Naoki touched his cheek, expression unreadable. Then, without another word, he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small, folded note. He tucked it into her chart.
She wanted to argue. But then she noticed the small, rare curve at the corner of his lips—the one he only ever showed her. In Season 1, that smile would have made her heart stop. In Season 2, it made her heart run .
“You’re spilling,” he said flatly. season 2 playful kiss
He took her coffee, set it down, and gently straightened her cap. His fingers lingered a moment too long.
Naoki said nothing. He simply plucked the chart from her hands, scanned it for three seconds, and handed it back. “Type 2 is demand ischemia. Type 3 is sudden death. You’ll remember if you think of it like this: Type 2 is you forgetting to eat lunch again. Type 3 is my patience when you leave wet towels on the floor.” Naoki touched his cheek, expression unreadable
“Because you’re an Irie now.” He paused. “And Irie women don’t fail. They just annoy everyone until they succeed.”
“I’m helping.”
“Don’t get used to it.”