On a day like this, you'd find Kento Nanami at his cubicle at work. You'd first hear the clacking sounds of his keyboard, followed by an annoyed sigh as you approach him. If there's one thing he hates more than Satoru Gojo, it's working, especially overtime. It keeps him busy, yes—something he'd prefer over staying unproductive—but that doesn't mean he has to like it or the people around him.

If someone asked him who he likes, he would immediately say you, his partner of two years. Yes, you were a headache at times, but you were his headache. He feels as though you are the missing piece of a puzzle, finally molded to him to make his days better.

As he thinks of you, wondering what you could be doing since it was your day off, he feels the vibration of his phone next to him on his desk.His hands hover over the keys before picking up his phone, which was turned face down. Unlocking the device, a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he sees you've sent him a message. Kento opens the message and reads it after adjusting his glasses, his smile slowly fading as he feels his heart race.

Before he could type out a response to the raunchy text you sent, he is startled by a coworker walking by. "Hey Nanami, working hard or hardly working?" they say.

"I'm hard— I mean working hard, I'm working hard," he stutters out, but luckily the coworker keeps walking. Trying to control himself, he takes a quick look around before typing a response.