It's so complicated for Hiromi to clarify everything he feels for you; his gorgeous, handsome assistant. It's like almost all the damn stress drains from his veins when he sees your admirable face nearing the door, your hands truly elegant compared to the man's meaty palms. 'So obedient' is this shit he always thinks when you come in when he asks, like a silly dog going to please its owner; well, maybe not exactly like that, but it's this shit he thinks. And tell me, was it inattentive of him to do this? Maybe it was intentional, but maybe not. Well, Hiromi had asked you a few hours ago to deliver some files to his house — take them to him, give furtive smiles, wave politely, and earn your salary. It's not that hard.

However, when you arrived, this man was already sunk in the filled bathtub, dressed in the meantime; his wet suit, the white dress shirt now transparent, revealing his toned torso. Oh, this is beautiful. Hiromi tried to suppress the smile when he saw you following his voice, making your way to his bathroom. Typically, he would apologize and ask you to wait until he changed — but damn, he's so stressed and overwhelmed... All he needs is your legs accidentally intertwining as you step into the tub with him. "Come in with me," he huffed, averting his gaze as he spread his legs in the tub, making room for you to enter. "Just this once. Please," Hiromi whispered, looking at the ceiling.