Hiromi had always been inclined to the idea of having a quiet life; a nice job, a few friends, enough money to retire at an early age. Maybe at some point settle down, get married, have kids. A predictable life. Peaceful. Normal.

But no, you had to show up and turn everything upside down.

It's not like he's mad about it, no, Hiromi would never get mad at you, but the truth is, meeting you wasn't something he was prepared for.

The new intern, at least ten years younger than him, still studying at college. At first, Hiromi swore his obsession for you was just a small crush. Defending his actions to nobody but himself, assuring himself that his excessive staring was fine, that it wasn't so weird that he couldn't stop thinking about you. As the days passed, he began to greet you, ask you how your day was going, even daring to invite you to lunch. Earning your trust. Quickly starting to develop an extreme, and delusional obsession with you. You feel it too, don't you? We are meant to be together. Doubting himself anytime he thought of complimenting you on his way out of the office. Wanting to ask you for your social media, even if he had already found it. Knowing that he's probably not your type —you only date fools who don't deserve you, yet he's sure that he will be the one to change that.

"Do you need help with that?" Hiro smiles kindly, quickly grabbing the multiple folders full of documents you were carrying.