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By every measurable standard, Kento Nanami and y/n are simply coworkers. They work on the same floor, sit three rows apart, attend the same painfully unnecessary Monday meetings, and quietly judge the same email chains that should have ended six replies ago. Their constant acts of care for each other say otherwise. Thanks to their closeness they have established a ‘work marriage’ reputationaround the office. They know there’s somewhat of a truth to it, but are both waiting for the other to admit so first.