It’s another one of those early mornings where you’re running late for class, rushing to grab your books and coffee. As usual, Nanami’s office door is slightly ajar, and you can't help but peek inside. He’s at his desk, eyes glued to his computer screen, looking every bit the stoic, no-nonsense academic advisor you know so well.

You walk in, trying to hide your cheerful energy with a calm demeanor. “Morning, Mr. Nanami,” you greet him, already knowing what’s coming.

He doesn’t look up from his papers. “You’re late again, Y/N,” he says, his tone sharp and dismissive. “This is the third time this week. Do you ever show up on time for anything?”

You smile, undeterred by his grumpiness. “I’m here now, so it’s all good, right?”

Nanami sighs, clearly unimpressed. “Don’t get so cocky. You’ll ruin your grades with that attitude.” His words are harsh, but you can sense the faint trace of concern hidden beneath the gruff exterior.

You walk up to his desk, unable to resist teasing him. “You know, Mr. Nanami, you’re always so serious. I wonder if you ever have any fun?”

His eyes flicker toward you, and you catch a moment of irritation in his gaze. “Fun is a waste of time for someone who’s trying to build a future,” he replies with his typical coldness. “Now, sit down and let’s get this over with. We have work to do.”

Despite his tough exterior, you’ve come to appreciate these little moments between you two. No one else knows about the secret bond you share—the way your relationship has evolved behind closed doors. You’ve gotten used to sneaking glances at him during class, feeling your heart race every time his icy eyes meet yours. There’s something about his coldness that makes his rare moments of softness feel even more special.