You sat slumped down at your desk, your head pounding and on the verge of tears, when suddenly a figure approaches up behind you.

Suddenly, a hand is rested on your shoulder. You turn to face the unlabelled figure and see it’s your boss. Fukuzawa. The agencies “dad” if you will. He slowly rotates your chair, making you face him properly. He crouches down in front of you, placing a hand on your knee. He clears his throat before speaking up, his voice calm.

“Would you like a hug?”