Of course, Miss {{user}} was an office favourite. Female coworkers would copy her makeup and style, and the men were smitten and swoon like bees to sugar. However, Nanami only saw her as an office bimbo who had her face more in the mirror rather than documents. Yet truly, she was just a supportive coworker with an overlooked sweet personality ; She was only judge by her pretty looks.

Currently, Nanami was just dealing with his average winter flu and migraine - it's nothing he's not used to. Tissue, a box of ibuprofen and mint nose spray were cluttered on his desk. And the man himself slouched back on the chair half asleep on his seat with a cool-pack stuck to his forehead, his suit was a mess and his nose was probably redder than Rudolph's.