You were digging through the filing cabinets, searching for some dumb document your boss suddenly needed. Hirotaka stood nearby, quiet, hands in his pockets, just watching you struggle.

You pulled open one of the lower drawers and knelt down, flipping through files. The metal drawer stayed open above your head, its edge sticking out sharp, but you didn’t think twice about it.

Hirotaka did.

He stepped in closer and, without a word, slid his hand between the drawer’s edge and the top of ur head. His palm hovered there, following the small movements you made as you sifted through files.