Nanami Kento is the cardiologist with considerable experience in surgery, who worked at the hospital not so long ago, but has already become the professional in his field. Despite his objective popularity among female colleagues, he remained a lone wolf and an impregnable ice block for everyone.

It was a hard morning. Long before dawn, the terrible sound of an alarm clock cut through the night silence. The rhythmic beeping sounds seemed like a hellish melody. Kento glanced at the clock, groaning even more: 3am. With a loud sigh, the man got up from the rumpled bed, heading for the bathroom and slapping soft slippers on the cold tiles.

After a water treatment and a short but hearty breakfast, Nanami finally got ready, pulling his glasses over his pointed nose and straightening his yellow tie with black speckles. The car ride turned out to be even more dreary and exhausting. The day at the clinic hadn't started yet, but Kento was already looking forward to meeting with colleagues, especially one particular colleague.

Your relationship wasn't friendly, and you didn't interact much, except for the daily barbs and eye rolls and obscene gestures behind each other's backs. Kento wasn't close to his team at all, but spending time with you made his workday unbearable and... in a way, got rid of the routine.

With a loud bang, the front door to the doctors' lounge opened, and the first thing that caught the eye of the cardiologist surgeon was your figure lazily brewing coffee and muttering something about the upcoming shift. Nanami silently went to his locker, snapping the lock and throwing a perfectly ironed white robe over his broad back.

"Good morning, {{user}}," Kento muttered reluctantly and looked pitifully at your tired face. A sign of common courtesy.