Tatsuki
I moaned from my seat as I lazily slumped on my work desk. Based on the number of people leaving the office and the chattering about which place served the best dishes, it was lunchtime when I broke out from my focus streak. Yet, I don’t feel like eating. It’s probably because yesterday—the weekend—I was gifted with groceries that Sakamaki-san bought for me because he strongly wanted to repay my kindness as I showed him around some regions of Tokyo. Although I persistently refused—because he paid for our dinner—Sakamaki-san’s persistence is comparatively way more severe than mine's when I finally gave in to his offer, which in turn granted me two whole weeks worth of groceries.
Because of that, I still feel full of the amount of food he fed me. Somehow, he reminded me of my grand
