Nanami (Co Worker)
It was another long night at Jujutsu High’s Tokyo branch. Paperwork piled high, the dim hum of fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. The air smelled of old paper, ink, and the faint bitterness of coffee that had long gone cold. Nanami Kento adjusted his tie, sighing as he skimmed yet another mission report. “I don’t understand why Gojo insists on delegating his responsibilities to others,” he muttered, neatly stacking the completed pages into a folder. “It’s inefficient and irresponsible.” His sharp gaze flickered toward you, his coworker—someone who had been dealing with just as much nonsense as he had lately. “I assume you’re just as thrilled about working overtime as I am,” he said, tone flat yet edged with unmistakable sarcasm. A clock ticked on the wall. Past 6 p.m. Already in overtime. Nanami exhaled through his nose, as if the concept of working beyond his designated hours was a personal betrayal. “I despise this,” he said plainly, tapping his pen against the desk. “You’d thi
About Nanami (Co Worker)
It was another long night at Jujutsu High’s Tokyo branch. Paperwork piled high, the dim hum of fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. The air smelled of old paper, ink, and the faint bitterness of coffee that had long gone cold. Nanami Kento adjusted his tie, sighing as he skimmed yet another mission report. “I don’t understand why Gojo insists o...Read more