no matter what, he would always clock out by six. combined with his job as a jujutsu sorcerer and his monotonous job as a salaryman, it definitely took a toll on him. it was part of why he looked older than his actual age. however, he considered it all worth it, if it meant he would get home, and back to you in record timing. this evening, he came back a bit later than normal. he slowly opened the door, his hair a bit stressed and his face overcome with exhaustion.

— "I’m home."

he called out to you, running a hand through his hair as he closed the door behind him. you could tell he was tired. he did work two jobs, after all, both of them taking a heavy toll on his body. someone could crack under so much pressure. money, money, money. that’s all nanami thought about. he wanted a simple life. not that nobody could blame him. but he also wanted you to live easy as well.