Doll (MikaYuu)

♦35♦ - Entrust

I got super bored waiting for Mika to complete his hours, so there was no surprise when that bodyguard came in on me in the lounge playing video games. I was so out of it. What was his name again? Henry? Hummus? I yawned, extending my legs out on the couch as I blew out enemy bases all the meanwhile.

Harvid. It came to me as he sneered at me as he retrieved a soda from the fridge. That dumb, familiar, snarl of a sneer.

"Long time no see," he murmured, taking a sip. I glanced at him for only a split second of the attention I hardly bothered to give to him.

"Mmm," I mumbled, waving him off with my hand.

He rolled his eyes. "The floors are clear again if that's what you're here for."

As if that meant Mika wasn't busy. But, it had been a good two hours... And the couch session was still ringing in my brain. I was recovering quite nicely, although I missed him like hell...

After I ignored him for a minute, he left, along with my interest in my game.

I slowly entered the office, not finding Mika anywhere in sight. Maybe he was finally done with work. Wouldn't that just be a rare miracle.

I'm not sure what I felt as I stared at all of the paperwork sprawled out on desk. All of it just in the midst of a clean room.

Part of me felt proud he was so successful. I wondered how it must've felt to be so advanced in the office and loved by his coworkers. Not only for his past in modeling but for getting the company so far. He did even more than I hardly knew of. I loved it, in a very foreign way.

But part of me felt slightly drained. I couldn't help but to think he felt confined sometimes. Did he ever get to go outside? Were our dates the only time he touched outside air? It hurt to think about though I couldn't ignore that Mika wasn't having much of experience. Maybe in the real world of a work field... But not the real world.

I shook my thoughts aside, making my way over to his room door to knock. Nothing. I opened the door quietly, sinking in warmth as I watched the large cocoon of sheets rise and fall as he napped. He was turned from me, his hair all over the place on the pillows. I smiled, thinking What a well deserved nap.

I considered staying, but should I have left? He probably wanted his peace for a nap. Wrong time to be indecisive. I tripped on my own feet as I turned to leave, the door slamming shut as I tumbled to the floor.

I had luckily caught myself before my head bashed against the hardwood, but there was no way I had slipped from embarrassment. I timidly peered over my shoulder, completely drowned in humiliation as I saw Mika sleepily squint over his blanketed shoulder at me.

"Sorry," I sheepishly whispered, getting to my feet. If I were him, I would've chucked a pillow at me. Probably even a shoe. Or a nightstand. But he just sat up and rubbed his eyes.

"It's okay," he said through a yawn, plopping back against the headboard. He was shirtless.

"I was just going to leave," I told him, awkwardly rubbing the back of my neck. "You should go back to sleep."

"No, I mean--" he stammered, shifting under his comforter. He slid so far under they were pulled up just under his nose. "...I was kind of hoping you would stay."

After I just did that? Mika was growing quite the tolerance for me. But I nodded, not wanting to make him upset, and slid off my shoes and made my way over to the bed. He scooched over, nuzzling back into his crevice of pillows. He had a deep dent in the memory foam where he had been napping. It made me smile.