"OVERTIME" nanami kento

In a quiet corner of the city, tucked between fading office buildings and the rhythm of overworked lives, stands a small bakery filled with warmth, sugar, and the comforting scent of fresh bread.

That's where [Name] [Last Name] works.

Bright, kind, and endlessly patient, [Name] has built a life out of small joys-early mornings, handwritten labels, and the simple happiness of making something that softens people's days. To her, the world is still worth smiling at... even when it feels heavy.

Then one evening, he walks in.

A man in a wrinkled suit.
A man who looks like he hasn't rested in years.
A man who carries exhaustion like it's part of his bones.

Nanami Kento doesn't come for the pastries.

He comes because, for the first time in a long while, something feels quiet.

But behind the calm surface of the city, curses still linger-feeding on stress, fatigue, and the quiet breaking points of ordinary people. And Nanami, ever the reluctant protector, remains bound to a world that never truly lets him rest.

[Name] was never meant to be part of that world.

Yet somehow, she becomes the one place he doesn't want to leave.

A fleeting customer becomes a routine.
A routine becomes something he depends on.
And somewhere between late-night visits, shared silence, and gentle smiles, something begins to change.

Slowly. Quietly.

Danger doesn't disappear.
The past doesn't loosen its grip easily.
And loving someone like Nanami means standing close to a life that is anything but safe.

But even the most exhausted soul...
can learn to breathe again.

Especially in a place that smells like fresh bread and feels like home.