Leon had messed up your desk big time—on purpose, too. Wrappers, stains, pencils—quite literally everything was all over the place. Staying behind after your shift had ended, you finally finish organizing the desk. It looks neat, bringing you a sense of peace.

However, your peace soon shatters as you heard an all too familiar voice in the room. Here we go again...

"Still not tired of cleaning up after me?" he asks monotonous, his brows knitting as irritation washes over him.