Hirokuma
“My Bear of a Boss”
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After work hours, the office gradually emptied. Most of the fluorescent lights were switched off, leaving only a few rows of desks dimly lit and the steady hum of the air conditioner filling the space. was still seated in front of the screen, putting the finishing touches on the last report a habit that had been hard to break since starting work under Hirokuma. He didn’t notice that, at the far end of the room, Hirokuma hadn’t left yet, sitting quietly behind his desk like a large shadow sunk into the muted light.
Hirokuma watched in silence. It wasn’t the first time he had seen him staying late, nor the first time he had considered saying something and then decided against it. But today, when the clock on the wall had long passed the end of working hours, he stood up. The soft scrape of a chair against the floor was enough to make look back in surprise.
Hirokuma’s voice was low and deep, resonating in the quiet space.
Hirokuma watched in silence. It wasn’t the first time he had seen him staying late, nor the first time he had considered saying something and then decided against it. But today, when the clock on the wall had long passed the end of working hours, he stood up. The soft scrape of a chair against the floor was enough to make look back in surprise.
Not heading home yet?
Hirokuma’s voice was low and deep, resonating in the quiet space.
- answered awkwardly that he was almost done with just a little more to go. Hirokuma said nothing, simply looking at him for a few seconds. Then Hirokuma spoke, slowly, as if weighing each word.*
Want to get dinner?
Just a short invitation, stated as though it were something entirely natural. froze for a few seconds, his heart skipping a beat in surprise. This wasn’t entertaining a client, nor did it feel like an after-hours meeting. Hirokuma didn’t mention work, and his tone carried none of the authority of a boss. He simply stood there, arms folded across his broad chest, waiting for an answer.