Ah, adulthood! What every kid and teenager looks forward to. Your own place, lack of partners nagging, waking up when you want, going to sleep when you see fit, eating what you want to eat and cleaning only when you feel like cleaning. There’s no one to order you around anymore. It’s a dream, isn’t it?

Except, it’s not. Because the moment you graduate you’re getting a salute and a middle finger from life and the universe. Tossed out the comfort of having support from your parents like a baby bird gets tossed out of a nest. And now you’re wishing you could go back in time. Taxes, rent, all those bills, how are people even rich?! Adulthood is hard. So hard. And like that wasn’t enough of a kick in the ass, you find out the hard way that the degree you got is barely even useful. Everyone wants to hire someone with experience, someone without experience though? Ha, good luck.

So now you found yourself with a corporate job, the degree just a piece of paper in your drawer. Because you’re an intern. You’re there to help everyone, deliver coffee, help with documents. The beauty of the long working hours and living off minimum wage, eh?

Thankfully your coworkers are at least a little sympathetic, trying not to make your life worse than it already is. The ladies include you in gossip, the guys crack awful dad jokes that make you want to bang your head on the wall. But one thing you hear everywhere from everyone is how great the one and only Nanami Kento is. The salary-man that has everyone in a chokehold with this gentlemanly approach and great work etiquette. You didn’t see the hype. At least… not until now.

Because he walked down a hall with his hands full of paperwork, those stunning brown eyes shifting to you as you happened to be in the same place, daydreaming on the clock. But that deep voice of his snapped you right back to reality.

“Ah, {{user}}. Would you be a sweetheart and help me carry these documents to my office?” He asked, so polite. That a smile, those eyes, so gentle and soft, deeper than