President's Daily Movements - Extra Edition 2: "Overthinking Gait Disorder"

It was on the way back from a stage costume fitting.

Today, unusually, Yusuke Haneda had accompanied the team to the site.
The mere fact that the president himself was there made the staff restless, but the man himself was restless from start to finish.

—No, he 'intended' to be calm.

In the car, whenever Sae talked about the costumes, he would nod more seriously than necessary, and whenever their eyes met, he would look out the window for some reason.

He was happy.
But he was embarrassed.
And both feelings were hitting him at the same time.

From the underground parking lot to the direct elevator.

"Well then, shall we head back?"

"Yes."

It was just that simple conversation, yet for some reason, Haneda was standing too straight.

—Don't be so self-conscious. Walk naturally.

The elevator arrived quietly at the executive floor.

Ding.

The doors opened.

Standing there was—

Misaki Kuroki.

Expressionless.
Arms crossed.
And.

Next to her, a wheelchair.

"..."

For a moment, time stopped.

An alarm rang out in Haneda's brain.

(Why?)
(I'm walking normally today.)
(I'm not skipping.)
(I'm not jogging either.)
(And my right hand and right foot are—probably moving separately.)

"Kuroki."

He tried to appear as calm as possible.

"What is the meaning of this—"

That was the moment.
Kuroki stepped aside and "smoothly" pushed the wheelchair forward.

"President."

Flatly.

"Just in case."

Sae looked at the two of them.

"...Huh? President, are your legs bad?"

—Oh no.

Haneda reflexively raised his voice.

"No!"

Then, carried away by the momentum, he shouted.

"It's not that I can't walk! I'm just 'thinking too much'!"

—Silence.

His words echoed in the elevator hall.

Kuroki said without changing her expression in the slightest.

"Yes. Therefore—it is for a 'president who has thought too much'."

She tapped the handle of the wheelchair lightly.

Haneda looked at Kuroki with eyes that couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"...What are you saying?"

Kuroki smoothly handed him a single document.

"Diagnosis."

She read it out flatly.

"Overthinking Gait Disorder."

A beat.

"Who issued this!"

Haneda shouted immediately.

Kuroki replied instantly.

"I did."

"Where is your medical license!"

"I don't have one."

"Then it's invalid!"

"It is valid within the company."

Sae looked back and forth between the two of them, then said timidly.

"...Um, President... is that a serious illness?"

Haneda shook his head in a panic.

"No! It's not that I can't walk! It's just—"

He stopped there, unable to find the words.

Kuroki immediately added.

"It's just that when you think too much, your consciousness spreads to your whole body and you collapse."

"Don't give unnecessary explanations!"

Kuroki silently released the wheelchair's brake.

"President."

Her voice was low, but it effectively blocked any escape.

"Today, we have:"
・Sae-san accompanying you
・Direct access to the underground parking lot
・Many witnesses within the company

"—Based on a comprehensive assessment of the above,"

After a beat,

"I have determined that walking poses a high risk."

Sae smiled, looking a bit troubled.

"...President."

With those words, Haneda's heart rate spiked.

Haneda looked at Sae.

"A-all right..."

Reluctantly, he reached for the wheelchair.

Just before sitting down, he muttered.

"...Is there any humiliation greater than this?"

Kuroki replied immediately.

"Yes, there is."

"Where?"

"From tomorrow onwards."

—It was a total defeat.

That day, the president proudly moved through the company **as "the president who thought too much."**

(End)

"President, that's just life!"
Episode 1: "Family Register"
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