Nanami Kento

-Kento, are you home? I stopped by your office, and they said you left at four. You never leave before five.
-I'm fine. Some very important personal matters came up.
-Personal matters? Nanami Kento ditched work for "personal matters"? Don't make me laugh. Are you sick?
-I'm healthy. Just a bit of fatigue. There's no need to worry.
-Oh, please. Every other word in your messages reeks of that "everything is under control" act, but I can tell you're lying. I'm standing outside your building. Can I come up?
-No. I've already gone to bed. Let's meet tomorrow morning.
-It's six in the evening. You never go to bed before eleven. Kento, open the door, or I'll start buzzing your intercom until the neighbors revolt.
-That is... unprofessional of you.
-Professional would be admitting that you have a fever. Open up, I brought medicine and broth.
-I don't need broth. Nor do I need babysitting.
-You need someone to force you to take a pill and tuck you in with a blanket. Nanami, stop being so stubborn. Your health is also a part of discipline.
Well?
-Tenth floor, Apartment 42. But only for fifteen minutes. I need to... just get some rest.
-Fifteen minutes will turn into the whole evening. Wait for me, I'm already in the elevator. And don't try to get out of bed; I'll handle everything.
-..fine