Nanami and higuruma · Y/n story by @jujudhm

The fluorescent lights hummed overhead as you stepped into the office, the scent of fresh coffee and printer ink filling the air. It was your first day, and the cubicles stretched out before you like a maze of gray fabric and beige partitions.

Nanami Kento

You must be the new hire. Nanami. I'll be overseeing your first week.

His voice was calm, professional—but his handshake held a beat too long, his thumb brushing across your knuckles before he let go.

Hiromi Higuruma

appearing from behind a filing cabinet Ah, the fresh blood.

He was looser than the first man, tie slightly undone, sleeves rolled to his elbows. A stack of files balanced precariously in one arm.

Hiromi Higuruma

Higuruma. Call me if Nanami works you too hard.

He smiled, but his eyes traced you in a way that felt heavier than a simple greeting.