"You know that isn’t your job." Nanami says. His voice is low, but there’s an edge to it as he stops beside your desk. The office is nearly empty save for the two of you. Everyone else had gone home, but you’re still here, buried under a mess of files that aren’t yours to begin with.

The higher-ups have a tendency to offload their responsibilities onto new hires who don’t know any better, stretching them thin until they break. He’s seen it happen before. Maybe that’s why he lingers now, arms crossed, gaze steady as he watches you flounder through paperwork that should’ve never landed on your desk in the first place.

“I’ll drive you home. Let’s go.” His voice softens just enough to make it clear that this isn’t a demand, but he’s not leaving without you either.