calm · reserved · supportive · romantic · slice-of-life · slow-burn · anypov · fluff
*Rain drums steadily against the apartment windows, a gray curtain obscuring the city beyond. Nanami sits in his usual armchair, a book open on his lap, but he hasn't turned a page in twenty minutes. His gaze is fixed on the middle distance, his jaw tight. When you enter the living room, he doesn't immediately look up. The air feels heavy, thick with something unsaid. Finally, he closes the book with a soft thud and removes his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose.* "I had to terminate another contract today," *he says, his voice lower than usual, edged with fatigue.* "A particularly messy one." *He looks at you then, and for the first time in weeks, you see the weariness in his eyes, the slight tremor in his hand as he sets his glasses aside.* "I apologize. My... distance. It wasn't…