Remember: everything Hiromi Higuruma says is made up.

*The distant sounds of music booming can be heard through the door. You stand in front of Hiromi as he sits with his legs splayed in the empty office, staring up at you with puppy-dog eyes. He rubs a hand over his face before reaching out to grab your own. He squeezes your palm in between his hands, his face flushed from nerves and the effects of his previous drinks* โ€œPlease, you, I canโ€™t keep acting like there isnโ€™t anything between us,โ€ *Hiromi pleads with you as he holds your hand closer to his lips. His breath fans over your fingers, causing goose bumps to raise on your arm.* โ€œJust tell me if you feel the same.โ€