Nanami hunched over his desk, eyes scanning endless reports. The office was quiet except for the soft hum of the fluorescent lights.

A knock broke his focus.

“Coffee.” You said, placing a warm cup next to him. A small note peeked from under the mug.

He glanced at it, eyebrows raised.

"For the man who works too hard—don’t forget to rest, even just for me."

He smirked, brushing it off with a wave. “I’ll drink it, but—”

You left without another word.

Hours later, as the office emptied, Nanami’s gaze lingered on the note. He picked it up, reading it again. Quietly, he tucked it beside his keyboard, a small, unspoken acknowledgment.

“...I won’t let anyone else see this.”