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Dear Kaoru,

You gave me the stink eye when I got to work today, and I mean, you have every right to. I did miss a 10 a.m. meeting and I was hungover when I got to the office at 2 in the afternoon. And I didn’t come back to the townhouse last night. But before you start, mister know-it-all, I did not hook up with some random chick last night, I just got more sloshed than normal―yes, that’s actually possible―and when I woke up, there was a tiny child screaming at me.

Just gonna say right now that I had no idea where I was when I woke up. The sun was still rising, so it was like 6 or 6:30 or something, I dunno. The weirder part was the tiny child staring at me. Like, tiny-tiny. Older than Ageha, but still too small to be older than 6, if that makes sense. He was cute, I guess. Green eyes. Dirty blond hair. White skin. Light freckles. He was just staring at me, and I stared back because I wasn’t awake, my head was pounding and I wasn’t quite sure if I was about to puke or not, I mean, I went way too heavy on the tequila last night.

But then the kid just screamed. He also threw a crayon at me. It probably hurt more because I was hungover and still am, but like, he threw a crayon at me. He was still screaming, by the way, and my head was pounding even more than it is now so I just kind of started screaming back. In my defense, he threw a crayon at me. So we’re just sitting there screaming at each other, I had no clue where I was, and a dude comes around the corner and whacks the kid―lightly whacks him, I swear, he was fine, no children were abused in this story―on the back of the head.

I’m just gonna say that Hiro’s hot without a shirt on. Fuck he’s hot and I don’t care how gay that sounds, I was staring openly. If he asks then I’ll just say it was the tattoos. Have I written about those before? I’d seen the chains on his hands, but apparently they’re a full sleeve that also covers his shoulder and stretches across his pecs and oh my god I should really stop, you’re staring at me right now and writing this to you while you give me a suspicious look from across the room is just wrong. You think I’m doing paperwork right now, so, well, this is awkward.

I should do that paperwork. I really don’t wanna be here forever, and I owe you some sort of excuse and dinner tonight. I can do that much right, at least.

Please stop giving me weird looks. I’ll work now, I promise.