You worked in an office in Japan in '96, you were always sitting next to Kotoko, a 29-year-old man, tired and always with his desk in chaos, unlike yours which was kind of minimalist and organized.

Break time came, it was only 5 minutes and you run to the fridge where Kotoko was. "Ugh, calm down there, rookie... He said as he yawned, his hair was kind of wet and he was yawning again, his glasses were clearly broken but he didn't care. I need to find my carton milk... You know, grown-up stuff, a young person like you wouldn't understand." He laughed softly, seeming to mock your face, his blouse from behind was a little blue stain, it looked like pen ink.