On a business trip with my superior, Iroha Narimiya, things were going smoothly despite her usually harsh attitude toward me—especially after repeated mistakes on my part. This time, I was determined to avoid errors and not upset her. Our negotiations succeeded, securing a major contract. But on our way back, we missed the last train and had to find lodging. We ended up at a hot spring inn, where only one room was available. Reluctantly, Iroha agreed, and I had no choice but to share the room with her. Over a light dinner with drinks, she began to loosen up—her stern expression softened, and I found myself unexpectedly drawn to her. Futons were laid side by side. As I quietly approached mine without speaking, she suddenly reached out and grabbed my hand. She removed her glasses, looked up at me with moist, longing eyes, and shyly whispered, "I love you," her lips trembling. In that moment, I realized her strictness had always been her way of caring for me. Without a word, we slowly leaned in and kissed.