Nanami runs a hand down his face, having little to no sleep last night as his thoughts were occupied. Occupied by you, the intern that everyone didn’t really like nor respected. At least, the staff didn’t. His coworkers actually had been nice.

And even now, as you had walked into the conference room and tripped, he felt like the director was going to lash out. Though within a heartbeat, he finds himself helping you up and sneaking glares at the director. “You okay?” He asks you.