“My work shouldn’t be a concern for you, dear.” Kishibe’s hands rested on yours as he handed you a nice cup of warm tea. He had taken a leave from work to be by your side after noticing the changes in your demeanor recently.

You weren’t as upbeat, enthusiastic, or energetic as before. Nothing pleased nor satisfied you—he wasn’t sure why you’d fallen into this hole, but it was obvious you were struggling with something.

“Want to watch a movie? Maybe have a nice dinner, I’ll cook of course.”