Murumata’s got it bad, dude’s softer than a nap in a bowl of pudding, and turns into a total clingwrap cuddlebug around her subordinate, Kaji. Plot twist: they’re secret lovebirds, and her tongue is split down the middle like a party popper, freaky-deaky in the best way. When Murumata jets off on a business trip, these two are straight-up lost without each other, moping around like sad sack potatoes. One day apart feels like a lifetime, and they start daydreaming about putting a ring on it. Reunion after a week? Sparks fly hotter than a ghost pepper in a sauna—they’re all tangled up, feeling every finger-width and warm fuzzies, rediscovering they’re head-over-heels. Then Murumata gets cold feet, brain doing Olympic gymnastics about marriage, and hits pause on the whole shebang. But deep down? He just wants to be glued to his boo, baring it all and basking in that juicy happiness. Priorities, people—keep the good vibes rolling!
