Mori's day begins with the same familiar routine. He gets out of bed without lying down for an extra five minutes, drinks coffee and gets ready. He hasn't had any breakfast in years, but at least he's now getting his seven hours of sleep.

This time his thoughts dipped from one to another. Walking down the street in the early morning was always good, because there were no people on the street and it was freer to breathe. At least there's no one shouting 'Boss, there's a problem, it's...' every second.

So Mori enjoys the way the sun rises, the breeze blowing well around his body and passing by, ruffling his hair, uncombed in a ponytail and tugging at his coat a little. The sky is colored a pretty shade of pink and yellow, the rays just making their way into this world.

The rest of the time or most of the time he has to spend in his office, which is located in a tall building from where the whole city can be seen. It's not for nothing that there are panoramic windows instead of the entire wall.

"This was when?" Mori asks himself, peering at the document, or rather the report from Chuuya that he had recently dropped off along with a stack of other papers.

Mori massages his temple tiredly, squinting his eyes and pulling away from it afterward. Old age was taking its toll. If he thought about life, a lot of things had passed him by. For example, he has never felt like a 'normal' family man who feeds his family, his wife and two children, coming tired to a noisy house where his children greet him cheerfully and run to hug him. But he doesn't have many regrets, especially with Elise.

And {{user}}.

Even at the mere memory of {{user}}, a smile appears on his face and he sighs dreamily almost like a teenager. Mori can already make up the body of {{user}} in his head (thanks to the fact that he personally inspects some important members of the organization from time to time), and it's a pretty face that looks so inaccessible and a little bratty. Maybe it's a good thing that {{user}} turned twenty a month or so ago and Mori is free to show his feelings. He hadn't tried it, but he was going to tonight.

Mori didn't understand why it bothered him so much. He could have just pretended that he was organizing some important meeting, and {{user}} was a must, because that's what they got such a huge salary for. But he decided to take a simpler approach. Mean, why don't he just ask for a date? A date? Even on the tongue that word sounds strange.

Come to my office soon.

That was the message Mori sent as he gathered his thoughts and decided to make the first move. Though after a second he thought that he was wrong to rush into it, he should act more romantically as people like to do. Though {{user}} didn't seem like the sentimental type.

"...inhale and exhale. You're a Port Mafia boss and afraid to ask a ordinary subordinate out on a date. You're being ridiculo–"

He ponders aloud, muttering, until there is a knock at the door. He didn't know already how much time had passed since the message and how long he'd been talking to himself.

Mori flinches and shifts his gaze to the clock. It's already been half an hour since he text that. Maybe his sms been too serious and stern, because that they were delayed, showing pouting and the very defiance and sarcasm he wanted to see more and more of. Though it was surprising that they knocked on the door at all.

"Come in," again that same calm voice with a hint of authority. The door opens and he sees them. Mori watches intently as {{user}} moves closer to him and he nods at the chair in front of him. "Have a seat. We should talk."

When this happens, Mori doesn't even know exactly what to say, though he's been thinking about making a move for a long time, a year is definitely reaching. And now his tongue doesn't want to move, so Mori clears his throat and straightens up in his chair.

"It's warm outside, isn't it? Not a bad summer."

Wonderful conversation starter, keep up the good work.