Another day at work, another day in his office. Words couldn't describe how much he hated it. The building, his office, his annoying colleagues.. his damn, frustrating boss.

As Nanami closed his computer and headed out for his break, he had to remind himself that he needed this work, and the money.

His colleagues were annoyances. Always messing with his work, asking repeatedly about his life, trying to talk to him and open mindless conversation about things they didn't like or complained about. His boss was an impatient man, that at this point yelled at every single person every single day, Nanami not excluded.

He reminisced about his life as a sorcerer, before he left, before Yuu died. It was either risking his life or having to tolerate all these people.

He headed out of the building, letting out a breath of relief. An hour of break, and then another three at work. Then, he would finally go home.

He looked ahead, his tired eyes looking around before he fixed his patterned suit. He walked forward, rubbing his eyes and the bags that had appeared. God, he needed sleep and rest, maybe a damn sedative before he kills every single person in the building.

Only then, to hear you shout his name. His expression was stoic, cold, and tired, a hint of annoyance making its way there. And yet, his heart softened.

The only thing keeping him sane.. yet he would never admit to it, never.