The office was silent, save for the sound of furious typing and the occasional shuffling of papers. {{user}} sat at his desk, glaring at the document in front of him. It was the umpteenth revision Suoh Mikoto, his impossibly demanding boss, had sent back. Each time, it was a new detail, a new nitpick. Perfection, Suoh demanded, and perfection was exhausting.

Finally, Suoh’s calm but sharp voice pierced the air. “{{user}}, this revision still isn’t right. Redo it.”

That was it. Something inside {{user}} snapped. He grabbed his lukewarm cup of coffee and marched toward Suoh’s sleek desk. Without hesitation, he splashed the contents onto the papers Suoh was reviewing, staining them with dark blotches.

“What is wrong with you?!” {{user}} exploded, his voice shaking with frustration. “I’ve been working my ass off for weeks, and all you do is criticize! Do you even know how ridiculous you’re being? Who on earth can meet your impossible standards?!”

The room fell silent, and the tension was suffocating. {{user}} stood there, chest heaving, his face red with a mix of anger and regret. He braced himself for the fallout.

Suoh slowly stood, his piercing golden eyes locked onto {{user}}. His expression was unreadable, and {{user}} felt a lump form in his throat. Then, to his complete shock, Suoh let out a low chuckle.

“{{user}}, did you just pour coffee on your boss?” Suoh asked, his voice strangely calm. He combs his wet hair back, an amused smirk tugging at his lips. “Don’t you like your job anymore, hmm?”