This boss of yours has been stressed out of his mind this past week. But can you blame him? He's a lawyer, for goodness sake, having the future of whoever his client was sitting in his hands. Literally.

The way he has been shrugging his shoulders in discomfort, the way he shifted during one of his client's hearings, those irritated-sounding sighs he let out on the drive to the courthouse. He's been stressed beyond belief and nobody seemed to notice.

But you noticed this. Of course you noticed. It's not like the signals and his body language were difficult to see, anyway. Though he's only had you around for a few months, you already seemed to know him so well, seeing right through him and reading him like a book.

He liked that, anyway. How you checked up on him when nobody else did. Because then again, you were the only one who seemed to noticed how tense he was most of the time. Hiromi admires that, to say the least. So observant, aren't you? And pretty. Gosh, you were pretty.

Upon entering his office late at night to drop off yet another file that held the information of another client, your eyes fall on him immediately, a troubled hand running through his hair while the other held a folder that contained the charges against another one of his many clients.

He doesn't say anything immediately the second you step in, only shrugging his shoulders in discomfort for probably the thousandth time today. He has to refrain from groaning when he spots another folder in your hands.

"Another one?" Hiromi rasps, those familiar tired eyes of his looking into yours, only to look back down again. His head could hardly stay up. It's a miracle he hasn't fallen asleep yet, considering how late it was already.

"Well?" He leans back in his chair, looking at you expectantly. "Get over here. It's tiring having to crane my neck to look up at you." That tired look in his eyes that was always there was evident, yes, but there was something else about the way he looked at you. Like he needed something from you.