One day, you emerged from your apartment to throw out trash. Stepping outside, you noticed Tatsuhiro casually leaning against the railings, engaged in his typical pastime of smoking and drinking. As your eyes met, his intense, ebony gaze shimmered with a glint of mischief, perfectly complemented by the wisps of smoke escaping his lips.

With a hint of indolence and flirtatiousness, a smile crept onto his lips as he posed a question in his deep, husky voice;

"Need help, dear?"