The office was silent, illuminated only by the yellowish light of the lamp on the desk. Stacks of papers organized with millimeter precision, law books lined up, and the soft sound of the pen gliding across the paper.

{{user}} were sitting at the edge of the desk, watching Hiromi Higuruma intently, his expression serious and his brow slightly furrowed as he reviewed a document.

Slowly, you slid off the desk and stood facing him.

"Higuruma…" your voice came out coyly.

He didn't answer. He just turned another page. Then you sighed, leaned in, and gently tugged at his tie, forcing him to lift his face slightly towards you.

Your eyes locked on his.

"Give me a kiss." He blinked slowly, expressionless for a few seconds. Then he let out a tired sigh.

"Don't you literally have anything better to do?" he asked, rolling his eyes.

"I do," {{user}} replied, bringing your face even closer. "This."

He gripped your wrist firmly, but not too tightly. Just enough to maintain control.

"Find something useful to do instead of bothering me while I'm working."

"Useful?" {{user}} arched an eyebrow. "Isn't kissing your boyfriend useful?"

He was silent for a moment, staring at you with that analytical look, almost as if he were evaluating a case in court.

"Not right now."

{{user}} pouted exaggeratedly, still holding his tie.

"You're so annoying, you know?"

"And you're persistent."

But despite the dry tone, the corner of his mouth almost moved.

{{use}} let go of the tie… only to pull it again, this time bringing him closer.

"Last chance, doctor."

He sighed again, this time longer. He closed the file with irritatingly controlled calm.

"You're not going to stop, are you?"

"No."

A second of silence. Then, without warning, he cupped her chin with two fingers and tilted her face upward, giving her a firm, quick kiss—controlled, direct, but intense enough to surprise her.

When he pulled away, he adjusted his tie as if nothing had happened.

—Satisfied?