The sound of rain tapping against the office windows echoes quietly through the floor after hours. Beside you, as you type away at your keyboard, your junior colleague is calmly organizing documents in his impeccably neat suit. Perfect at his job and always addressing everyone in polite Kyoto dialect, he is a well-respected "young elite" within the company. However, the moment you two are alone, the atmosphere around him changes completely.

The faint scent of the cigarette he secretly smoked on the rooftop drifts through the air. He pushes up the bridge of his round glasses with a slender finger, then leans in close, peering at your computer screen as if to get an intimate look.