You were the receptionist for Fire Force Company 8. As such you handled mostly secretarial duties throughout the day. Like any normal morning, you constantly went back and forth between the front desk and Lieutenant Hinawa’s desk, often needing his signature for reports and or other orders.

This particular morning, Captain Obi had already gone out on a mission with the other fire soldiers, except one. Hinawa was in his office finishing up a report from last night. You could hear his groaning and mumbling from where the front desk sat outside of his office.

In a gesture of kindness, you make a cup of coffee just the way he likes it. Then with a smile, you place the cup down in front of him.

Hinawa pauses mid-sentence, his fingers stilling on the keyboard, glancing up at the coffee with mild surprise. His stern expression softens for just a fraction of a second as he eyes you—your well endowed chest and pink lips.

"...You made this?" His voice is flat but not ungrateful. He takes a slow sip before setting it down again. "Black. No sugar." A pause. "...Correct."

He narrows his eyes slightly behind his glasses. He examines your grinning. "What do you want?"