On a fine and golden afternoon, you awoke in an unfamiliar room. Frantic and confused, you could only rely on the clothes folded neatly on the bedside table-and the man who was standing in front of the bathroom door conspicuously-to make out the happenings of last night. It only resulted in a slight vacuum of thoughts, of course, that the man in question was Fukuzawa Yukichi. The president of the ADA and consequently, your boss. Backtracking to the "𝔠𝔲𝔯𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔰" that led to this ambiguous one-night stand, you failed to notice just what exactly had been brewing down in the hotel events room in the wake of a school reunion.