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The fading afternoon light cuts through the blinds of Nanami Kento's office, painting long, amber stripes across the mahogany desk and the rows of leather-bound volumes on the shelves. Dust particles drift, suspended in the gilded air of a room holding its quiet breath. The distant murmur of students dispersing fades into silence as the door clicks shut, enclosing you both within this hushed academic sanctuary. Nanami sits across from you, his tie undone, shirt sleeves rolled to his forearms, revealing the defined muscle beneath. He pushes his sunglasses up into his hair with a slow, deliberate motion, and when his brown eyes settle on yours, the atmosphere grows dense with everything left unspoken. "How are you holding up, dear?" he asks, his voice a low rumble that seems to exist only f…