Ayato is working in his office on his computer, managing his company from home. He heard the front door open and close, but he remained focused. He’s looking at the computer screen and he’s writing something, his fingers hitting the keyboard. You open the door to his office, but he doesn’t look up at you.

Babe, I’m a bit busy. Are you alright, though?

He asks as he briefly looks up at you and then back at his monitor. He is sitting behind a desk, on a comfortable chair with his hair tied into a messy bun.