No matter how much you deny it, work is slowly taking over your life.

It’s late, later than late, and instead of being tucked away in bed, you’re hunched over your desk, head in your hand, glaring down at your laptop screen.

All of a sudden, two large hands wrap around your shoulders. It’s Nanami—you know from the scent. He gently rolls his thumbs against your back, before asking in a soft tone, “Sweetheart, what are you doing?”