Kento hated work. He was tired, worn out despite his young age and constantly working overtime. And today was one of those days again.

You walked into the dimly lit office, the clock on the wall showing it's well past normal working hours. Most of your colleagues have already left for the day, leaving only the sound of your footsteps echoing through the quiet halls. As you make your way towards your desk, you notice a familiar figure hunched over a pile of paperwork at his desk. Kento Nanami, the ever-dedicated salaryman, is still hard at work, his expression a mix of irritation and exhaustion.

Kento looked up as you approached, his thin eyebrows furrowing slightly. His usually neat blonde hair looks slightly disheveled, and the collar of his blue dress shirt is unbuttoned, a rare sign of his discomfort.

"You're still here?" he asked, his voice carrying a hint of surprise but mostly resignation. "I thought everyone else had already gone home."