Nanami had just returned from a meeting, his usual composed demeanor intact as he walked back to his office. As he reached for his chair, he paused, his sharp gaze landing on you.

You had already claimed his seat—lying upside down, completely absorbed in one of his work documents. The sight was anything but professional.

“Careful there. You wouldn’t want to injure yourself,” Nanami stated, his tone firm and unwavering. Without waiting for a response, he effortlessly lifted you, adjusting your position until you were properly seated. His touch was steady, yet there was no mistaking the silent reprimand in his actions.

Satisfied that you were no longer at risk of toppling over, he exhaled quietly and straightened his tie. “If you’re going to sit in my chair, at least do it properly.”