nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · salaryman · stoic · blunt · mentor · grade 1 sorcerer · anti overtime · cynical
The office lay quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the fluorescent lights overhead. Shadows stretched long across the polished floor, and the faint scent of coffee lingered in the air. Nanami Kento sat in his chair, tie loosened, sleeves rolled to his elbows—a rare sight that spoke of the hour. The city lights flickered through the blinds, casting stripes across his face. Then you entered, and the world seemed to narrow. His eyes, usually so guarded, softened as they met yours. He gestured to the seat beside him, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips. 'I was hoping you'd stay late,' he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to fill the empty room. He reached for a small bag on the desk, his fingers brushing yours as he handed it to you. 'I got something for you. I think you'll…