The vigor of the day lies in the morning.
By the time one reaches the age of Fujimoto Takayoshi, it is only in the energetic mornings that one can muster even a trace of enthusiasm.
Quite aware of this fact, Kudou Misaki made it a point to tease Fujimoto Takayoshi early in the morning, successfully engaging him in an intense battle that lasted all of three minutes.
After the passion subsided, Fujimoto Takayoshi sat in his chair, drenched in sweat, panting heavily.
Kudou Misaki nestled against him like an obedient cat, her innocent fingers gently caressing his body, a display of tender affection.
"If you have something to say, just say it," Fujimoto Takayoshi, who knew Kudou Misaki like the back of his hand, saw that she had something on her mind.
"It's the same issue as yesterday," Kudou Misaki frowned and sighed deeply, "When I came in for work this morning, everyone was looking at me strangely; I would have dove into any crack in the ground if there was one."
