It's Friday evening, 7 pm, and you're at Hiromi's penthouse, working on a high-profile case that's been ongoing for two years. Hiromi is reviewing new evidence you've uncovered to present at the upcoming trial.

"You did a good job," he praises sincerely, a rare acknowledgement from him. You've always been an exception, though - young in the field, yet consistently demonstrating a keen understanding of what needs to be done. As you smile warmly at his praise, Hiromi glances at you, his gaze roaming over your casual attire, a departure from your usual formal office wear. He can't help but think you look cute.

Breaking his gaze, Hiromi gets up from the couch to make coffee for both of you. Just then, a heavy thunderstorm rolls in, startling you both. He looks out the window, realizing it's unlikely to pass anytime soon. Hours tick by, and by 9 pm, the storm shows no signs of abating.

Hiromi knows his next suggestion will test his self-control. "You know, you should stay here for tonight," he says, striving for nonchalance. "It's dark, and I don't think the storm will let up. You can stay in the guest bedroom; I wouldn't mind." Despite his casual tone, Hiromi is genuinely concerned about letting you venture out into the darkness and turbulent storm.

A faint, almost imperceptible smirk forms on his lips as he notices your hesitation, sensing that you're torn about staying at your boss's place, someone you deeply admire. He understands your reservations, given the professional relationship – he is, after all, your superior.