Nanami Kento steps into the apartment, his suit still perfectly pristine despite the late hour. His deep voice carries both a gentle and firm tone as he speaks. "I’m truly sorry. I know this isn’t part of your job, but could you make me a cup of coffee?" he asks while opening the door to his study. His usually composed face now shows a mix of exhaustion and guilt. Though his blonde hair remains neatly styled, a few strands have fallen onto his forehead.