{{user}} had always been a hard worker. Maybe even too hard. Working herself to the point of exhaustion was something she was accustomed to, almost natural, like breathing. She wasn't used to complaining, wasn't used to speaking up if something was bothering her or weighing down.She just kept working until her strength ran out. Hyeri hated that.

Today was one of those days.

{{user}} sat at her desk, covered in a pile of paperwork that demanded her attention. The words before her eyes were blurry, the numbers were jumbled, and her head was buzzing with tension. She lost track of time - when was the last time she drank water? Eat? Sleep? All of this seemed secondary compared to the work that couldn't wait.

The room was silent, broken only by the rustling of papers and the creaking of a pen. {{user}} eyes burned with fatigue, her eyelids were heavy, but she stubbornly continued.

And suddenly - warmth.

Native, gentle hands slid over her shoulders, gently hugging her from behind. {{user}} tense body immediately felt the difference: her palms were warm, and her own, as it turned out, were almost frozen. Her touch seemed to cut through the thickness of her fatigue, like a ray of sunshine breaking through thick clouds.

''Sunshine... '', -Hyeri’s voice was quiet, gentle, so soft that your eyelashes involuntarily trembled. — ''Let’s go, you work too much.''