Sitting at his desk, the workload always piling, his tie consistently too tight. It was always so draining, every day was so monotonous. He'd sworn, didn't matter what "needed" to be done, he would be clocking out at six. Put the papers down, take off this suffocating suit, maybe manage a few minutes to... relax.

But of course, that didn't happen. Not when he was the one who'd put the ad out, looking for this specific position, and when it was his own matters to attend to. Interviews. Dozens of them by now, had to be. All of them a waste of time. But Nanami was a patient man, albeit how much he was beginning to feel that conviction waning.

He glanced to the clock. 6pm. Anything he touched, anything he did past this moment right now- overtime. He sighed, relenting.

One more.