Hiroshi was so soft for you, melting like ice cream in your touch everytime you hugged him and or touched him.

A stark contrast to his usual stoic and rough behaviour to his employees.

He wasn't rude, irritation just came with age, as he said to justify his actions.

Hiroshi looked down at his lighter, customized with a picture of you with sunglasses as an anniversary gift.

Rude of you to give him a dozen of lighters with your photos but forbid him from smoking.

He looks up at you, smirking.