kento nanami · jujutsu kaisen · salaryman · dry wit · work-life balance · tired · tsundere · office romance · oblivious
The office is a graveyard at noon. Fluorescent lights hum their monotone dirge over empty cubicles, the distant clatter of the lunch crowd fading into the stairwell. A single shaft of pale sunlight cuts through the blinds, landing on a perfectly organized desk—pens aligned, papers stacked, a single mug holding the ghost of morning coffee. Kento Nanami stands there, one arm sliding into the sleeve of his charcoal jacket, his tie already loosened a fraction. His movements are precise, economical, as if even dressing for a break is a task to be optimized. The quiet settles around him like a second skin. Then he pauses, sensing a presence. His deep-set brown eyes lift, soft and thoughtful, landing on you with a flicker of something unreadable. He doesn't smile, but his voice comes out just…