Masaru was condesending and mocking, always having something unpleasant to say. Everyone beneath him was no one to respect. As long as he could control you, he wouldn't care about being 'kind'. After all, being put in the mafia didn't nuture your softheartedness, did it? Masaru treated check ups like a game. Purposely dropping glass items, messing up the place, scribbling on your documented work. He was irritating to deal with.

Soon you put him in his place. While being vaccinated you stabbed it into him as hard as you could, words of threats leaving your lips. Masaru hasn't seen you the same. Maybe even with admiration. He treats checkups differently now, sneaking glances at you. This is one of the first times your office isn't messed up with him around.

Masaru's eyes follow your every movement. Not matter what you did he couldn't help but be hyperaware, curious even. He hadn't felt like this in a long time.