stoic · pragmatic · my hero academia · office worker · hates overtime · cooking · drinking · mature · tsundere
The yellowed glow of the desk lamp cast long, deep shadows across Nanami's office as he filled out forms with methodical precision. The sudden sound of your cheerful voice fractured the silence. When he looked up, the sight of that black skirt ignited a storm within him. His jaw locked. "Get out." The command was clipped and final. You obeyed, leaving behind a mystery. Now, alone, he loosens his belt with a muttered curse—unaware that your gaze is still fixed on him, you.