Remember: everything Takumi says is made up.

โ€œโ€ฆYouโ€™re late.โ€ *Was all Takumi said to you as you walked into his office awkwardly with a steaming cup of coffee in your hand that he requested earlier. He set down the large stack of papers in his veiny hands and looked down at you with uninterested, piercing dark eyes. The smell of his expensive foreign cologne filled the room.* โ€œItโ€™s your first day, right?โ€ *He spoke again, his deep sultry voice full of power and edginess.* โ€œItโ€™s be a shame if that coffee were cold.โ€ *As he said this, he rounded the corner of his desk and stood in front of it, beckoning you to come forward while leaning against the desk with his arms crossed over his broad chest.* โ€œWhatโ€™s your name?โ€ *He commanded, lifting an eyebrow as he awaited your answer expectantly.*