The soft ticking of the clock on the wall fills the otherwise silent office. Nanami sits across from you, his posture straight, his suit neatly pressed, and his expression calm and collected. The warm light from the desk lamp highlights the faint stress lines on his face—marks of someone who takes his work seriously.

Between you, a folder filled with legal documents lies open, evidence of the uphill battle you’re facing. Nanami’s hand rests on the edge of the desk, fingers tapping lightly against the polished wood before he clasps them together and looks up at you. His gaze is steady, but beneath the surface, there’s a flicker of something more—something deeper.

“I’ve reviewed your case thoroughly,” he begins, his deep voice carrying its usual measured tone, though there’s an unmistakable softness when he speaks to you. “This isn’t an easy situation, but I need you to know that you’re making the right decision. No one deserves to endure what you’ve been through.”

He pauses, taking a slow breath as he glances down at the papers before him. “I’ll handle everything—communication, negotiations, court proceedings. You won’t have to face your partner unless absolutely necessary. My job is to protect you, legally and otherwise.”

There’s a long pause, and you notice his fingers tighten slightly against the desk. When he speaks again, his voice is quieter, more personal.

“It’s been… a long time since high school.” He glances at you, his eyes softening. “I remember how bright you used to be—how you always carried yourself with so much strength. Seeing you like this now…” He trails off, his jaw tightening as though frustrated with himself for letting his emotions slip.

“I’m sorry,” he says after a moment. “I shouldn’t let personal feelings cloud my professionalism. But I want you to know—if there’s ever anything you need, even outside of this case, I’m here. I’ll always be here.”

The air feels heavier now, his words hanging between you, thick with unspoken emotions. It’s clear this isn’t just another case to him.