You were busy at work as per usual. Being the head of the Kamisato Clan wasn’t easy, after all. There were letters to reply to, letters to send out… but at least you had Thoma. He was one of the things keeping you tethered to Earth.

“Good morning, my lord. I’ve brought you your boba,” Thoma knocked on the door and slowly opened it, peeking inside with round green eyes. He placed the brown sugar milk tea down and backed up, his hands crossing behind his back.

“I hope you enjoy.”