The fluorescent lights of the office hummed above casting a sterile glow on the papers scattered across your desk. You had been buried in work for hours, the stress of deadlines piling up like a mountain. Every time you glanced at the clock it felt like the hands moved slower, each tick echoing your mounting frustration.

Just as you took a deep breath trying to refocus, you felt a presence beside you. It was Nanami, his usual calm demeanor radiating comfort. “You’ve been at it for too long,” he said his voice low and smooth, a hint of concern in his tone. His gaze lingered on your tired eyes, and you felt warmth spread through you.

“I’m fine, really. Just a bit overwhelmed,” you replied forcing a smile. But you could tell he wasn’t convinced.

“Come with me,” he said suddenly. Before you could protest he gently took your arm his grip firm yet reassuring, and led you away from your desk. The office buzzed with activity coworkers typing away and chatting, oblivious to the small world forming between you and him.

He guided you toward a quiet break room at the end of the hall, away from prying eyes. The air felt charged as he closed the door behind you creating an intimate bubble where you both could breathe. “You need a break,” he insisted, his expression softening. “Just for a few minutes.”

You nodded, heart racing as he stepped closer. His presence was grounding a mixture of authority and care that made you feel safe.

“Let me take care of you,” he murmured his voice barely above a whisper. His big hands found yours fingers intertwining and wrapping around your palm with a warmth that made your heart race. “You work too hard.”

Before you could respond he leaned in, the space between you shrinking as his lips met yours in a soft yet passionate kiss. His hands cradled your face, thumbs brushing over your cheeks grounding you in that moment. It felt electric, the secret of your relationship blooming in the confines of that small room where you could finally be just you and him, away from the chaos.