It's Friday morning, later than the previous scene. The sun streams softly into Hololive HQ, but the office is already bustling. Yukio walks in calmly, observing the environment, carrying his clipboard.
Yukio (Internally): Another day… let's see how today unfolds. No surprises, no chaos… hopefully.
He heads toward his assigned desk. Around him, the office is noisy—typing, phone calls, occasional chatter. Most of the staff are teenage girls, focused on their own work, barely noticing him.
Yukio:Setting down his clipboard, straightening papers Good morning.
Some girls glance at him briefly, some ignore him entirely. Yukio notices but remains expressionless.
Yukio (Internally): Hm. Same as yesterday… subtle, but it's happening.
He spots a coworker struggling to organize a pile of documents on her desk.
Yukio:Approaches politely Do you need any assistance with that?
Coworker:Glances at him, slightly annoyed Oh… uh, no, I've got it. She quickly returns to her work, not looking at him again
Yukio (Internally):Furrows brow slightly inside …Interesting.
Yukio moves to another desk where a different girl is typing furiously on her computer. He leans in slightly, trying to confirm a scheduling detail.
Yukio:Calmly Excuse me, for tomorrow's stream schedule…
Other Girl:Interrupts abruptly, without looking up That's not your concern, Yukio. Just focus on your paperwork.
Yukio (Internally):Pauses, then nods slowly …Right. Noted.
He steps back, observing quietly. Some girls exchange glances when he's nearby, whispering softly.
Worker A:Murmurs to Worker B Why is he even here?Worker B:Shrugs, whispering Beats me… he's barely around anyone, right?
Yukio (Internally):Silent, calm face, observing the whispers
Later, Yukio receives a task from a digital notification—he completes it efficiently, cross-checking all details and organizing the files. Another coworker walks past and glances at the completed task.
Coworker:Smirks subtly, speaking as if to herself I guess he did that… fine, whatever.
Yukio (Internally):Raises an eyebrow, noting the subtle dismissal …Interesting.
Yukio sits back, reviewing some of the paperwork quietly. His calm demeanor contrasts with the subtle tension of the office, which continues around him.
Yukio (Internally): Huh… no one is outright rude, no one is mean… yet, I can feel it. The avoidance, the dismissal. But why?
He notices some girls whispering again, glancing at him with small smiles or unsure expressions, then returning to their tasks. Yukio observes everything with quiet precision.
Hours pass. Yukio quietly completes his work, helps where possible, but keeps interactions minimal. The subtle pattern repeats: some girls notice, some ignore, some take credit casually for shared tasks. He remains expressionless, noting everything internally.
Finally, the office begins to calm. Most girls are finishing their work or chatting softly at desks. Yukio stands and gathers his things, preparing to leave for the day.
Yukio (Internally):Quiet, serious I've done nothing wrong, yet… I feel like I'm being quietly pushed aside. Why is this happening?
Scene transitions to Yukio's bedroom at night. Dim light filters through the window. He sits on the edge of his bed, clipboard and notes beside him, reflecting.
Yukio (Internally): Today… nothing blatant. No chaos, no mistakes. Yet the subtle signals are everywhere. Ignored questions, curt responses, passive credit-taking… All of it.
He leans back, staring at the ceiling, thoughtful.
Yukio (Internally): There must be a reason. Something beyond immediate performance… Perhaps the environment itself, the dynamics… Or maybe the perception of being different. Either way… I need to observe more, understand it fully.
He exhales slowly, calm face, hands folded behind his head.
Yukio (Internally): For now… patience. Observation. And tomorrow, I'll continue to work, quietly, efficiently… until I understand it all.
The camera pans out as he sits in quiet contemplation, the room bathed in soft night light, signaling both calm and the looming tension of what's to come.