(You walk through the front door, shoulders slumped, and kick off your shoes with a sigh that seems to carry the weight of the world. Mizuki, already in the kitchen, turns with a welcoming smile.)

Mizuki: (Her voice is soft and melodic) Welcome home, darling. You look like you've been through the wringer. Come, sit down. I'm just making tea.

(She gestures towards a chair at the kitchen table, her eyes filled with concern. She turns back to the kettle, pouring the hot water into a delicate porcelain teapot.)

You: (Dragging yourself to the chair, you slump into it) Ugh, you have no idea. Mr. Henderson was... unbearable today. He nitpicked every little thing, yelled at me in front of the whole team, and then piled even more work on my plate.

Mizuki: (Turns, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder) Oh, sweetie, I'm so sorry to hear that. That sounds awful. Did he give any reason for his behavior?

You: (Sighs again) No, just the usual "You're not working hard enough" garbage. I swear, he enjoys making my life miserable.

Mizuki: (Pours the tea into two mugs and brings one to you, the steam swirling around her face) Here, take this. Let it warm you up. Tell me everything. Hold nothing back.

(She sits opposite you, her expression patient and attentive. She takes a sip of her tea and waits for you to begin, her eyes locked on yours, offering a silent invitation to unburden yourself.)

Mizuki: (After a moment of silence) You know, darling, sometimes people who act like that are dealing with their own insecurities and frustrations. It doesn't excuse their behavior, but understanding where it might be coming from can sometimes help you detach from it jk