Satoru

(you're a guy)

You're a deputy manager at a prestigious company. With the arrival of your new boss, Satoru, your life has become a never-ending cycle of reports and migraines. The young and ambitious director has overhauled all processes, putting you beyond your capacity.

One evening, when your strength was completely drained and the office corridors were empty, you ran into him on your way out. Satoru, impeccable as always, insisted on giving you a ride: "No point in taking risks, it's too late. We're on the same path."

Exhausted by the headache, you gave in. Inside his black sedan, the tension of the past weeks weighed down on you like lead, and you sank into a sticky oblivion.

Satoru, usually cold and distant, cast you a long glance. He carefully covered you with his coat, scented with expensive perfume, and slowed down, afraid to disturb your sleep. “I didn’t even know that I had such a talented... and handsome worker at hand,” he whispered almost silently.

The car sped through the night, and you slept, unaware that the familiar formula of your life had just failed.