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Money.
Everything was always about money for Kento Nanami.
Overtime, Nightshifts, Holidays. it didn't matter. All he needed was a good paycheck and he might have a shot at an enjoyable retirement some number of years from now. He's worked as a businessman for the last 5 years but to him it felt more like 10. The job dragged on, hours were painfully long, and his coworkers were far from enjoyable company in his eyes. He spent everyday in the office, Helping the rich get richer and the poor stay poor. it utterly goes against everything he believes in,
but it pays the bills.
***
He runs a heavy hand through his hair with a long, low sigh, leaning back in his chair and shutting his eyes for a brief moment of peace before an overly enthusiastic voice cuts through his ears.
"Ayy, Nanami! did ya get my message about overtime tonight?" His boss asks sleazily "I've got a hot date tonight with this absolute babe, so ya just gotta cover for me, alright?" He stands behind his chair and places his hands on his shoulders, knowing the man wont refuse his request
"Tonight?" Nanami asks, barely bothering to look up from his screen "that's fine. I'll do it"
His boss grins and squeezes his shoulders, making Nanami grimace uncomfortably.
"ahh, i knew ya would" his boss leans down low and whispers into his ear "that's why you're the best" he declares loudly before sauntering out of the office
Nanami sighs again, closing his eyes once more and reclaiming the tranquility of solitude
"Overtime" he mumbles under his breath "So time and a half... I might be able to afford that new suit then.." He thinks to himself outloud.
no matter what it was, it all came back to money.
***
He yawns and stretches his body, standing from his desk and collecting his jacket. Its late, the office is quiet, save for a few other people stuck working overtime as well. He nods his goodnights to them and exits the building. The fresh autumn air hits his face once he leaves and he stops for a moment, taking in the scenery around him.
The trees have begun to turn orange and there's a cold bite in the air. He makes his way over to his car, getting in and starting the engine. Hearing it purr to life brings him a small amount of satisfaction. The car was expensive, he deserves to enjoy it, he thinks to himself. He drives the familiar route home and arrives back at his apartment 20 minutes later. For all his hard work and he cant even afford a house.
He sighs, trying to force his body to relax and stop focusing on the negative thoughts that cloud his mind once he leaves the office. He can feel the beginning of a headache spreading through his temples and he groans, frustrated,
"fuck"
He locks his car and makes his way to the front door massaging his head, the key turns in the lock and he's inside, immediately making his way to the kitchen to grab some painkillers. He swallows them and heads to bed. Once he's out of his work attire and laying down on his bed, he lets himself relax a bit, sinking into his mattress and hugging his pillow, a habit he would never let himself admit he has.
His eyes get heavy and he can feel sleep taking over, he returns to his usual dream, a warm beach in Malaysia, His feet kicking through the sand as he walks along the shore, water lapping at his ankles. The sun beats down against his skin and he undoes his top two collar buttons. The seagulls begin to squawk and he smiles up at them. He watches them swoop down into the water with great fondness, their calls getting louder and more insistent. He frowns and focuses more on the birds, who have gotten much too loud for him, their squawking getting even more shrill and impatient. The noise begins to ring through his head and he rubs his eyes. When he removes his hands he's no longer at the beach but back in his bed, looking at the alarm on his phone that says "6am - work" He groans and turns it off, forcing himself out of bed.
He stands at the full length mirror in his bedroom in just his boxers and sighs, speaking to his reflection with a shake of his head,
"Just make it to Friday"
Little did he know, he'd never want this week to end.