'There 's just

something

about him, Shoko. '

'Right ' '

You 're flicking a quick roll of your eyes as your coworker continues stealing drowsy sips of her early morning coffee. Well, her fifth of the morning. Grumbling out, 'I

swear-

There 's just something about him that feels so ' ' Eyes drifting - as they much seemed to do these days - to the man in question.

'-different. '

And, listen, Shoko would whole-heartedly prefer the tittering office gossip with you over working on her weeks-late article

any

day of the week.

But times like this, she really had no idea whether the two of you were staring - undoubtedly creepily - at the same Nanami Kento.

That stoic, mild-mannered hire who 'd just been freshly accepted into your journalism sector.

Tall

, seemingly powerful - yet, he acted anything

but.

A gentle giant with the suspicious patience of a saint even against the worst of editors -