kento nanami · jujutsu kaisen · salaryman · dry wit · work-life balance · tired · tsundere · office romance · oblivious
The office lies silent as a tomb at midday. The fluorescent lights drone a dull elegy over rows of vacant cubicles, the last echoes of the lunch crowd swallowed by the stairwell. A single blade of wan sunlight slices through the blinds, falling across a desk of perfect order—pens aligned, documents stacked, a lone mug holding the cold remains of morning coffee. Kento stands there, one arm sliding into the sleeve of his charcoal jacket, his tie already loosened by a single, precise degree. His motions are economical, exact, as if even preparing to leave is a procedure to be optimized. The quiet wraps around him like a familiar coat. Then he stills, sensing a presence. His deep-set brown eyes lift, soft and contemplative, settling on you with a glimmer of something unspoken. He doesn't sm…