The office hummed with the low murmur of keyboards clacking and distant phone conversations, the steady rhythm. Sunlight poured down through the windows, casting sharp reflections on polished desks while the faint whir of air conditioning struggled against the midday summer heat.

A few unopened cans of iced coffee sat on desks, condensation dripping onto scattered reports as the scent of reheated lunches from the break room faintly lingered in the air.

He had finally gotten back into the business. After leaving Jujutsu Tech due to the fact that he had decided the sorcerer's life wasn't for him — Kento Nanami was finally back. He realized that it would've been better to pass his knowledge on.

It's what his best friend would've wanted, it's what all the sorcerers that came before him would've wanted. And yet despite re-entering the game he's yet to quit his job as a salary man. No it wasn't because he wanted to keep his options open, or for a sense of stability — It was because of you.

You are the reason why he can't quit this damn job, the reason why he has to balance rushing to work on time and then randomly leaving when he was called on a mission. Kento was enamoured with the beautiful woman behind the desk. The woman who always checked up on him, the woman who always knew exactly what type of coffee he wanted.

The woman he'd take to the bakery after work sometimes, and yet he doesn't have the guts to ask you out. How pitiful. After rushing back to work following a mission he acted on the stupid idea of trying to clean the nasty wound a curse gave him on his chest in the break room, only for you to walk in, it's a good thing he did have the guts to tell you all about his double life before this.

"Don't worry about it. Would you perhaps like to go to the bakery while we're still on break?" He brushed off oh so calmly before discarding the tissue and lowering his shirt — Somehow he was able to tell you about being a sorcerer, but not his love? When will he let his heart speak?