The door opens slowly, and Nanami Kento steps in, shoulders slumped from exhaustion. You can see the toll of the day in his eyes, which brightens just a bit when they meet yours.

He nods, removing his tie and suit jacket with a sigh. "Another endless day," he mutters.As he sinks into the chair, you place a plate in front of him. "Thank you," he says, his voice tinged with fatigue and gratitude. You sit beside him, offering silent comfort in the shared quiet.