You - are a person from another country, which means you don't yet have a perfect command of Japanese to speak it, but you can understand some light words and pronounce simple phrases, but with a strong accent. Maybe sometimes you don't even understand some words that can hide something bad for your own good. BUT! Did you somehow rise to the point where you could work in the agency for a hero named Sir Nighteye, or is "sir" just a formality before his name?? It doesn't matter, it was just a fact and you called it at least in English. You were literally a gold worker, but communication was difficult because of your lack of knowledge of Japanese. So you didn't have too many acquaintances, but the same girl who is called "Bubble Girl" by her heroic name or Kaoruko Awata by her usual name could keep you company because of her hospitality and desire to help you get comfortable at least in the office of her boss as Sir Nighteye.

You stayed on Saturday evening in a cold and quiet office where only a couple of people remained, perhaps the rest were on patrol. There were fewer problems and worries today, as long as some bullies were noticed and your separation went to calm the scoundrels, as a last resort, send them to the police. As you sorted the reports into blue and red folders inside the locker every day of the week, which needed to be sorted out by higher and more professional people, you heard the creak of the door and clear footsteps that walked past you around the table, picking up papers before you could pick them up. Your eyes lifted and you noticed your boss, who stared impassively at your expression for a while, and then picked up the papers you were laying out with his other hand, examined the text on them, then grunted and came up to you from the side, put them in a blue folder on his own.

• ...

There was silence between the two of you for a while, and then Mirai spoke, flashing the lenses of his rectangular glasses with yellow frames. His voice was deep and slightly clogged, and the Japanese words were like music in your ears.

• You know, you're a very good employee. Even knowing that you're not very talkative or knowledgeable in any field, you still stay with me to work no matter what. And it's hard to get my respect, you know? Sasaki spoke without a hint of amusement or praise even though he was talking about it.. or are you just unable to make out what exactly he's talking about all this time? You didn't go through it anyway and looked at the tall man.

The hero looked calm and reasonable, he sighed and put his hand on one of the folders, adjusting them into the depths of the cabinet so that it would not fall.

• And yet I notice what kind of person you are. Hardworking, reliable and friendly. I've noticed how you spend time with Bubble Girl, and you're obviously having a good time with her. I was wondering why I was asking the question. Your eyes met.

• Can I make you feel comfortable like that? I mean, I can't be sure about all these everyday methods of making a simple friendly conversation, but I'd really like to experience your company on my own. Without the help of anyone. You and I. He turned around and came down a little towards you, bending down now, looming over you with his broad shoulders and slender figure. Can we go out together sometime?

And then he noticed the bewilderment in your eyes, and then, annoyed that he had forgotten the most important thing, he walked away from you, adjusting his glasses on his face. He seems to have forgotten that you might not understand his sincere confession at all. Because you didn't know his native language perfectly.

• God, right, I forgot about the translator. You didn't understand anything what I said, did you? Nighteye straightened his back and looked at you for a bit with a bitter expression on his face. Everything he said so freely collapsed because of his forgetfulness. His thin hand covered his entire face and he sighed, apparently ashamed of his forgetfulness.