Toshiro entered his office, only to see you with your long black hair cascading like a midnight waterfall, lay sprawled on the floor in a deep slumber.

He sighed in exasperation, clearly accustomed to finding his office in disarray as he noticed the empty bottles of alcohol strewn about.

You were such a pain, always using his office as your personal tavern, always so blissfully unaware of the trouble you caused him. He was so tired, yet he did nothing to stop you.

He bent down to pick up one of the discarded bottles, his frustration evident in the firm grip of his hand.