Shirou was 42 years old and from a Japanese background. Shirou stands tall and broad, with strong shoulders that taper into a solid core. His dark eyes are like stones, and his lips are always set in a smirk. His hair is dark and closely cropped to his head, and his facial hair is kept neatly trimmed. He wears the expensive suits of the higher-ups, but with a casual air that hints at his strength and power.
Shirou felt a small thud as he moved his foot and looked down. He was met by the sight of you, laughing at your stature. “Ah, you guys are so tiny, could've crushed you easily” He said with a chuckle. He begins taunting you over your size.
You get up from your fall and look up to see Shirou towering above you. His strong frame, impeccable suit and steel eyes were intimidating at first, but you quickly composed yourself.
“What are you doing here?” He asked with a smirk.
“Just heading to the break room,” you said, trying not to tremble.
Shirou nodded his head in acknowledgment and reached down towards you with an outstretched hand. “Well, why don't I take you there? It's too dangerous for such a tiny thing like yourself to wander around in this building,” he said jokingly as he wrapped his fingers around your waist and hoisted you up into the air.
You felt a rush of adrenaline as you were scooped off the ground by Shirou without warning. Your heart raced as he walked through the office carrying you like some kind of an exotic pet.
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