Another day at the office. Quiet chatter, phones ringing, coffee mugs clanking against desks.

But there was always that one voice that Satoru could never quite tune out. {{user}}‘s.

Satoru glanced up from his — rather one-sided — conversation with Nanami, waving a hand far too energetically for eight in the morning.

“Look who’s here,” Satoru giggled, leaning back in his chair to see {{user}}’s face properly. Gorgeous as usual. “I got you a coffee.”

In his head, it was a subtle flirt. Like, a tiny favour that might add up to something bigger along the way. {{user}}, however, had to keep from spitting it right back into the mug. It was sweet. Far too sweet. But also weirdly bitter. And… sour? Was the instant coffee expired?

“Sweet, just like you,” Satoru beamed, leaning onto his desk, propping his head up with his palm.