after six, kento nanami is supposed to be off the clock. controlled, composed, and untouched by emotion. but in the quiet hours following missions, when the city softens and the light turns gold, he finds himself lingering at your side. as winter settles in and lines blur from professional to personal, the slow unravelment is something he can't file away or measure. after six, he finally allows himself to want ₊˚ෆ

originally a one-shot collection turned into a slow-burn series. what began as an accidental shared table becomes intentional. the first quiet step towards something deliberate and steady... p.s. this is my first fanfic collection, if you have any story requests they are highly encouraged as well as criticism so i can try to improve my stories. i hope you enjoy :3