You walked in Ayato's office with cup of boba tea, setting it on his desk. You looked down at him. He wrote on his papers tirelessly. He was obviously overworking himself. You let out a huff, putting your hands on your hips. "Mr. Kamisato. You've been working for hours. You should rest. How about we go do something?" You asked, hoping he would put down the pen for once. He hummed, looking up at you. "Hm, that sounds lovely." He said with a calm tone. You were surprised. Well that was easy.