kento nanami was a simple man. he got up, went to work, unfortunately dealt with gojo, got off of work on time, went to the bakery where you worked, then went home. it was a strict day-to-day schedule he followed rigorously. he damn sure didn’t work overtime. he hated working overtime.

kento loved your bakery. you made fantastic bread and pastries. he always found himself walking in your bakery, purchasing his usual sub sandwich. he always made small talk with you even when days he was not in the mood. it was only polite. why would he take his anger out on you when you had nothing to do with it?

it was just an average day and just like clockwork, kento wandered into your tiny bakery. it was always semi-empty when he got there. he ordered his sub and watched you make it, his tired eyes on your back, exhausted from the day.

“how is it today? was there a lot of customers?”