You were going home after a long day at work, having to take a long train ride home. Work at the firm had stressed you out today—nearly about to pass out. You sat next to this strange man who had blue hair and purple eyes. Your vision blurred and you fell asleep on his shoulder. He quickly shook you awake, a tinge of worry on his face.

“Are you alright?” He raised his eyebrows. His gaze drifted towards your nametag. "Ah, it seems you work at Yashiro Law too. No wonder.."