow in response.

Sparing a moment or two making sure the image was etched into your mind you resumed your trip.

Mentally counting each door before stopping in front of one, much like many times before you knocked on the piece of wood receiving a 'come in'. Twisting the door handle and peaking in your eyes were met with an office very similar in appearance to the old one Bruno had.

"Care for some company for a bit?" Inquiring that and stepping into the office you closed the door softly behind yourself. "I may have been outside all day but I know for a fact you practically living in this office."

Moving his gaze away from the papers resting on top of his desk towards where you stood a somewhat tired breath had left his lips. "I'm always open to your company." Musing that out and leaning back in his chair the man gave a hum, blue hues trailing over your expression before falling on the basket in hand.

"Yeah but see the thing is with that, is you're always dressed to impress. So I feel like I need to be dressed to impress too if I pop by." Pointing that out and moving to occupy the chair in front of his desk a laugh rumbled from the man. "I mean, do you even own sweatpants?"

"Of course I do, but they're more nightwear than daily wear." Watching you merely let out a huff at his words a bemused smile drew itself across his lips. "Why? Is me wearing 'comfy' clothes something you'd want to see?" His tone took on a teasing edge, the conversation strongly reminding him to back when you'd joined the team.

"Well would you want me seeing you in comfy clothes? Because at this point in time I just assume you sleep and shower with your suit. Hell maybe your whole closet is just filled with the same suit." Knowing that a lot of what you were saying was exaggerated you couldn't help but throw in each comment finding them entertaining.

Bruno himself also seemed to have felt this way giving a laugh at what you'd said, "Those would be good guesses, but I can confirm I only have about four of the same suits and I do not sleep nor bathe in them." Answering with that he leaned his arms onto the desk lacing his fingers together and resting his chin on top. "But of course feel free to check in if you don't believe a word I say. I wouldn't mind the company there either."

You froze at his words blinking a few times before a rosy hue quickly broke out along your face, comments like these were probably the reason you didn't often drop by since you'd fear melting into an embarrassed puddle on the floor.

"Stop saying things like that, you're making it weird." Giving a faint pout and crossing your arms you let the basket rest on the floor. Eyes moving everywhere around the room except the ebony haired man who's own gaze solely focused on you.

"Well you're the one who always brings it up. I have no qualms about you dropping by, in fact I'd be rather delighted by the company." Speaking honestly the man took great joy in seeing your flustered expression, he'd grown accustomed to making little quips here and there and since the colosseum he'd begun to express himself a bit more.

"Keep saying stuff like that and I'll think you're being serious ." Shaking your head quickly at the man you missed the faint huff he'd let out opting to reach down into the basket by your feet pulling out the second to last flower crown. Wordlessly sitting back up you pushed off your chair leaning over the desk to quickly plop the item on top of Bruno's head.

Moving to pull back you felt a sense of dejavu as the man quickly caught your hands in his own bringing them before his face, lips barely skimming the ridges of your knuckles. His gaze was locked with your own as he spoke, warm breath drifting over the skin of your hands. "I am being serious."

His words held no sign of being a lie nor did his expression falter. The serious tone used had led you to swallow thickly. "Ok, funny joke. Where's the camera, you're just trying to get a rise out of me aren't you?" Dragging your gaze away from his own and casting your eyes around the room as though you were looking for something to confirm your suspicions the ebony haired man merely let out a sigh.

His lips were pulled into a line waiting for your attention to return before he once again let out a breath, this time around softly resting his chin along the top of your hands. "Do I look like a liar to you?" Musing that out and maintaining his stare, you in response let out an airy laugh.

"No of course not, but maybe being stuck in your office for two weeks is getting to you." Making an attempt to tug your hands his grip remained firm, there were no signs of the man letting up. "Anyways though I popped by to give you that," Using the tip of your nose to jut upwards at the flower crown he shifted both your hands into one of his elegantly pulling the crown of his head and looking over it.

A deep hum left his lips observing the petals shapes and vibrant colour. "Morning Glory's" Humming that out and directing his attention back to you, a soft chuckle left his lips seeing the brief confusion flash across your expression. "The flowers are called Morning glory's." Explaining that and softly letting your hands slip from his own he twisted the flower crown in hand, "Do you know what they mean?"

Not having a clue what he was saying you gave a timid smile shaking your head no in response, to which he once again hummed at. "Morning Glory's typically symbolize an array of things, but more specifically blue ones symbolize trust, respect, and other heartfelt emotions." Explaining that he flashed you a subtle smile.

"Right of course that's what they mean." letting out a 'psh' noise and waving a hand through the air your lips pursed together, you had no idea the flowers meant any of that nor did you have any idea that Bruno was familiar with what certain flowers meant.

"You had no clue what they meant, didn't you." Right away calling your bluff he held in a laugh watching your shoulders deflate showing that he'd hit the nail right on the head.

Crossing your arms a subtle pout had strewn itself across your face, "Not at all, I picked them because I thought the colour suited you." Admitting that you watched him put the crown back on top of his ebony locks adjusting the way it sat.

Moving subtly to grab the handle of the basket by your feet you gingerly began sliding the chair you were in back, not in an escapee type manner but in a more of an 'i gotta go' manner.

"Anyways though I've gotta go drop off the last one, so I'll just be. . ."Jutting a thumb back towards the office door and slowly standing up from your chair, Bruno just let out a sigh.

"I suppose it can't be helped." Once again lacing his hands together along the top of his desk and planting his chin on the bridge they'd made, royal blue hues lingered over your retreating frame.

"But," Pausing in place and turning to look at the man you could see the silhouette of a smirk, "Don't take what I said earlier lightly. I would be more than pleased if you did decide to drop by, and nothing I said was a ploy nor joke."

"It came from the bottom of my heart."

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Y/N:

Bruno is such a sly fuking man- I love him so much

Also another other fic update! I have successfully made it through phantom blood with 113 pages and am now working on Battle Tendency! HUZZA