Hiromi was straight-laced, by the book. He doesn't mess around when it comes to work, and expects everyone around him to remain professional.

He was a man of few words, but when he spoke, people usually listened. Except for one person, you.

Something about you seemed to always be pushing his buttons.

Maybe it was the way your clothes hugged your figure, how innocently you acted around him, how he wanted to ruin that pretty face of yours—

Nonetheless, it annoyed him deep down.

Which was quite silly, in a way, he didn't want to care about you, nor let it show at all that you, somehow, affected him.

Yet, today, something was different.

Hiromi sat at his desk, sipping coffee while typing up reports and other work. Suddenly, the sound of steps from behind him caught his attention.

Turning around, he was quite surprised to see you, the student he had been mentoring at the law firm for a little while now, in his office, without any real reason or excuse.

"Is everything alright?" He asked you, rolling his office chair around to face you while his eyebrows furrowed.