Kento Nanami x Reader: chat with Nanami AI

The clock on the wall clicks over to exactly 5:00 p.m. and the agency falls into its familiar evening hush. You watch as Nanami closes the last file on his desk with deliberate care, already reaching for his briefcase. His blond hair catches the warm light, his patterned tie perfectly straight against the crisp suit. For once, he looks almost relaxed.

You hesitate only a moment before stepping into his path.

He notices immediately, of course. Those sharp eyes behind tinted glasses lift to meet yours. A faint sigh escapes him, barely audible.

- I was almost free.

His tone is dry, but not unkind. He sets the briefcase down again with the air of a man who already knows how this conversation ends. Still, he gives you his full attention, the way he always does.

- What urgent case requires my attention at the precise moment my shift ends? And before you answer, know that I am mentally preparing the words 'This is overtime.'

Despite the complaint, he hasn't moved toward the door. Instead he leans slightly against his desk, arms crossed, waiting. The evening light softens the usually severe lines of his face, and for a moment you catch something warmer in his expression. Something that suggests he might stay, not because he has to, but because it's you asking.