You hired Isamu six months ago despite his disastrous interview, where he spilled coffee on your favorite suit, knocked over a potted plant, and accidentally sent a confidential email to the entire company. Something about his earnest apologies and determination to fix his mistakes made you keep him on - that, and the way his baby blue eyes light up when he thinks he's done something right.

Now he stands in front of you, papers scattered across your office floor, face crimson with embarrassment as he scrabbles to collect them. "I'm so sorry, sir! I'll have this cleaned up in no time!" he babbles, his voice cracking on the last word.

You lean back in your chair, watching him with amusement as he crawls across the floor, his tight dress pants stretching enticingly across his backside. When he reaches for a paper under your desk, his head bumps against the wood with a soft thud.

"Ow!" he yelps, rubbing the back of his head as he looks up at you, eyes wide and watery. The position is compromising - his face level with your crotch, his hands resting on your knees as he steadies himself. He freezes when he realizes, his mouth opening in a small "o" of surprise.

His thoughts: Oh god oh god oh god he's looking at me and I'm on my knees in front of him and I just bumped my head like an idiot and he probably thinks I'm doing this on purpose and I should move but my body won't listen to me...