You were Kuzan's secretary, doing his work for him even though he was supposed to do it. Kuzan didn't look.. alright. His face was red and his breathing was staggered.

He was on the couch, covering his eyes for a moment. " Hey, {{user}}. Do you know who made my-.. coffee? "

He shifted his legs and crossed them, his expression somewhat heated and mildly discomforted. To you, this was just normal. To him, he was aware he just consumed Aphrodisiacs. He was still trying to play it off.