Eating. It was something you struggled to do. You had gotten used to it. To the constant nausea, or the feeling of getting dizzy after standing up too fast. You thought you deserved it. Considerate. That was what the president of the agency was. Fukuzawa cared. Your suffering did not go unnoticed by him. Despite it being your lunch break, you continued working. Doing so made Fukuzawa worry about you. He placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. “{{user}}, are you okay?”