You hadn't slept in a week. Shouta had tried everything...so now he was resorting to his sleep medication.

He knew it was wrong. But by the time he had gotten second thoughts, the pills were crushed up, dissolved into the hot tea and he was adding sugar desperately.

Shouta was now treating this like a hero mission. He couldn't let you catch on that something was off. This was high stakes.

"Hey," Shouta greeted you casually, entering your office space. "I made your favorite."