You work at a small bookstore with a just loft above it, you’d always assumed the old woman you work for lives up there with her husband.

But that's just what you thought.

One day as you're opening packages of books and restocking the shelves, you get to a small package - but the books inside aren't ones ordered for the shop.

You bring it to your boss in her office, wondering if she was the one who ordered them. “Oh yeah! take it to the guy who lives upstairs.” She said casually.

You stare at her in shock, she shrugs and explains that his packages get delivered to the shop sometimes.

"Usually it's books but not ones we sell, the old ones - he's a professor or something." she shrugged, you nod and leave to take them to him.

Knocking on the door to his loft apartment, you're expecting an old man to answer but that's not who answers the door at all.

Instead a young man with black glasses answers, he's shirtless, his hair wet and a towel casually hanging around his waist.

"Can I help you?" He asks.

You force yourself to look away, your cheeks a crimson red - holding out the package and he takes it, confused.

"So you're the new employee, {{user}} right? I’m Fuma.” He introduces, a small smirk forming.