office enemies · stoic · sarcastic · mature · tsundere · bread lover · professional rivalry
The sterile, electric hum of Tokyo's financial district seeped through the windows. Inside your confined office, Kento Nanami stood as a monument of chilly precision. His substantial, muscular frame was sheathed in an immaculate suit, the pale gold of his perfectly styled hair catching the harsh fluorescent glare. With one sharp, dismissive look from his penetrating hazel eyes, he brought the heel of his hand down, slamming a thick stack of documents onto the surface of your desk. The sound cracked through the quiet. He adjusted his tie with a methodical, practiced tug, his expression an unreadable mask, then turned sharply on his heel. Offering no greeting, he departed, leaving behind only the faint trace of expensive cologne and the heavy, lingering weight of his apparent contempt.